Chapter 6: A 'Friendly' Date

With the 'date' fast approaching, both Fiona and Terry are nervous...but hiding that fact to keep the other in the dark. Both want to be more than friends...but neither is sure that's what the other wants. Confusing? Awkward? Unfortunate? Indeed.

Fiona's POV

7PM couldn't come quicker for me. It was 6:45...but I wished those 15 minutes would just fly by in a few seconds. Terry...you don't know how much I wanna see you. How much I wanna hear that sexy accent of yours...how much I wanna be close to you. Please...please want me, too. Amy sat across from me at her kitchen table, complete with pink cover and a vase with flowers. "You like him a lot, don't you? I can't wait to meet him. He sounds...interesting, to say the least." Amy told me. I couldn't help but feel a hint of possessiveness over Terry. Amy better not try anything...or else...What am I thinking? Amy wouldn't do that! No...she wouldn't fucking dare.

"Yeah...I do. I think...I'm in...love, with him." and as soon as I said that...I felt a lot better. Love...it's not a hard word to say, after all. When I say I love someone...I mean it. I seldom use the word...nor do I ever seem to think about saying it. "Awww...never thought I'd see the day. Fiona in love with a decent guy!" Amy trilled...which grated on my ears, a little. Then again, she was right. I am in love...with a decent guy...for once in my life. Then, the doorbell rang...and it was 7PM. Shit! He's here...already?! Jeez, he must really be eager to see me...at least, that's what I hoped for. "I'll get it!" Amy exclaimed, running to the door. Oh, man. I hope she doesn't scare him off. Amy can be a handful...especially when she meets someone new. Poor Terry...he has no idea what's about to hit him.

"Hello. Is Fiona around? Only, this is the address she gave me..." I could hear Terry's voice...and I felt all warm, inside. "You must be Terry! It's nice to meet you! I'm Amy...Amy Rose!" Amy introduced herself...not really letting him get a word in. I better act fast...before Terry gets a headache. "I'm here, Terry!" I called to him, rushing to the front door. And then...I saw him. It's rare that I get so speechless that I can't even process what I'm seeing...but now was one of those times.

Terry was wearing a cool black leather jacket...shiny...smooth...and fitting him snugly. His jeans were dark...more grey than black...and they also fit him, tightly. His tail swished in the cold, night-time air. He looked...beyond gorgeous. Beyond hot...flat-out sexy. "Fuck me..." I muttered, under my breath, in awe of him. "Hi, Fiona! Are you ready to go?" he asked, waving to me and smiling. "Yeah...sure. Uh...see ya later, Amy!" I brushed past her, albeit rather rudely, to stand on the sidewalk in front of Terry. Amy just shrugged and closed the door...leaving us alone.

Terry's POV

Fiona hadn't changed her outfit...but I was thankful she hadn't. I thought she looked amazing. That black crop top...those dark pants...the black boots...and finger-less gloves. To top it all off...that cute, yellow bow. But...she looked a little...distant. Not to mention, she hadn't said 'hi' back to me. "Fiona? You alright?" I asked her. Fiona stopped looking distant and returned to normal. "Oh...yeah. Sorry. Hey, Terry! Wanna...get going?" she asked. "Of course. Walk with me." I nodded.

As we walked down the street, she kept glancing at me...only glancing...not looking for a long period of time. Then, she spoke. "I...I like your jacket, Terry. It suits you. Where'd you get it?" Fiona asked. "Thanks...I've had it for years. Since '84, I think. Bought it when I was...courting, shall we say." I told her. Yes...I can remember back that far...and even further. 1984 was a long time ago...but the jacket was as pristine as the day I bought it. I suppose I'm good at taking care of things. "Dating, you mean? I bet you had loads of girlfriends..." Fiona smiled.

"Not exactly...sure, they liked me...but just as a friend. I used to hang out with a few girls at the pub...good times." I smiled back at her. Her eyes, again...they had me under a spell...so I mustn't look. But they're too gorgeous...I can't resist. "Pub? Oh yeah...a bar! Say...that gives me an idea. Why don't we...find a nice bar...have a few drinks...and chat some more? I...wanna get to know you...since we're gonna be working together..." Fiona said...and I swear I saw a blush on her cheeks, for a second. Maybe I'm going mad? "That would be lovely, actually." I told her.

Fiona's POV

Terry certainly knows how to dress, that's for sure. I LOVE that jacket...it suits him, perfectly. Wow...I'm getting hot under the collar. He looks so hot...and I want him, so much. I wanted to find a nice, quiet alley, away from prying eyes...and let him take me...hard. Whoa! I should really calm down! I barely know him, after all. What's gotten into me? I arrived here, same as I always was...then I meet Terry...and I start getting all soft...and I fall in love with him. Wow...my life is getting pretty crazy.

I saw a neon sign, simply reading 'Bar'...not a very inventive title...but I guess it was an OK place to go. "Found one! This place look OK, to you...Terry?" I turned to hear his opinion. "It's no Red Lion...but it's a suitable alternative." he chuckled...before looking at me...smiling. Those fucking eyes of his...they just make me want him, more! I had no idea what he meant by 'it's no Red Lion'...must be a British thing.

We entered the bar and were immediately greeted by the classic scene: customers sitting on bar stools...a bartender with an apron and bow tie, drying glasses...and a dartboard. Sports on the TV...typical place. We found an empty table...again, by a window. Honestly...I was beginning to like window seats. Suddenly...I wasn't bothered about anyone recognising me. They can go fuck themselves...all I care about is what's going on, right now. My date with Terry...

Terry's POV

"What'll you have, Fiona?" I asked her. She paused to think, for a while. Personally, I fancied a lager...but I wasn't sure it would live up to the stuff back in England. I'll settle for a pint of beer...can't really go too wrong with that...right? "I'll have...a beer, please." she told me, smiling. A...beer? Same as me? I never pegged her as a 'beer girl'...but apparently, I don't know a thing. "OK...two beers, then. Back in a little while." I told her. Fiona just waved...and I could sense she was watching me as I ordered our drinks.

The bartender didn't look friendly...a large, brown bear...with an apron and bow tie that didn't fit him at all...but I wasn't going to tell HIM that. "Two beers, please." I told him, putting on my best smile. He stopped drying a glass...and glared at me. Oh...dear...he looks...pissed off. "Sure thing! Haven't seen you around these parts, before!" he turned out to be pretty friendly, it seems. Well...can't judge a book by it's cover. "No, I haven't been here, long." I told him. "No wonder, then. Oh...and I see you brought along your girlfriend! You're a lucky guy, ya know?" the bartender looked over at Fiona. "Oh, no...she's just a friend." I chuckled...secretly wishing what he said was reality.

I brought back my pint and Fiona's, before setting them down on coasters. I didn't want to leave marks on the table, now, did I? That would be rude. "I bet I can chug this faster than you can!" she challenged, holding her pint. "Well...I'm not sure. I've been around longer...but OK." I chuckled. It was on...me versus Fiona...in a beer drinking match. First one to finish their pint wins. "Three...two...one...GO!" she exclaimed, immediately holding her head back and drinking it. I began to drink mine...assuming I would beat her.

And then...halfway through my pint...it was all over. "Done! I win." Fiona announced, proudly showing me her empty pint glass. No...really? The fact she could drink her pint faster than me...was...oddly...attractive. Actually...I found it downright sexy. My jaw almost dropped to the floor as she licked her lips of the beer froth. "You beat me...well done!" I told her, giving her my best 'charming smile'...which I hoped would work. "Aww...it was nothing..." she blushed, modestly.

Fiona's POV

That beer really hit the spot...for one thing, it cooled me down, quite a bit. All that thinking about Terry got my temperature up...which I hadn't experienced...well, ever. OK...so we've established I can beat him at drinking beer. Now...to find out a little more. "So...tell me...what's your story, Terry?" I asked him. All I knew was, he was from London...and he'd recently moved, here, to Central City...the other side of the Atlantic. Kind of far to go just for a 'change of scenery'. "Well...it's like this..." he began.

End of Chapter 6