A/N: Because you deserve two updates in the span of two days. I really love you guys.

Chapter Fifteen

It was around midnight when Phil and I reached our picnic spot. He had blindfolded me, which I refused at first, but finally gave in when he bribed me with cookies.

"Alright. I'm gonna take your blindfold off. Do not move until you can properly see, okay?"

"Okay?" I complied, puzzled. Phil gently untied the blindfold, or at least tried to. After about a minute of fiddling with the knot, he spoke up.

"Um, Lucy? I think I tied it too tight." I sighed, moving to untie it myself. Man, this knot was not budging! I tried desperately to pull it over my head, but it was secure.

"Do you have anything sharp?"

"Um, maybe in the basket. Hold on. Don't move." I waited impatiently as Phil dug around in the basket. I was starting to panic. I focused hard on my breathing, telling myself Phil would find a sharp object.

"I can't find a sharp object," Phil finally said, sheepishly. I couldn't help but panic more. I tore at the blindfold, trying fruitlessly to get it off. Phil tried desperately to calm me down.

"Isn't there anyway you can get a sharp object?"

"We're about ten miles from home, and I only have enough cab fare to go one way."

I grunted in frustration. "How can you pack a picnic and not bring a knife?!"

"The food I brought doesn't require a knife!"

Sighing, I finally gave up. "What do we do then?"

Phil was silent for a minute. Then, I felt his hands grab my arms, leading me to a comfortable enough patch of ground. "We're going on a blind date."

"A blind date?"

"Yup."

Complete silence, then laughter. Crazy, uproarious laughter filled the area. I couldn't help the giggles that escaped my mouth. "I don't think-that's how-blind dates work, Phil," I managed to splutter out.

"It can work like that for us!" He cried hopefully.

How could I say no to him? "You're an absolute dork, but fine." Phil did some sort of screech of victory and I giggled.

"Alright so, first of all, you probably want to know where you are. So the reason I wanted you to not move was because we're on the edge of a cliff."

"What? No way!" I shouted, a bit disappointed that I could not see the beautiful view.

"Yeah. The white cliffs of Dover. We're at the highest point the cliffs go. You can see for miles from where we're at. I figured you'd love it since rebel child and all." I beamed. Phil shuffled around a bit. "Okay, now the food." For my lady, I have packed a healthy, wholesome meal of Jaffa cakes, homemade cookies, and some of Aunt Amy's malteser pancakes. To drink, we have chocolate milk in fancy shmancy champagne flutes."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Phil, those are all sweets!"

"Are you complaining?" I shook my head no, and he shoved something sticky partially into my mouth and partially onto my face.

"Phil!" I mumbled around mushy Jaffa cake. Phil laughed, and i imagined him sticking his tongue out. Swallowing, I said, "Absolutely delicious, monsieur."

"Only the best for you mademoiselle. Now for cookies!" I opened my mouth, anticipating the sweet, gooey goodness of chocolate chips, but what I tasted was something else entirely.

"Phil..." I said around a mouthful of cookie, "is this...peanut butter and lion cereal?"

"I made them all by myself!" he shouted proudly. I chuckled at him.

After he had shoveled pancakes into my mouth and helped me sip my milk, we lay down on the blanket. In the distance, I could hear running water and owls softly cooing. I thought about the day as we lay in silence. I had gotten to see my family, which, until it had happened, seemed unfathomable to me. I had gotten to enjoy my birthday with my closest friends. Phil had even asked me out. My first real boyfriend.

"The stars are beautiful tonight."

I turned my head towards Phil. "What can you see?"

He grabbed my wrist and made my index finger extend, pointing. "There," he positioned my finger, "is Orion's belt. There," he did it again, "is the Little Dipper. And there," and again, "is my favorite. Leo. Because lions. Rawr." He dropped my hand, putting his face on my stomach and roaring loudly, causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.

"Phil, stop!" I slapped at him. "You're going to wake up all of the woodland creatures!" And that's when he placed his lips on mine.

Mmm. Malteser pancakes.

A/N: Yay for fluff! I really hope you enjoyed this. I missed writing for you guys. 3 You know the drill.