Sorry that it's taken forever for me to get this chapter out! And I apologize that chapter 5 was so short, I just needed some sort of filler. I own nothing.

Freddie's POV

I saw Mia walking into the theater, her eyes scanning the lobby. She was wearing a black top with beads and lace at the bottom, which went over the top of her skinny jeans. She had a cropped black leather jacket on and the same black flats she wore to school the other day. Her hair was up in a ponytail, but a few layers were straightened and framed her face. It looked like she was wearing a bit more makeup than usual. Mia's eyes scanned the lobby again, smiling when she saw me.

"Hey." She said once she walked up to me.

"Hey to you too. I got the tickets." I said.

"Oh, thank you! How much were they?"

"None of your concern, because I know you're going to offer to pay me back."

"How did you know?" She smirked.

"Lucky guess." I smirked back at her. "Want any popcorn or soda or anything?"

"I'll have a small popcorn and a diet soda." Mia said as she started walking towards the concession stand. "What to you want?"

"You're thinking about paying, aren't you?" I asked, following her.

"Yes I am, now what do you want?"

"Same should be fine, I guess."

Mia smiled at me before turning to the concession attendant. He looked to be about our age, had dusty blonde hair that fell into his light eyes, so he seemed to constantly be shaking his head to get it out of his face.

"One medium popcorn, one coke, and a diet coke." She turned her head to me. "I figured a medium would be, well, better I guess? I don't know, but you know what I mean?" She muttered before turning back to the attendant.

"That'll be twelve fifteen." Mia fished a twenty-dollar bill out of her pocket. "Shouldn't your boyfriend be paying for that?" Before either one of us could interrupt, he started talking again. "You know, if you want a man who isn't so stingy with his money and will actually pay for dates, I know a guy." I was about to say something, but Mia beat me to the punch.

"Listen up Concession Boy, because I'm not repeating myself. Freddie's not my boyfriend, we're out on our first date, and to be honest, you're not making it enjoyable. He's not stingy, he bought the tickets, and I'm not the kind of girl who likes to sit around and have people spend their money on her, so I don't really think I need you to get me someone who will do that. So why don't you just take my dang money, give us our popcorn and sodas, and let us go to our movie."

I was speechless, and so was the guy behind the counter. He silently took her money after getting what Mia order. Mia had a slight frown on her face as her eyes watched close to his every movement. When he put the stuff on the counter and gave her the change, she didn't say thank you or anything, kept the slight frown on her face. She didn't speak a word until we were handing over our tickets.

"Sorry 'bout that." Mia apologized as she was handed back her ticket.

"No need to apologize." I said, taking mine. We walked towards where they were showing the movie.

"I just hate jerks like that. I mean, seriously? It's so annoying." She shook her head, sighing. "I just can't stand people like that, they irk me."

"Irk, nice vocabulary."

"Oh stop." She laughed, nudging me lightly. "Where do you want to sit?"

"I'll sit anywhere, I don't have a preference."

"You're so difficult." She joked. "How about the middle? I don't like the sides, they're just, I don't know." She rambled as we walked to one of the middle rows and sat down. "First of all, can I just tell you how excited I am? I've been wanting to see this movie forever, thank you for taking me."

"No problem Mia." She smiled at me, turning her head and shifting her eyes down to her lap before looking back up me. She must still be nervous. I took her hand in mine and locked our fingers. Mia looked at me again, a small smile on her face. "You don't have to be nervous."

"It's just part of who I am, I guess. I don't know why I'm so nervous. You're a nice guy, and I know you're not a jerk or anything and that I'm the one who asked you out I guess, so I shouldn't be nervous. Oh gosh, now I'm rambling, I'm sorry. Just a lot on my mind."

"Well I'm a good listener." I smiled. Mia's smile grew a little larger.

"Well, I just want things to go well, because I really like you. I was paranoid earlier that Sam was going to pop out of nowhere and jump me or something."

"What?" I asked. Why on earth is she worried about Sam? That's insane. Sam wouldn't be here, she would only come if she could insure a chance to humiliate me. "Why would you think that?"

"You two just broke up. Well, maybe a few weeks ago or something, and it looked like she had really liked you, and Sam's kind of dangerous."

"Well don't worry, she's not here. We broke up on a mutual agreement."

"Oh, really? Oh, I feel dumb."

"Yeah, really. Don't feel dumb."

As I was finishing my sentence, the lights began to dim.

Carly's POV

I sat on the couch, my legs curled under me. I yawned before stretching, hearing my back crack. I don't get why some people find that weird, it feels really good, when you're the one cracking your back. I don't think it would be too enjoyable if Sam were cracking your back; there would be a bit of a chance there would be a wheelchair in your foreseeable future.

"Knock knock." I heard someone say as the door opened. I looked over and smiled as I saw Freddie walking through the door.

"How was the movie?" I asked as he shut the door.

"It was pretty good." He replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"The movie, not your date." I smirked.

"Ha, very funny Carly."

"I'm a professional web comedian, it's what I do. So I'm taking you had a good time see as it's," I looked at the clock. "Close to ten-thirty? Better get home Freddie before your mom calls a search team."

"You just keep getting funnier Carly. Mom knows I'd be back a little later." He paused for, maybe, half a second. "I'd say we had fun."

"Fun or fun?" I said, smirking and shaking my shoulders.

"I don't think that's your concern Carly Shay."

"Oh it is so my concern! It is my concern to know if one of my best friends kissed his date!" I paused, trying to think of something to say to make him tell me. I had a feeling I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it. "I won't be able to sleep unless I know!"

"Well we don't want you to lose your precious sleep, now do we?" He laughed to himself. "We didn't kiss."

"You didn't?" I jumped up, shocked. They didn't? "You didn't?" I repeated.

"I kissed her, but on her cheek."

"Oh." I said, nodding, sitting back down. "Oh, okay. You can go now."

"You're like a vulture. You get what you need, then just move on." Freddie said as he opened the door.

"Yup. Night Freddie."

"Night." He shut the door and I heard his own apartment door open. I leaned forward and grabbed my phone off the coffee table. I started to text Sam, but cancelled the message as it was sending. She should be able to do whatever she's doing right now without having Freddie and Mia on her mind. I'll just tell her in the morning.