Minasan, konnichiwa! That is "Hello people" in Japanese. Isn't this great? You get to read a new chapter, and learn how to say hello in a different language, all in the same story. So, it looks like some people want me to continue this, so I will tend to my public. So, chapter 2 of How I Met Your Father is taking off, right after this disclaimer. Amos?

Amos: Wow! This is so unexpected! You chose me! Wow, I don't know what to say. Umm, thank you. I would like to thank my mom and my dad of course, and my pet fish stanley, and...

Me: Amos, we don't need a speech, we just need a disclaimer. Honestly, you give a guy a chance and he throws it back in your face. People these days!

Amos: Oh... Um. magicalunicorn000 does not own the Kane Chronicles.

Me: Finally! Geez.

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So it turns out this Carter guy is actually really cool, and just my type. He is smart, funny, kind, he is just as Egypt-obsessed as I am, and he is really cute. And by cute, I mean hot. That may sound a bit bubble brained, but hey, I am a girl and hotness matters. Not as much as other things of course. Him being hot is just a bonus. Oh God! I am beginning to sound like Kelsey, one of my boy-obsessed students.

Anyway, Carter and I had been emailing back and forth for a while, and he finally called me to ask if I would go out to dinner with him on Friday night. And of course, I said yes.

Friday came a lot faster than I thought it would. Before I knew it, I was getting ready for my date. My best friend Marie came over to help.

"Oooohhhh! What about this one?" she asked.

"Marie, that's my high school graduation dress."

"So?"

"So, There is no way in the name of Horus that I fit into that dress anymore." I replied.

"Oh. Alright, then how about this one." She tried again.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because I'll look like a slut, that's why."

"Ugh! Fine. You can be so difficult sometimes." she said from inside my closet. When she came out she asked, "Where are you guys going?"

"An Italian restaurant."

"Perfect. Than you have to wear purple." Marie said.

"Purple, why purple?"

"Because everyone at an Italian restaurant always wears red, black, or white, and you want to stand out."

"Ok, so then why can't I wear green or something." I asked.

"Do you really want to wear green?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"No."

"That's why." she said. "Now, is it like really fancy, or is it like Chuck E. Cheese's?"

"Fancy. Why the heck would he be taking me to a place like Chuck E. Cheese's?"

"I don't know, just asking." Marie said, disappearing back into my closet. She came back out with a vibrant, purple, draped, dress that had a necklace type thing holding it up instead of normal sleeves.

"I haven't worn that one in a while." I said, admiring it.

"Well, you are wearing it tonight. Put it on!" I took the dress from her and went into my bathroom.

"So, is he cute?" I heard Maria yell from the other side of the door.

"Extremely!" I yelled back. "I think I left his profile up if you go on my laptop. I heard the sound of footsteps walking away from the door, my desk chair creaking, my laptop turning on, a click, and then a gasp from Marie.

"Oh my God! He is Gorgeous!" she yelled.

"I know right!" I yelled back.

"Yummilicious!" she said. I laughed. "Is he smart?"

"Incredibly. He went to Stanford."

"Uh-oh. Does he know you're a Yalie?"

"Yes. We have had many email conversations about that one."

"Ha! What did he say?"

"He said that if I had known how amazing Stanford is I would have gone there."

Marie laughed. "And what did you say?"

"That Stanford can't be half as amazing as Yale."

Marie laughed again. "Well, that's good, this school rivalry will lead to funny fights between you two when Stanford beats Yale, or the other way around. You'll be an excellent old people couple."

"Hey!" I said indignantly.

"Just saying!" Marie shot back. I came out of the bathroom. Marie gasped. "You look amazing!"

"Really? You're not just saying that cause your my best friend?"

"No! Legit Zia, you look stunning! Wear these black heels. And I'll do your hair and makeup." She said.

"Thanks." Marie brushed my hair into a sleek side ponytail, and put on what she called 'traditional' makeup. (Eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, gloss, and a bit of blush.

"Perfect! You are ready to see you hottie!"

"Marie!"

"Sorry, but he is." I rolled my eyes. Then I heard a knock at my door.

"That must be him." I said, sounding calm. But on the inside, I was freaking out. I hadn't been on a date in a while. What if I did something wrong, or it turned out he thought I was prettier in my picture, or he turns out not to be who he was on ?

"Good luck!" Marie whispered, and pushed me out of my room. I walked down the stairs, took a deep breath, and opened the front door. And there stood Carter, looking exactly as he did in his picture.

"Hi." I said. I mentally kicked myself for being so awkward.

"Hi." Carter replied. "You look amazing."

"Thanks, so do you."

"So, shall we go?"

"Yes." Oh God! Why was I so awkward. I just needed to relax. Breathe. Carter opened the door on the passengers side for me, being the gentleman that he was, and we drove off. On the way to the restaurant, we talked about being members on .

When we got to the restaurant, he opened the car door for me and said, "After you, Yalie."

I smiled and said, "Thank you tree."

"How do you know about that? Only Stanford students are supposed to know the secret name!"

"I have my ways." I said evasively.

Carter looked at me in awe. "You are very interesting Yalie." I laughed at his nickname for me. "Very interesting indeed." Then he took my arm and we waltzed into the restaurant together.

After we sat down, Carter started the conversation. "So, Zia, where are you from?"

"I was born in Manhattan, and then my dad moved us to New Haven for his job, and that's where I fell in love with Yale."

"Oh, so what did you dad do?" Carter investigated further.

"He was President of Academic Studies at Yale, and also coached Men's Basketball."

"Ah, so you were pushed onto the conveyor belt." Carter said.

"The what?"

"The conveyor belt. You know, when one of your parents, or in some cases both parents, went to a school, and they are super loyal to it and brainwash you into loving it and wanting to go only there?"

"Oh no. My dad never pushed me to go to Yale. I learned to love it all on my own." I said indignantly.

"OK, sure." He said sarcastically.

"Alright then Mr. Know it all, where are you from."

"I was born in Los Angeles California."

"Wow! That's so cool. I have always wanted to see LA but never go the chance. What is it like?"

"Smoggy, busy, hot. That pretty much sums it up." Carter said with a laugh.

"Mmm, I do hear about the smog a lot. Have you ever been to Beverly Hills?"

"No, I'm too afraid that I'll run into Britney Spears."

I laughed. "What about family? Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, one extremely annoying sister, Sadie. We are almost two years apart. My mom is an archaeologist, and my dad is an Egyptologist."

"So you take after him?" I asked.

"Pretty much. And you, I know your dad is a Yalie..."

"My mom is a cardiologist. And I have a younger brother Adrian, he's three years my junior, and an older sister Zoe, who's four years my senior."

"So, what made you so interested in Ancient Egypt?"

"Well, my mom's side traces back all the way to King Akhenaten and Queen Nefertiti, and my mom used to tell all the stories of Ancient Egyptian gods to Adrian, Zoe, and I when we were little, and my intrigue just grew from there."

"No way! My dad's did traces all the way back to Ramses the Great!"

I almost choked on my water. "The Ramses the Great?"

"Yeah!" Carter said enthusiastically.

"Oh my God! That is so cool!" Now I was excited. The waiter came over to take our orders. Carter ordered beef lasagna and I ordered spaghetti and meatballs. I barely ate anything though because I was so intrigued by Carter. We had endless amounts of things to talk about. We had a lot in common, but not too much so that it felt like we shared the same brain. After dinner he drove me home. He opened my door for me again and walked me to my front door.

"I had really great time tonight." he said.

"So did I."

"I would like to do this again sometime."

"That sounds fantastic." I said with a sincere smile.

"So... I'll call you?" he asked shyly.

"Yes." I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed a coffe brown was cute. "Thank you."

"Uh-uh-uh... You're welcome." He said. I smiled and stepped inside my house. Then from my front window, I watched his car disappear around the corner.

"Soooo... How was it?"

I screamed. "Oh GOD! Marie, it's just you."

"Who did you think it was, Santa Claus? So How'd it go?" Marie asked me again.

I smiled. "It was absolutely perfect."

Hey guys! How was that? Oh, just so you know, this entire story takes place in New Haven, Connecticut. And also the nickname "tree" is actually a secret name for Stanford students. I know because my brother went there and was part of the secret society. He will probably kill me for disclosing that but... OH WELL! Peace out! Oh, and please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!