"What?" I ask shocked.

"Go on a date with me. Tomorrow night," Emily repeats confidently.

"Em, I-"

"One date. Please? Just... take a chance on me. Because I'm taking one on you. You're the only person I trust, Hanna. I know you won't hurt me, and I hope you know that I won't hurt you... Just one date?" she pleads.

"Okay."

"Okay?" she asks with a huge grin on her face.

"Yeah," I smile back at her. Emily lunges forward and traps me in a tight embrace.

"I'll pick you up at six," Emily says as she pulls away.

-x-x-x-

It's 5:50 the next night when headlights flash across my room through the window, indicating that someone has just pulled in the driveway. I smile knowing it's Emily. I pull on a light cardigan over my tank top and check my hair in the mirror once more before I head downstairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs Emily knocks lightly on the door.

"I got it!" I yell to my mom. I open it and smile at the sight before me. "You're early."

Emily is wearing black skinnies, a white V-neck, a plaid shirt tied around her waist, and black vans. My eyebrows rise and a smirk finds its way onto my face when I notice that she's holding a single white rose in her hand, my favorite.

"For you," she says nervously as she hands it to me.

"Thank you, it's beautiful," I reply softly.

"Not as beautiful as you."

"Who knew Emily Fields could be so corny?" I laugh.

Emily rolls her eyes but can't fight the smile that plays on her lips, "Yeah, yeah. You ready to go?"

"Lead the way. Be back later, mom!"

"Have fun, girls!" she calls back.

We hop into Emily's car and she turns the key in the ignition, bringing the engine roaring to life. I've tried to contain my curiosity, but after twenty minutes of driving, I can't hold it in anymore.

"So, where are we going?"

Emily just grins, "You'll see."

We pull onto the interstate and after a while we pull off on the exit for Philly. Pretty soon Emily slows to a stop in front of a building covered with neon lights.

"A bowling alley?" I laugh.

"Shut up," Emily says playfully. "It's fun and one of the many things I'm good at so be prepared to have your ass kicked."

"Oh, really? And who's to say that I won't kick your ass?" I play along.

"Me."

Emily holds the door open for me as we enter the bowling alley. The Top 40 is blaring over the speakers and strobe lights flash throughout the room. The lanes are lit up with blacklights that contrast brightly against the neon bowling balls and pins.

"Okay, this place is pretty awesome," I admit.

"Told you," she says bumping my shoulder with hers. She leads me over to the sign-up and rental booth. "Hi, there's two of us playing, Emily and Hanna, and we'll take your special for five games ," Emily tells the boy behind the counter. The boy types our names into the computer so they will appear on the scorecard on the monitor above our lane.

"You'll be in lane thirteen. Do you need to rent shoes as well?" he asks.

"Yes, size eight for me and..."Emily looks at me expectantly.

"Seven," I supply.

"Coming right up." The boy turns around to grab our shoes and places them back on the counter. "Alright, two rentals and the five game special... that will be twenty five dollars, including tax."

Emily hands him the money and thanks him as she picks our shoes up from the counter and nods her head in the direction of our lane, signaling for me to follow her. We sit down on the couches and she tosses me my shoes before leaning down and putting hers on. After that we both get up to find bowling balls to use.

"You're up first, blondie," Emily smirks.

"Asshole. You know I hate being called that," I say giving her a pointed look.

"I know, that's why I did it. Got my game face on, I have to get inside my competition's head," she says with a mock serious face.

I shake my head and grab my bowling ball. I take a couple breaths to clear my head before taking my stride and releasing my ball. I watch it barrel down the lane and soon the sound of ten pins pounding the ground echoes around the room. I raise my chin and turn around with a proud smirk on my face. Emily is still sitting in her same spot with her jaw dropped and eyebrows raised.

"Hmm.. a strike to lead off the game. What was that about getting inside my head?" I tease.

"Oh, it's so on." Emily declares as she rises from her seat and takes her place before the lane, ball in hand. She rolls the ball and ends up getting a seven-ten split. She throws her head back and groans, while I try to contain my laughter. She rolls again and is only able to skew the ball enough to knock down one pin. I'm biting my bottom lip to keep from laughing as she comes back to the seating area. "Not a word," she frowns.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," I laugh as I get back up for my next turn.

-x-x-x-

A few hours later we're on our last frame of the fifth game of the night. I've won three and Emily has only won one and right now for this game we're tied. I have to get a strike on my first roll or a spare so I can take advantage of the three rolls offered in the last frame and beat Emily. I release a breath and stride forward, eyes locked on the center pin in front of me. I let go of the ball and flick my wrist a little bit so the ball will curve. The ball goes to the right and swings back in at the last few moments to hit the center pin from the side and knock down all but one other pin. I try not to let my nerves get the best of me as I wait for the conveyor to bring my ball back around. One pin, that's all you need. I pick up my ball and roll it in the direction of the last pin. It barely hits the pin. The pin wobbles back and forth slightly, but remains standing. Here's to hoping Emily messes up.

Emily takes her place at the beginning of the lane and fires her ball down the lane. It hits the first row of pins to the right and they ricochet into the others. As they settle to the ground there is still one pin left wavering.

"Fall. Fall. Fall," Emily chants. The pin falls to the ground with the others and Emily's arms shoot above her head in victory. "Yes!" She does a little victory dance on her way back over to me and I can't help but laugh. "Point Fields," she proclaims proudly.

"Three wins to two. Match to Marin," I retort. "Let's get out of here. I'm starving." Emily nods her head in agreement so we put our real shoes back on and return the rentals to the desk.

-x-x-x-

"Dave & Buster's? You're just asking to get your butt kicked all night aren't you?" I joke.

"Apparently so," Emily laughs.

We enter the building and are immediately led to a table. We both order a coke and decide to split baskets of buffalo wings and fries. That's the beauty of going on a date with someone you're already friends with: you don't have to worry about being seemingly perfect all night or ordering something that's healthy and not messy. You can pretty much do whatever you want.

After eating quickly and talking, Emily challenges me to an air hockey game. I agree with a sly smile and lead the way over to the table.

"Okay, are you a pro at every game imaginable or what? Seriously?" Emily laughs as I beat her for the fourth time in a row.

"Haha, just lucky I guess," I reply with a sweet smile.

"You guess? C'mon, it's like you have a horseshoe shoved up your ass or something," Emily laughs. Emily looks at her watch and sighs, "It's getting late. I should probably get you home before your mom freaks out on me."

-x-x-x-

Emily pulls into my driveway and cuts the engine off before exiting the car and jogging around to my side to open my door for me. She walks me to the front door and turns to look at me.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Em," I say as I lock eyes with her.

"Me too. Thanks for going out with me," she smiles.

"Anytime," I answer before thinking and I blush.

"Anytime? Does that mean you'll say yes if I ask you to go out again next weekend?" Emily asks hopefully.

I smile and laugh lightly, "Yeah." I lean forward and kiss Emily on the cheek gently. "See you on Monday, Em. Thanks again for tonight."

"Yeah, see you Monday."

Emily turns and walks back to her car as I enter my house and head up to my room. I look out my window and see Emily still in the driveway with a happy, but dazed look on her face. She snaps out of whatever trance she's in and looks up to my window. She blushes and waves before starting her car and backing out the driveway. I wave back and watch as she disappears down the street.

-x-x-x-

There you have it. The first date! :) Hope you liked it because, as far as what I have already planned out for this story, it's all dates and fluff from here. After that, it's up to you if you want me to end it or keep writing. When that time comes (namely after chapter 10) and you want me to continue, then it's up to you amazing people to give me some ideas and I'll do whatever I can to make them work.

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