A/N: Okay, this isn't TOTALLY relevant now, but it will be. Freddie's mom is totally out of character. That's a no-no for Fan-Fic…ers…but –shrugs-
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"Alright, sounds good. We can find a shop." We walk out of the bathroom and Carly is gone. "I feel like I have to apologize, so I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's cool! It's not going to get me down today!" He smiles softly as a blush dusts his cheeks. "You're even cuter when you blush, did you know that?" This statement makes him blush even more, which makes me giggle. We walk into a shop that catches our eye. "This place is pretty cool." I then pick out a shirt with the help of Freddie." We walk out of the shop and I look ahead to see Pike's Place. "Thank you for being so kind to me."
"No, thank you. No one has ever asked me to do something with them outside of school before. I also had a really good time today. Well, except for the whole 'Carly' thing." I smile.
"Glad I could provide that for you." We end up at a Russian place called 'Piroshky Piroshky'. It's really small and the line ends just at the door.
"Their food is so good, Brooke. You have to try it." We order the food and end up walking back to the apartments because it's four-thirty.
"You were right. These are bomb!"
"I'm glad you like it so much." He swallows hard. "C-Can I hold your…hand? It's…cold." I smile and blush at the question. I lace our fingers and I look at him with innocent eyes as I take a bite. "Wow…" He breathes. "No one's ever held my hand before."
"Really? I'm surprised!" I chuckle before taking another bite.
"Why?" I shrug as I readjust so our hands are held more tightly. His palm against mine and his fingers are nice. His hands are surprisingly dry. I memorize his hand in mine and vice versa. I also take time to memorize how his hand and fingers fit in mine. We enter my apartment building and begin talking in the elevator. "Thanks for walking me home. Will you be okay walking by yourself?" He nods.
"It's only a building up, so I should be fine." He walks me to my door and smiles.
"I would say come in for dinner or something, but you only have fifteen minutes. I'd also give you a kiss on your cheek, but my policy is either holding hands or a kiss on the first date." I pause and open the door. "Goodnight, Freddie." He puts up his hand.
"Goodnight, Brooke. I'll see you tomorrow." I slide in and close the door and, when it's securely shut, I lean against it and I end up squealing, as I stand on my own.
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I smile as I hear a happy squeal from the other side of the door. I can't believe she's so willing to be with me. "Yes!" I say quietly with an arm pump.
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-6 months later-
I sigh as I fix my hair. I got chosen to be set up with a blind date. I hope he's cute and the boss of dates. The doorbell rings and I see Freddie Benson. "Well, isn't this a surprise?" He smiles.
"When I found out it was you, I was kind of shocked. I hope everything's perfect tonight."
"That's okay if it's not." He holds out his elbow and I take it. "Thank you very much, good sir."
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"Jesus, won't this be expensive?"
"That's okay. I've been saving up." I look around the really nice restaurant and it begins to make me feel underdressed.
"So, Freddie…what do you want to do with your life?" He shrugs.
"I was thinking about directing, writing, and/ or editing films. What about you?"
"I want to be a psychologist with acting or writing on the side."
"I see. Very good aspirations." I nod as the first course comes along. "I've known you for, what? Six months?" I nod. "And I'm sure Sam told you about my crush on you." He sighs and after, he takes a deep breath. "Brooke, will you…go out with me?" He looks at me and it looks like he's sweating bullets. I smirk as an idea pops up into my head.
"No…not until you dance with me. You give me my dance, and then I will be your girlfriend." He stands and holds out his hand, which I take. Freddie walks me to the dance floor where several couples are dancing already. He holds out his left hand, which I take and I place my hand on his shoulder and his unoccupied hand rests on my hip.
He leads me expertly around the dance floor. "Do you take lessons?" He nods.
"I've taken a couple that were only one or two sessions long. I can salsa dance as well."
"Me too. I can waltz well. Well…you're experiencing that now."
"I do a little tap, too. My mom made me in fourth grade."
"I can do ballet, too." He smirks and it makes me melt. I smirk right back and only hope I can give him the same feeling. "If only we were alone in this restaurant." He gulps and tenses a little.
"Wh-why?"
"Because I don't like to dance much in front of people." He kind of relaxes. "What? Did you think that I'd want to have sex with you or something?" He shakes his head.
"Never. I don't think you operate that way."
"I don't." At the end, he dips me and looks me in the eyes.
"I can't believe you're mine now." He picks me back up and holds out his elbow. I take it and he leads me to the table. He pulls out the chair and helps me push it back in. "Thank you." I say before a small smile.