So sorry for the long delay. I've been lazy.

Enjoy!

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With the rain pouring down like there was no tomorrow, Booth gazed down at the flooded grass from the tree house in his back yard. Him and Pops had built it for Jared for his eighth birthday. Twisting one of Tempe's locks around his finger, he gladly relaxed into the beanbag.

Still remaining leant back against his chest, Tempe asked Booth, "what was Pops talking about at lunch, about calling work back?"

It was at these words that Tempe noticed his arms stiffen around her. His breath had a little catch in it the next time he spoke.

"Well, I used to have a job, helping out the mechanic near the milk bar," he said.

"Used to?"

"Pops had a bit of a health scare about six months ago, and I stopped working so I could be at home with him, because he couldn't take care of himself. Pops reckons I should go and ask if they still have something available for me," Booth explained, wrapping his arms around her torso.

"Let's go down tomorrow," Tempe said abruptly.

"Tomorrow?"

She clarified, "yes, it is a Sunday and neither of us have anything on. Come on, wouldn't it be a lot more handy if you had some spare cash?"

Nodding, Booth said, "it would."

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Scrambling off of the couch to answer the phone before the answering machine picked it up.

"Hello?" he answered, balancing himself against the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Booth. You don't need to worry about the dance tomorrow night," she said, finishing with a sniff.

Tempe's school Social was to be the following night, and had invited Booth as her date. Not many people in her year were bringing dates. Well, Hodgins was bringing Angela for their first 'proper' date; though they'd already found themselves caught many a times by the librarian doing things that only couples do; but it was a very small minority of the students who were bringing someone from outside the school.

"Why?" Booth asked, utterly confused. All Tempe and Angela had been able to talk about was what they'd be wearing, what songs they'd hope would be played, etc.

"Dad changed his mind, and Mum's really busy with work at the moment; she's expected to get a promotion soon; so I don't want to bother her and bring her into this. Sorry, maybe next year," she sighed, falling back onto her bed.

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Opening the text message she just received, Temperance peered out her bedroom door:

You gonna let me in?

Getting to her feet, Tempe peered down the hall to find it empty. Jogging down the stairs, she flicked on the porch light and looked through the peephole to see Booth standing on the other side of the door. Turning the handle and pulling it toward her, she gasped at Booth's appearance.

"Booth! Why are you wearing a tuxedo?" she asked, shocked.

Smiling and walking past her into the hallway, he replied, "well, and just know, I know that this is going to sound corny...you couldn't go to the dance, so...I brought the dance to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Just sit here," she said, leading her to one of the kitchen stools, "and wait for me to come and get you. I just need to do something."

As he walked off down the hall and then turned into the lounge room, Tempe noticed how the backpack on his shoulders still seemed to make him seem boyish, despite his manly appearance. She listened closely, trying to find out what he was up to, but he kept as quiet as a mouse. After around five or ten minutes, soft music began to flow through the house.

He reappeared soon after that, and took her hand to lead her down the hall. Entering the lounge, Tempe was surprised to find her sitting room decorated with black and silver balloons and streamers. He had moved the couches to the edge of the room, leaving a large empty space in the middle.

Turning to face her again, Booth asked, "dance with me?"

Smiling sheepishly and stepping toward him, Tempe said, "I didn't know you could dance."

"I can't," he admitted wrapping his arms around her waist.

Swaying to the music, she laid her head against his chest.

"I look like such a slob standing next to you right now," she whispered, looking down at her sweatpants and singlet.

"I think you look ten times more beautiful just like this, than any of the other girls at the dance tonight."

"This is very romantic of you, Booth," Tempe pointed out. "Is this the 'date' you were talking about?"

"No. This is, how would I put it, an impromptu lead-up to the 'date'."

Pressing her lips lightly to his jaw, she said, "well, if this isn't even a date, I can't wait to see the real one."

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Once again, sorry for the wait. And also for the shortness of the chapter, I kind of just wanted to get something up :)

Please review and let me know what you thought.

Em xXxXxxx