Authors Note: So I left you guys hanging for more than a month. I'm so sorry. Two stories are hard to keep track of. I really hope you like this chapter. critique me if you want I still accept anonymous reviews! If you read my other story 'Back to California' you will notice I listed two facts about myself just so you guys sort know who I am. Here's two more:

I like to read.

I like to paint but only trees.

We all know I don't own these characters or else I wouldn't be writing fanfics.

Cole POV

Isabel walked down the stairs in her light blue strapless dress and nude colored pumps. I'm glad she's a little bit of a tomboy or else my tux would be covered in sparkles before we got to dinner. Her dress had lace all over. She looked at me wearily as she took the last step towards me.

"Nervous?" I asked her.

"No, why would I be nervous?" She said.

"Well, because it's prom. But look, I wanted to give you this." I handed her the plastic container with the blue orchid inside. I watched the irritated look on her face transform into a sweet smile and her eyes marvel over the corsage.

"Put it on for me?" She said handing the flower to me. I gently picked up the blue and white flower and pulled it over her slim wrist. I looked up at met her eyes smiling at her until Sam interrupted us.

"Love birds. Are we ready to go? The limo is here." Agitated with the interruption, I helped Isabel down the front steps of Beck's house.

"You look beautiful by the way." I said holding her hand through the gravel drive way.

"Thank you. You look very… very handsome." She smiled. She sat inside the limo first and scooted over to make room for me.

"I can't wait to see Rachel!" Grace squealed from the other side of car. Sam opened up the mini fridge and found four Sprites and poured them into clean champagne glasses.

"Cheers to a great evening!" He said after handing them out to us.

"Cheers!" We repeated happily.

"So where are we going to eat?" Grace asked. Isabel took my hand in hers quietly while everyone was waiting for Sam's answer

"We are going to eat at this place called Voccaro. They make great food. Beck took me there once." Grace satisfied with the answer cuddle into Sam.

"Grace, what is our theme for tonight?" Isabel asked.

"I think it's the forties but no follows them anyways." She shrugged. Sam was looking at me and then back to our intertwined fingers.

"So Sam," I started, "Are you going to any after parties?"

"No." Isabel said firmly.

"Okay." The breaks of the limo screamed our arrival at the restaurant. I got out and held the door open for Isabel. She looked at me without a smile and kept walking. I half-walked and half-jogged to catch up with her at the reservation desk; I wrapped my arm around her waist and whispered to her.

"Hey, I didn't mean it. I was trying to stop Sam from being… well being Sam." I tried to explain.

"What do you mean?" She asked after saying her last name to the man at the desk.

"He was staring at our hands and then looking at me. I don't want holding hands with you to be a big deal. I just want it to be normal." I answered.

"I understand. Normalcy hasn't really been a part of your life lately." She joked.

"Right this way ladies and gentleman." The hostess smiled at us. We followed him to our table and watched Grace and Sam being escorted away from us.

"What? Hey, wait—" Isabel started but I placed my hand on top of hers.

"It's okay we can handle being alone in a restaurant." I said. She relaxed.

"We can barely handle being alone in a house reeking of wolf." She said making us both laugh.

"Okay. I guess that's true but we were alone then. There are people here." I responded.

"Thanks, I didn't notice that before." She said sarcastically.

"Alright, alright. What do you want?" I asked her seeing the waiter coming towards us.

"Water." She said still looking at the menu.

"Hi, my name is Zach. I will be serving you tonight. What would you like to start off with to drink?" He said kindly.

"Two waters," a swift kick in the shin from Isabel, "please."

"Yessir. I will be back." He said writing it down on the note pad.

"Thank you." Isabel chirped and beamed at me simultaneously.

"What?" I asked her.

"You should be nicer to those people. They hate their jobs. They only make 2.50 an hour." She scolded while looking back to her menu.

"I'm sorry. You're right." She looked up surprised.

"Did you just admit to be wrong? Call the press Cole St. Clair admits to being wrong!" She started.

"Oh whatever." I say brushing it off. "I'm having soft shell crab sandwich. What do you want?"

"Umm, I think I want a steak." She said folding her menu. I was just looking at her in the candle light and was watching her blue eyes look back at me.

"What?" She asked me.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" She asked again while watching my hand reach toward her.

"Move." I said pulling a flower petal out of a loose curl. I showed her the small petal on my finger and she laughed.

"Ops." She said.

"Wait, make a wish." I told her.

"Okay." She closed her eyes and revealed the light blue eye shadow on top of her eyelids. She opened them to say that she had decided on a wish.

"Blow." She blew the petal and watched as it fell to the floor of the restaurant.

"What did you wish for?" I asked.

"I can't tell you because then it won't come true." I smiled and put my hands up in surrender.

"Sorry. I forgot to read that page of the making wishes handbook." She smiled at me. The waiter brought us our waters and wrote down our food orders leaving us alone once more.

"You know I'm going to use the girl's room." She said as she stood up but before she walked away she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. While she was away I decided to text Sam to see how his date was going.

Cole: Hey.

Sam: Hey.

Cole: How's the date going?

Sam: Fine. Grace just went to the bathroom. Yours?

Cole: Fine. Isabel just went to the bathroom. Are you nervous at all?

Sam: A little. What about you?

Cole: My palms are sweating. That never happens. Ever.

Sam: Grace is back. TTYL

"Did I miss anything?" She asked sitting back down.

"Nope. But what does tityl mean?" I asked.

"What? Spell it."

"T-T-Y-L." I spelled.

"It means talk to you later. Why?" She questioned me.

"Sam said it to me earlier. I was confused." I smiled at her. She didn't have time to question me further as our plates had arrived. We ate quietly really not knowing what else to say.

"Was yours good?" I asked.

"Yeah. Wanna try it?" She said holding her fork out for me and allowed me to take a bite.

"That is good. Wanna try mine?" I gave her a bite of my sandwich.

"If we ever come here again remind me to get that next time!" She exclaimed.

When the waiter came to get our empty plates I had finally realized what tonight really was. Izzy's and I's first date.

"Hey, Iz." I started.

"Yeah?" She responded.

"Is this our first date?" I said sorta avoiding eye contact with her. She grinned at me and began to laugh.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Come here." She and I leaned across the table careful to avoid the candles. She picked up my napkin and wiped something off my face. She then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and whispered.

"Yes. This is our first date."

Phew! LONGEST chapter ever! My wrists hurt! Not complaining just saying. Tell me if you thought this chapter was boring at all because I feel that it was a little drawn out and that I should have 'ripped the band-aid off faster.' Anyways, Review please!

P.S I am a total Quogan fan. I do not own Voccaro though.

With Love,