The Preparation

"Dude you're like...ten minutes late. Not that I care or anything...pfft...cause I don't! Take your time!" Bridgette said into the phone. It was the night of her date with Duncan. Friday. She was being attacked by brushes and hair products. I can't believe I'm actually going on a date with Geoff's best friend! Not like I wanted to... That's silly Bridgette thought to herself. She was actually on the phone with Duncan.

"Don't rush me! I'm only doing this because of a dare! Not that I don't want to do this... I'll be there soon!" Duncan replied while putting a tie on. Okay, so I know I would never go on a date with this blondie. But it was a dare. What was I supposed to do? Be a chicken? Duncan thought. He also had brushes and hair products attacking him. It's not like he wanted makeup on, but DJ insisted he did it.

"Take your time. Leshawna's trying to murder my eyeball. OW! Make that both eyeballs!" Bridgette exaggerated as Leshawna nearly poked her eye out with an eyeliner.

"Hold still, girl. This could end up all around your face." Leshawna said, putting down the pencil and picking up hairspray.

"DJ's doing the same thing. Apparently, makeup makes people look hotter. Frankly, I don't need makeup to look hot." Duncan said, very conceited. He was now putting on shoes.

"You have no idea how messed up that thought is..." Bridgette said truthfully but jokingly at the same time. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"What? You're saying I'm not hot? Well, I can rearrange your face if you say that again" He cracked his knuckles but realized she couldn't him so it wasn't really that threatening.

"The Leshawna and Heather dream team has beat you to it." She didn't know why she let Heather do her hair and makeup. I mean, in season 2 she tried stealing Courtney's hair. So why wouldn't she mess up Bridgette's face? But she did trust Leshawna.

"Why am I even doing this? Why am I going out with you? And why do I pay?" Duncan questioned his date.

"The dude pays. That's the way it works. And I really really hate Truth or Dare..." Bridgette sighed, forgetting Heather was in the same room as her.

"Thanks to Heather, I'm wasting my Friday night with you" It's not like he had anything else better to do. He just didn't want to admit it.

"Like I'm so thrilled about spending my night off from work on a date with a green haired idiot?" She didn't really think of him as an idiot. More like a moron or a dummy. But he was still her friend and she was secretly glad that he was.

"Can we at least try to not kill each other tonight?" He pleaded. They're best friends, but they act more like siblings. And besides, she knows that's an exaggeration.

"Hold on, give me a second. I need to fix my...well, everything. Leshawna and Heather don't agree on anything. Where the heck are we going anyway?" She explained. Duncan pulled out a card with a name and number on it.

"Some restaurant called 'Mary's'. I heard it's really fancy" Duncan replied, putting the card back in his pants pocket. Bridgette didn't sound so excited when he said that. She doesn't know what dressing up is. She thinks it's wearing jeans and a tank top. She doesn't even have a dress. Yeah, I know you saw her in one in World Tour singing 'I'm Sorry' but that was just a dress from wardrobe. It wasn't hers.

"I guess that means you're expecting me to not show up at the door in a tank top and jeans?" She sighed. But she already knew the answer.

"Exactly, Barbie" He knows she hates being called Barbie, because it's pretty much calling her a dumb blonde. He also knew she can only hold a grudge for 6 minutes. Secretly, he was glad Heather dared them to go on a date. He always had a thing for her. She also liked Duncan but never wanted to tell anyone because, well, most of them are terrible at keeping secrets.

"So let me get this straight...I've got to wear a dress or something?" Bridgette asked, confused. She couldn't see but Duncan rolled his eyes again. He knew she wasn't joking. She's never actually been in a fancy restaurant before so she doesn't know what to expect. They began to go on and on about what she should wear and where they should go instead.

"You know what, forget it. I'll just make pasta or something" Bridgette gave up. Duncan was so mad when he heard her say that. He had just spent 3 hours having brushes and pencils killing his face and spent $40 on a tux.

"Okay, fine. At least let me change into comfortable clothes. God... I think I just might strangle you now..." He managed. She could hear him swearing under his breath. She sighed as he hung up the phone. He called her back 5 minutes later.

"Hey. OH CRAP! I told my neighbor I'd babysit for her tonight! Just come over and help me out with the twins."She could hear Duncan breathing in the phone loudly, obviously ticked.

How was this chapter for ya? Again, thanks to tdibridgettefan for coming up with this idea and helping me write it. How will the babysitting go? Stay tooned (see what I did there?) for chapter 3!