It's been a while! . I've been busy with school so I haven't been able to write, but thankfully school is over and I can finally get back to updating regularly. In one of my chapters where Michael and Amanda go on their first date, there's a throwaway line about Trevor interrupting one of their first attempts at dating. I started to think about that line a lot and made it into a chapter. Enjoy :D

Michael looked nervously at the phone number written on the scrap of paper in his hand. It had only been a few days since he'd met the most gorgeous girl he'd ever laid eyes on at a strip club, but to him it may as well have been weeks. As he stood there, staring at the phone, he heard the front door burst open. He jumped in shock, frantic hands scrambling to grab his gun, before seeing who it was. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, T, don't you know how to knock?!" Michael growled angrily, letting out a deep breath.

Trevor just shrugged. "Eh, where's the fun in that? Besides, I like scaring the shit outta you," he chuckled. The psychopath casually walked over and stole a beer from Michael's fridge.

"So, why are you here, Trevor? I mean, other than scaring me and stealing my alcohol," Michael said sarcastically. He leaned against the kitchen counter and glared at his best friend.

"I came by here to remind you of that thing that we need to do," Trevor said vaguely, in reference to the heist that they needed to prepare for.

"Alright, just, uh, give me a minute," Michael muttered awkwardly, still staring at the phone.

It was then that Trevor noticed the slip of paper that he was trying to hide in his hand and smirked against the beer bottle. "And what is this?" he said mockingly and took it from his hand, despite Michael's protests. "Amanda, huh? Isn't she that girl from the other day? I don't really remember, I was pretty smashed..."

"Yeah, she is...look, can I have that back now?" Michael asked anxiously, reaching for the number.

"Hold on, I'm not done yet." Trevor lightly shoved him back. "Heh, she even drew a heart next to her name. You know, Mikey, these girls you meet off of drunk one-night stands usually don't turn out too well," he said, giving the paper back to him.

"Yeah, well, I have a good feeling about this one," Michael said. "Now, can you fuck off for a minute so I can call her?"

"Your wish is my command, General," Trevor mock saluted him before he walked out of the trailer back into the freezing cold.

"Fuckin' A…" Michael said under his breath before finally grabbing the phone and dialing the number.

She answered on the second ring. "Hello?" Amanda's voice sounded breathless over the phone.

"Uh, hey, " he started nervously. "It's Michael, from a few days ago…"

"Ah, the handsome charmer, how could I forget?" He could almost see the smirk on her face. "I was hoping that you'd call...it's not often that I give out my number to a guy I meet at the club."

"Guess I'm just lucky," he said smoothly. "So, I was hoping I could take you out to dinner or something…?"

She sighed on the other end. "I would love to, but I have to work late a lot this week. I'll tell you what, pick me up this Friday at eight from the club and we can grab some drinks? I know it's a kinda shitty first date, but in this town…"

A relieved grin formed on his face. "Nah, I think it's great. I'll see you then."

He heard her let out a deep breath and could tell that she was smiling, too. "Great. Goodbye, Michael."

"Cya," he said before setting the phone down with a self-satisfied chuckle. "Hell yeah…"

Trevor poked his head through the door. "I assume you got it?"

"Oh, I got it," Michael smirked. He grabbed his coat and followed his friend outside. "Now, let's go do that thing."

Michael sat outside of the strip club, his fingers nervously tapping against the steering wheel of his car that was older than he was. He began to wonder why he was so anxious, he'd been on so many first dates before. Maybe it was the fact that he actually liked this girl and was interested in her for something besides sex. Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't ever seem to find the right words to say around her.

He became so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see her exit the club or her walking up to his car. It took her lightly tapping at his window for him to practically jump out of his seat in shock and unlock the car door.

Amanda laughed as she got into the car. "I see I scared you a little," she observed with a soft smile.

"Ah, maybe a little," he admitted. He was barely able to keep his eyes on the road, too focused on the wavy dark hair framing her pretty face and the vibrant blue eyes glowing in the darkness of the car. "You look beautiful, by the way."

A blush spread across her cheeks. "You're not looking too bad yourself. You clean up pretty well, Mr…?" she trailed off unsurely.

"Townley's my last name. And, thanks…" Michael scratched at his clean shaven jaw. "I look a bit better when I'm not nursing a hangover."

"So, what's your big plan for tonight, Townley?" she asked teasingly, staring out the window at the snow glimmering from the dim streetlights.

"Well, I was thinking we could talk over some drinks and see where the night takes us from there…" he started with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Does that sound good to you?"

Amanda nodded and looked over at him with an excited smile. "Sounds perfect."

"So, what's your drink?" Michael asked, starting to get up from their booth to head to the bar.

She just smirked at him. "Surprise me," Amanda said with a shrug.

He frowned slightly, taken aback by her reply. "Alright…" he said with a determined look on his face.

A few minutes later, he returned, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. "Figured you for a wine type of girl," he explained as he slid the drink across the table to her.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You figured right. Most guys just buy me shitty beer…" she admitted, one of her fingers running along the rim of the glass.

His lips smirked against his own drink. "Well, I'm not dumb like most guys. Uh, or not as dumb…" he quickly corrected himself with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Right," she said with amusement in her voice. She looked across the table at him, cautious blue eyes studying him like they had the night they met a few days ago.

He noticed and nervously tapped his fingers against the table. "So, what's your story?" he asked.

Amanda laughed bitterly. "What is there to tell? I've been in this shitty town my whole life and I don't see myself ever getting out."

"Me too…" Michael said under his breath, "...but I think that there's more to you than you're letting on."

She shrugged. "Not really. Shitty, poor childhood. It's why I sometimes have to fuck guys for money. What about you?"

"Ah, pretty much the same thing…" he admitted. "I had something going for me once back in high school, but I fucked it up."

"And what was that?" she asked curiously after sipping her drink.

"Football," he said shortly, staring down at his drink regretfully.

"I should have figured that you were a jock, for a big guy like you are," she teased. He opened his mouth to protest before she cut him off. "And I mean that in the nicest way possible, darling," she flirted, resting her hand on his arm and feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips.

"If we're making assumptions, then were you a cheerleader? Pretty girl like you are..." he smiled at her confidently, earning a giggle from her.

"Surprisingly, no. I hated school enough as it is. I'll tell you one thing though, Townley: I would have loved to be your cheerleader."

"Aw, thanks, Mandy," he said, noticing at how she raised her eyebrows at the nickname. "What, you don't like it?"

"No, I do...I think it's kinda cute," she said with a soft smile before looking up at him thoughtfully. "You know, Michael, for someone who acts like such a tough guy, you're kind of a romantic."

"How do you know that it's not just my natural charm?" he smirked at her.

She just scoffed. "Please. I've been with enough guys to know whether it's 'charm' or not and I know that with you, it's not. I can see it in those gorgeous blue eyes whenever you look at me."

Michael felt his neck and cheeks grow a bit hot and he tugged at the collar of his jacket nervously. In an attempt to calm his nerves, he finished off the rest of his whiskey. He looked down at her own drink and noticed it nearing empty. "You want me to grab you another drink?" he asked, starting to stand up.

She bit her lip hesitantly, shaking her head before wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him down for a long, slow kiss. "How about we go back to your place instead?" Amanda whispered in his ear.

His eyes brightened at the offer and he just nodded, not trusting his mouth to form any words. "I...I think that sounds like a great idea," he managed.

She grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Let's go then," she said as she grabbed his hand.

"Welcome to my humble abode…" Michael said quietly as he flipped on the lights of the trailer. "I cleaned it up a little before tonight," he confessed when he saw her notice the garbage can full of empty beer bottles.

Amanda nodded and looked around at the old movie posters covering his walls. "A movie lover, I see..."

He smiled a little. "Yeah, ever since I was a kid," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia.

She turned to face him. "You know, I had a lot of fun tonight, Michael…" she whispered, her voice taking on a seductive tone, and rested a hand on his chest.

Michael could only hope that she didn't feel his heart kicking through his shirt. "I did too," he breathed out. A nervous hand reached out to tuck a lock of dark hair behind her ear. He'd barely pulled his hand away before her hands rested on his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss.

Her lips tasted sweet and like wine against his and her hands felt warm against his skin. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close against his body. In all of the kisses he'd had in his life, this was by far the best. Not superficial and just a gateway for sex, it felt...real, meaningful. He smiled against the kiss at the realization.

Michael promptly picked her up and she giggled as he carried her over and set her on the edge of the kitchen table. He sped up the kiss, only pulling apart for quick gasps of air. Her fingers ran through his hair as he kissed her. His shaky hands tried tugging off her shirt unsuccessfully before she pulled away with a smirk. "Relax, I got it," Amanda teased as she lifted her shirt over her head.

Within seconds, she'd thrown his shirt aside and had gone right back to kissing him. A small whimper came from her lips when he broke away, the protest immediately stopping when his lips latched onto the side of her neck. His thumb ran gently along her jawline as his lips traveled towards her collarbone, the man reveling in the sighs of pleasure coming from her. His other hand had just started to tug her bra straps off of her shoulders when a pounding at the door stopped him.

They both shot up in shock, eyes darting towards the door. "Oh my God…" Amanda gasped. "Who the hell is that?!"

Michael sighed in anger and put his shirt back on, rolling his sleeves up as he walked to the door. "I think I have an idea…" He opened the door to the sight of Trevor standing there. "T, what the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Lost the key to my trailer…" Trevor grunted. "And I figured that my best friend would let me crash at his place for the night!"

"Now's not the best time, I'm kinda busy-" Michael started before his psychopathic best friend pushed past him and into the trailer.

"Ah, I forgot all about your lovely company, Mikey…" Trevor slurred, eyeing a very terrified Amanda.

Michael stared at him in disbelief. "Are you fucking high?" he asked him, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes!" Trevor exclaimed. "And that's why I really need to crash here."

"Michael…" Amanda said quietly, desperately trying to get his attention.

Trevor looked over at her and sauntered over to where she was still perched on the table. "Listen, sweetheart, if things don't work out between you two, I'm always here-"

"In your dreams, creep," she immediately said, glaring coldly at him.

"Ah, you're not my type, anyway. Too bitchy…" Trevor shot back.

"Oh, you motherfu-" she started before Michael grabbed her hand and interrupted her.

"Ah, ah, no…" he said as he quickly led her into kitchen. "Listen, you can call Trevor a lot of things, but never call him that."

She looked at him in confusion. "Why not?"

"Guy's got a shitty past, a fucked up childhood," Michael explained. "Listen, I learned about this the hard way."

"What happened?"

"Let's just say I came home with a broken jaw," he scratched at his jawline, recalling the bad memory. "And he's my best friend, so there's no telling what he'd do to you."

"Oh…" she whispered. "I get it."

It was then that Trevor came to investigate "What're you telling her, M? Are you telling her about us?"

Her eyes darted between the two. "What are you talking about?"

"He didn't tell you?" Trevor asked in shock. "This guy is only one of the most wanted men in America!"

Michael looked like he was ready to punch him. "Shut up, Trevor-"

Trevor just ignored him and continued. "This is the infamous bank robber Michael Townley!"

"God damn it…" Michael sighed and started shoving his friend out of the door, ignoring the man's protests. He quickly locked the door behind him before turning to face Amanda.

"Is it true?" she asked, voice a mix of fear and anger.

He stared down at the floor sadly. "Yep…"

"Shit, it's always the cute ones…" she said under her breath with a bitter laugh.

"Look, I can explain-" he started.

She interrupted him angrily. "How do you explain this?!"

"I never wanted this life," he said regretfully. "I still don't. I only do it because I need the money and it's all I know how to do. I don't get off on hurting people."

"I like you, Michael, I really do," she admitted, "I just don't know if I can do this."

He nodded. "I won't blame you if you never want to see me again...but I had a great time tonight and I wanna do this again. I like you, too and I dunno...I just think that this could work." He looked up at her pleadingly, hoping that she'd understand, hoping that this wouldn't affect anything all because of some stupid mistakes he'd made in his life.

She looked at him, deep in thought, before finally nodding. "I'll tell you what: we can try this again next week and we'll see if we can do this. If not, I'm out."

A relieved grin formed on his face. "Deal. I'll go drop you off at your place."

"What about your friend?" she asked, looking out the window.

"Ah, he'll be fine," he said dismissively and smirking over at her. He grabbed his car keys, not noticing her moving closer to him.

What he didn't expect next was the soft kiss that she pressed to his jaw and her whisper of, "I think we'll make this work."