"Lizzie, could you come here a minute?" Red called from the bedroom. She furrowed her brow before walking in. What could he want? "Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked, arms folded across his chest, lips turned down in a stern look. Liz quickly glanced over him. Uh oh.

"You got your pants to fit!" She said in mock excitement. He gave her a serious expression that showed that he didn't buy it.

"I went through my clothes, and it turns out that only two pairs of pants don't fit. That seems odd to me seeing as how they were all tailored to be the same size."

"..."

"Lizzie," he said voice low. She raised her eyebrows.

"Hmm?"

"Care to explain?" He asked which made her chew her lower lip. The silence was deafening.

"I might have had a few difficulties with the washer," she muttered. Red moved towards her slightly.

"I didn't quiet hear that," he stated.

"I shrank your pants," she mumbled just a little louder.

"What was that?"

"I said that I shrank your pants, Damn it," She snapped making him chuckle. Her cheeks redened slightly. "Are you happy now?"

"Oh, I will be," he said getting an odd look from her.

"What do you mean?" Liz asked, suspicious of where this was going.

"Instead of telling me the truth, you told me that I looked fatter."

"I actually said thicker," Liz interrupted but Red paid no attention to her.

"You owe me," he stated, moving towards her and letting his hands fall to his sides.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to go to dinner and a movie with me," he responded. Liz furrowed her brow.

"How is that a punishment?"

"I only said that you owed me. I have no intention of punishing you."

"We got here kind of early," Liz commented taking her seat. Red sat next to her and placed his arm around her shoulders. "The movie hasn't even started yet."

"I don't see the point in wasting time," Red stated grabbing a few kernels of popcorn from the bucket on Liz's lap.

"I didn't even get the yawn and stretch move," Liz responded but shifted closer despite her complaints.

"I've found that people tend to react better when their intentions are made clear," he popped the pieces into his mouth as she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," Liz muttered taking a sip of her drink. Red patted her shoulder as she leaned closer.

It wasn't long before people started filling in the theater. Liz and Red were closed in the middle of the back row. That made Red a little nervous but not enough for him to move.

Halfway through the movie, Liz finished off her drink. That, she could deal with. The only problem was that five minutes later, she desperately needed to pee.

"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Red whispered feeling her fidget under his arm.

"I'm fine," she whispered back. As the movie continued, Liz only felt more uncomfortable. She crossed her legs to try to help. Unfortunately, that just put pressure on her bladder. It would take a miracle to for her to make it through the movie.

She gave a small whimper when there was a waterfall on the screen. Red, thinking that she was distressed over the movie, ran his thumb over her shoulder gently. He shifted a little closer and chewed on his jaw.

"You know, if the movie is bothering you too much, you can always lean against me?" Red asked, silently pleading with her to hide her face in his shoulder. He could practically feel her breath on his throat and her hair tickling against his cheek. The thought made his heart flutter in his chest.

"I'm fine," Liz muttered but still leaned against him. It was a little chilly, and he was warm. Red kissed her temple and sighed into her hair.

Liz leaned into the touch and turned to where his lips hit her cheek. She hummed quietly before Red pressed his lips farther along her cheek, close to her mouth. Should he try closer? In the moment, he decided to go for it.

When Red was halfway to her lips, she heard someone shake the ice in their cup, making a slouching noise. That was too much for her bladder to handle. She bolted out of her seat and the room, after tripping over someone's feet. Red nearly smacked his face on the back of her seat, still aiming for a kiss. How the hell did she move so quickly?

"Ooh," said the guy next to him who had noticed. "That's rough, dude."

Red leaned back in his seat and pouted slightly. He'd rather have her slap him than just run away. Oh well, maybe dinner would end better.

Lesson:Liz has a small bladder