A/N: Thanks to Disneycow82 on Deviantart, this fanfic will have cover art. I wasn't hard to think of this chapter. Okay it has some trouble and I was busy. I don't hate on feminism at all. Never went to Hooters. I edited each chapter because dialogue has a punctuation errors in it. I don't drink, and so should you.

Chapter 4: Date at the Park

I got sent home for hiding under the desk. My current boss is REALLY flexible. He isn't harsh as my old boss. My old boss will fire me as soon as I make a mistake. Anyway, my NEW boss sent me on a week vacation. Again…

Within a week, Stacy is "cured" from her hangover. She took down that video. Thankfully. That had been the week.

I was watching the news on T.V. Something about shock collars bill, but got rejected. Figures. My phone buzzed. It's Levi. 'I think the date is at the park.'

I froze. Shocked from if those abductors finding me in a park. I don't exactly trust Levi, but those biceps. So sexy... 'I don't know. Maybe somewhere else.'

'Maybe. I'm sold on the park. Just give it a shot.'

'Maybe not the park.'

'The park or Hooters.' Hell no! Not dating in Hooters!

'No Hooters.'

'The park it is. Can I pick you up?'

'No.'

'Okay. See you at the park st 5:30' Our texting session has ended. I took a shower. Peeked through my windows. Checking to see if the coast is clear. I went out of my apartment to my car. I drive to the park's parking lot. I see a truck. It's HUGE. My phone buzzed. A text from Levi. 'I'm at a large tree. Just go straight starting from and facing away the front of my truck. I'll be under that tree.' I looked for a truck and there it is. The only truck in the parking lot. "Must be his truck," I muttered. I turned on my music. I followed instructions. Face away from his truck's front, and go in a straight line.

There he is. Sitting on a blanket leaning against the tree. Legs straight with some food. I looked around. We're alone… Together.

He noticed me as I turned on my music. "Hello bae," he said.

"Bae? No one calls me bae before." I didn't know how to react to that. Felt flattered.

"I don't really say bae to anyone." He pulls out a small bottle of… whiskey. Very expensive looking. And two shot glasses proportional to our sizes. He poured that adult drink into those glasses, and handed the smaller one to me. "Ever drank something like this?"

"Never. I hate bitter taste!" Felt a bit agitated. I don't exactly know why. Maybe there those damn VOICES! Breathing heavily.

"Whoa. Calm down. No need getting pissed. Deep breaths, okay?" We did some deep breaths together. It calmed me down.

I drank the shot. I made a face of disgust. I was bitter and disgusting, but euphoric. "I'm okay now." He drank his shot it was nothing. No face of disgust.

He put away the bottle and brought out spray can cheese and crackers. "These are for to space out each shot." He put some spray cheese on the cracker and ate it.

"Sorry. I just don't like alcohol." Feeling embarrassed.

"I admit, that was weird." He ate another cheese'd cracker. "What's up?"

"My boss gave me a week of vacation. Again."

"You must be either unstable or lazy to get that many vacation days. Go on."

"And my friend got drunk and…" I sigh. I hoof-palmed myself. I'm going to say it. "And had sex while recorded it, and posted it."

"Don't remind me of that! Everybody should keep that stuff to themselves. It's a private thing."

"Well… That's my week."

"Another sang into the intercom." I laughed hard. "It's not funny anymore." I stopped laughing.

"Sorry."

"Don't beat yourself up. Just sayin'." He repositioned his legs so they are criss-crossed. "Do you really think that singing into the intercom is funny?"

"Yes."

"You're interesting. I dated boring chicks before you. Either they're one-night-stand chicks, or really desperate. Except you and… her…" He sigh as he rubbed his temples. "I can't force a relationship on you."

"I would of spend this time on something useless. Like watching infomercials." He leaned his head on the tree. "You're not exactly forcing a relationship on me. I feel overwhelmed, but you're sexy."

"You're just saying that to get into my pants."

"No, I feel… I don't know… I have mixed feelings for you."

He looked at me with watery eyes. "Thank you. "I'm not actually desperate. Just… Just… Let's just have a date soon. Just hang out as friends for a while, okay? I need a bit of little space."

"Okay."

He poured the adult drink into our glasses. We clinked our glasses together, and gulped the shot down.

"Use him as a distraction for them, and dump him!" the voice commanded. 'I will,' I thought in a rebellious attitude. 'Just not now.'

"Damn, bitter taste sucks," I said.

"You'll get used to it," Levi said as he handed me a cheese-covered cracker. I shortly ate it.

"Is there one example?"

"Of what?"

"Desperate woman."

"A woman wanted to marry me after the first date. God damn, she proposed on our that date. She's more like a stranger than a partner."

"I barely date. It's hard."

"You're right. Dating's hard." He grabbed a cracker. Ate it whole. Even his chewing is sexy… "The wrong moves can kill a relationship. Even your partner's."

"I got dumped in high school for another girl."

"Your ex just wants you." He hugged me. It was hard to breathe. "Thank you for being with me."

"You're welcome."