First Impressions Change Everything Chapter 9: Our Song on The First Date, a Wizards of Waverly Place + Camp Rock Crossover fanfic

I'm sorry, there's going to be a lot of typos.

Alex's POV

Sing Us A Song,

And We'll Sing it back to you

We Could Sing On Our Own

But What would it be without you

I was listening to my now-favorite-song on my iPod, My Heart by Paramore, when I saw Max looking at me wierd. "Yeah?" I asked Max, irritated. "I don't know... you seem... happy now." I shrugged. I looked around and saw Mom and Justin staring at me the same way. I sighed and looked out the window. Once we got home, I checked the time. It was 6:30. I rushed toward my bathroom and took a shower. I checked the time again. 6:45. "Gah!" I groaned and ran to my closet. I stomped my foot. I don't know what I'm supposed to wear. What would I do if I were going on a regular date? I threw on ripped blue jeans, a black shirt, a red shirt over, and my favorite grey converse. I put up a high pony tail, and letting some hair on the side down. I checked my watch. 6:59. I pumped my fist in the air and ran down the stairs. "Where are you going?" Dad asked from the couch, luggage on the side. "Daddy, hi! Did the sandwhich convention end early?" I asked, hugging him. He was rubbing his stomach, he must be on his good side. "Yeah, it was raining hard in Ohio, but I'm happy I'm home. Where are you going?" He asked again. I checked the time again. 7:00. Ding-dong. I gasped. "Oh, I've got it!" Mom called. "Mom!" I screamed. She was already opening the door. I mentally slapped myself. How did I forget to tell mom and dad that I had a date? How did I forget to tell mom and dad that I'm going with Nate? Oh yeah, because I hate Dean right now and I'm faking with Nate when the faking is... fake? "Oh, Nate. What are you doing here?" Mom asked from the door. Dad shot up from the couch. Guess he put two and two together. I heard a quiet, nervous set of mumbling. "Oh, uhh... come in," Mom said, holding open the door. He was wearing casual skinny jeans, a loose white shirt, and a black leather jacket. Ha! I'm a professional at first dates. Dad walked up to Nate. "H-hello, Mr. Russo," Nate stuttered. Dad nodded, and held out his hand. Nate shook his hand and pulled back his hand nervously. "So... first date?" Dad asked. He turned to me, making me jump. "What happened to Dean?" "Uhh... he's being a jerk. Besides, this is..." I started. "Only for the press. You know, the whole Nalex thing?" "Oh, okay. Where are you taking her?" Dad asked. "The movies, or the park. Anywhere she wants to go, really." Nate shrugged. "When will you bring her back?" Dad asked. "Uhh... when do you want her to be back?" Good response, Nate. I sighed. "9:30," Dad said, sounding like a command. That was pretty generous of him. With Dean we'd have until 8:00. Dad signaled to me. I scurried up to him. "Now, the only 2 reasons to let you guys have this date is that I trust both of you. The second is that, it's for you and Nate to save your reputations. I expect some pictures of you two on the paper next week. Don't do anything wreckless. Do you understand?" Nate and I both nodded. "Go," Dad said. We nodded again, and ran out the door.

Nate was silently hyperventilating to himself. "That was harder than anything else. How can you live with him?" Nate asked. I laughed. "Being Daddy's little girl has its rewards," I shrugged. Nate and I walked to his car. "You want me to drive, Nate? Are you okay?" I asked, in a joking way. "I'm okay. I'll drive," Nate sighed. "Where to?" he asked. "Anywhere," I said. Nate nodded, and took a U-turn. I shrugged. "So, where are we going?" I asked. "The beach," Nate answered. "The beach is that way," I murmered to him, signaling to the road behind us. "My beach, Alex," Nate added. I looked at him weird. "Yep," is all that Nate said. After a few minutes Nate stopped the car. I looked around and saw the moon shining through the clouds and its reflection in the water. "Wow," I sighed. I felt Nate's hand on my shoulder. "Yeah," he said. I turned to him. He was smiling at me. I smiled, and jumped out of the car. Nate followed. "You like finding your own way around, don't you?" Nate asked. "Of course," I simply said, and walked along a faded trail. I heard Nate's foot steps become louder and faster, and his hand on my arm. "This way," Nate said, and let his hand drag along my arm toward my hand. He took me off the trail and into a small group of a forest. Nate looked straight at the moon and walked toward it. I followed behind him. I felt the dirt turn into sand, and I took off my converse while Nate was still dragging me. He was taking off his shoes too. He stopped suddenly, making me bump into him. "What's up?" I asked. He snapped out of his trance and smiled down at me. I smiled back, then started running, kicking up sand and twirling in circles. I heard Nate laugh, and I immediately stopped. "Sorry, I got carried away there." Nate shook his head, and ran toward the water. "What are you doing?!" I screamed. "Swimming!" Nate called, and took off his leather jacket and jumped in. I freaked out. "Oh my goodness, Nate!" I called after him. He came up to the surface and said,"Jump in, Alex! It's fun!" I took deep breaths, and counted to 10. "One... Two... Three... Four..." I started. Nate came back to the shore, and got closer and closer. "Seven... Eight... Nine..." Once Nate was in clear aim, I screamed,"10!" I jumped toward him, and he caught me. His arms were around my waist, and my arms around his neck. Our foreheads were pressed together. All of a sudden we heard a loud click. We looked around and spotted Miley with a camera. We closed our eyes, and Nate purposely fell into the water. Before we hit the water, Nate and I held our breaths. I kept my eyes closed. I felt Nate's hand move from my waist to my hand. We swam away from the shore and I felt something against my foot. It was hard. Nate led us up to the surface. I looked for the something hard, and it was a buoy. "Wow..." We swam that much? Nate laughed. "What?" I asked. "This was supposed to be a romantic date, but we're clinging onto a buoy away from the paparazzi." I shrugged. "Nothing I'm not used to." "Are you tired?" Nate asked. "A little bit. You?" I asked. "Same." "You wanna stay here for a while?" I looked around. "Yeah, sure"

We spent the whole time at the buoy talking about funny stories. "There was this one time when Shane was a cowboy for Halloween when he was 8. There was a little boy that was dressed up as a horse. Cowboy Shane plus Horse Boy equals Sheriff Shane and his trusty Horse. They were like that the whole night, Shane riding Horse Boy the neighborhood." Nate said, laughing. I shook my head. "Shane... tsk, tsk," I said. "Oh, there was this time when Mitchie and I were 6 and we went to the neighborhood pond back in Texas. Mitchie was bent over the pond, and watching the frogs. I was playing with the water. Out of nowhere, a frog jumped on Mitchie's hand. I freaked out and threw water at the frog, which means splashing Mitchie. Mitchie fell over into the pond, and she pulled me down with her. When we got out, everyone was panicking at how wet we were. Mitchie was worried about the frogs, and I was trying to jump back into the water. Mom didn't let me though." We laughed. "Wow, nice," Nate commented. We locked eyes for a second, but then I looked away. I laughed, blushing. Nate took my face into his hands, locking our eyes again. We leaned into each other again.

Closer, closer. The voice in my head whispered. Our lips pressed together. Whoa! When did the show of fireworks start? I threw my arms around his neck, and Nate draped one hand on my waist. The other hand was clinging onto the buoy. We pulled apart for breath. "Wow..." I whispered. "Wow..." Nate mimmicked. We kissed once more. "Nate, you taste like salt water," I laughed. "Not for me. You taste like salt water and... tropical berry lip gloss," Nate chuckled. "You wanna go back to the shore now?" I asked. "Yeah." We swam back to shore and saw more paparazzi. We looked at each others dripping clothes and laughed. I checked my watch, which was thankfully water-proof. It was only 8:00. "What do you wanna do for an hour?" Nate asked. My stomach grumbled. "Gah!" I gasped, and slapped my hand over my mouth. "Hungry?" Nate asked. "A lil bit," I shrugged. "Let's go to a resturaunt," Nate suggested. "We're soaked!" I said, throwing my hands up. "And...?" Nate added. "Fine," I said, slipping on my converse. "I'm driving." "'Kay," Nate said. We drove to a nearby resteraunt. "McDonalds?" Nate asked. "Yep." I said,"To go." Nate's eyes were a bit wide, but then he shrugged. "What?" I asked. "You're dominant, you're dominant." We went through the drive-thru, and went to the park. We walked out of the park with our food and went on the swings at a nearby playground. I was crunching on my french fries when I said,"I like this date. It's not original, but it's on its way to be one. "You're so weird," Nate joked. "Shuddup," I answered, laughing.
Once we thought that we were dry enough, it was 9:15. "I think we have enough time to get back to your house." We left, with Nate driving this time. "See ya," I said, once we were at my front porch steps. "Hopefully soon," Nate said, almost whining. "Cry baby gonna miss me?" I teased. Nate nodded, smiling. We kissed, and the door opened. We pulled away quickly. "Daddy! Hey!" I waved at him, even though he was right in front of me. "You're late," Dad said. I checked my watch. 9:31. Huh. "Oh umm.. sorry Dad." "Yeah, sorry Mr. Russo," Nate mumbled, obviously disappointed. "See ya, Nate," I whispered, walking up the front porch steps. I waved my final goodbye to him for the day. He waved back, and I walked into my house.

"So, how was your... date?" Dad asked. "Fun. We went to the beach, then McDonalds, then the park," I said, trying to sound like my innocent girl voice I always use on him. "Oh, you went swimming in your clothes, didn't you?" Dad asked, looking sternly at me. "Of course!" I answered. Mom walked into the room. "You went swimming in your clothes!?" Mom practically screamed. "You know how hard it is to get that salty smell out of clothes?!" I shrugged. "Dad's okay with it." Mom glared at Dad. "At least she wasn't in her underwear," Dad murmered. Mom rolled her eyes. "You change out of those clothes right now!" Mom shoved me up the stairs. "Okay, okay!" I screamed, as Mom pushed me into my room and shut the door. "Take a shower, too"
I took a shower and got dressed in my purple silk pajamas. It was getting late, so I'd better slip into bed before Mom yells at me again. I was setting my alarm clock up for 3:00 PM, and saw roses on the table I put my alarm clock on. How could I have not noticed that? I looked at the note.

Our Song is the slammin' screen door,
sneakin' out late tappin' on your window,
when you're on the phone and you talk real slow cuz it's late and your momma don't know Our Song is the way you laugh,
the first date, "Man I should kiss her when i get the chance"
And when I got home 'fore I said 'amen' askin' God if he could play it again.

What do you say? Wanna play it again?

Love,
Nate

I laughed at how he changed the lyrics by the first date. I went on youtube and looked up Our Song- Taylor Swift. The second verse just sounded too familiar.

I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everythin' that day

It'd gone all wrong and been trampled on and lost and thrown away

Got to the hall way, well, on my way to my lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said...

He sooo planned this.

I hope you loved reading this chapter the way I loved writing it!