Author's Note: So, here we are! The long awaited date scene! Sorry for the long wait, my muse has been rather lazy as of late. And I have been a little preoccupied with college. Well, onwards then! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I haven't written this already, I do not own Twilight or it's characters, just the plot, and the O'Connell family. They are all mine. Oh, and Toby. Besides that, I am but a poor college student.

Chapter 7- The Double Date

"Damn Serena! When I said hot but casual, I did put emphasis on the hot, but not that much!" I exclaimed, watching my sister walk down the stairs to the front door, where Paul and I were waiting. Serena stopped in her tracks, a look of sudden self-consciousness frozen on her face.

"Is it too much?" She said softly, nervously looking down, making sure she was wearing the outfit she had picked out. The outfit really went well together, and the scant makeup she had put on only highlighted her features. Just a little black eyeliner and some lip-gloss, and her hair was in a loose half-ponytail, gentle waves falling down her back, very similar to the way I had my unruly curls. But since she had put her hair up, a few strands of her layered hair had fallen down to frame her face nicely. I swelled in pride at my sister's success at the task I had set before her.

"No! You look amazing! And its just enough!" I exclaimed, a proud smile on my features. Her face lit up.

"Alright then! If the two beautiful ladies in front of me would like, its time to go" Paul said enthusiastically, wrapping his warm arm around my waist, tugging gently. I laughed, grabbing my sister's arm as Paul led us to the car.

"Do we really have to take your truck Paul?" Serena asked. "It would be more logical to let me drive the Vue, its bigger, and more fuel efficient, than your F150." I quickly cut in, because I knew that Serena made sense, and Paul would agree to her suggestion.

"Yeah, but if you drive, Mike can't take give you ride home! Unless you want ME to drive the Vue." I saw the look of horror cross her face when she thought of anyone besides herself driving her baby. The look of horror was quickly replaced by her thinking face, which she wore the majority of the time.

"Wait, why does he have to drive me home? Aren't the three of us going back to the house together?" She asked, suspicion dawning on her delicate features.

"He has to drive you home so he can walk you to the door!" I exclaimed. Seeing her quizzical face return, I elaborated "If he walks you to the door he can kiss you! Duh!" My sister's face reddened at the thought of her kissing a boy, and I giggled at her expression. It was priceless.

"I guess we can take the Ford" She said quietly, inspecting her toes. I whooped in victory, punching my fist in the air.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, earning a startled look from Serena.

"Can we go now?" Paul whined, pulling me gently.

"Totally" I replied, a satisfied grin plastered on my face.

The drive to the diner was short, and as Paul drove into the parking lot I spotted what must be Mike leaning casually forward against the railing separating the ramp to the door from the parking lot. He was dressed nice, a clean, pressed light-blue checked button-down shirt and a pair of nice jeans. I quickly checked his shoes, a pair of new-looking Adidas sneakers, and nodded slightly in approval.

"He'll do, right Serena?" I asked my sister quietly, so that Paul could pretend to not hear as we walked up him. As Paul gave him one of those manly high-five, handshake-hug things, she answered breathily,

"Definitely". I smiled to myself, glad that I had arranged this. As the two of us walked up to the guys, Paul took the liberty of introducing us,

"Mike, this is my girlfriend, Rose, and this is her sister Serena" He said. I noticed Mike's eyes widen when he took in all 5 feet, 10 inches of Serena. Good, I thought to myself, polite enough not to stare, but confident enough to take a good look. I noticed the instant attraction between the two, and smiled inwardly at my brilliance.

"Alright, let's eat! I'm starved!" I said enthusiastically, after the appropriate greetings had been said. Paul nodded enthusiastically, grabbing me by the hand and leading the way inside the diner, while Mike politely held the door open for Serena, following her inside.

The evening progressed exactly as I had planned. Mike was perfect for Serena. Charming, intelligent, athletic, funny, and a little on the geeky side, he was exactly what Serena needed for a relationship. I saw the sparks flying between them, especially when they got into a heated argument over who should take over for Batman in some comic book they were both reading. "The Battle for the Cowl" or something like that, I really didn't have a clue, and neither did Paul, so we started our own argument about the best topping for French fries, once our food had arrived. My personal favorite was vanilla milkshake-dipped fries, and Paul was adamant about keeping it old school and using ketchup. Eventually Mike and Serena noticed our apparent disregard for their debate, so they joined ours, Serena fervently agreeing with Paul, and Mike coming in completely out of left field with

"Wait, you put what on your French fries?!" I exclaimed loudly

"Vinegar, it's really the only way to go" Mike replied nonchalantly, proving his point by asking our waitress for a bottle of vinegar.

"Seriously? How did you discover that you could put VINEGAR on French fries?" I countered, a clearly puzzled look on my face. Before Mike could answer, however, Serena answered my question, as per usual.

"Actually, the practice of putting vinegar on French fries as a condiment is very popular in the U.K. also, in England, they call them 'chips' instead of French fries, so I would assume Mike either has been to England before, or knows someone from there". Mike nodded, looking impressed.

"Actually, my mom lived in London for a few years for college, and picked up the practice there, and taught me about it when I was little" he replied

"Wait" I asked "If in England they call fries 'chips', then what do they call chips?"

"Crisps" Serena and Mike answered in unison, both of them blushing and looking away when they realized what had happened. The evening progressed well, animated conversation dominating the meal, and when we finished and paid the bill (Mike treated, isn't he a gentleman?), Paul and I made our exit, saying we were going over to Sam and Emily's place, the guys were planning a horror movie marathon. Mike, further proving his gentlemanly-ness, kindly offered to drive Serena back to the house, and of course she said yes. As Paul and I left, I gave Serena a supportive wink, turning back to Paul before I got to see her face turn red.