Quick A/N- I may just be slightly amazayn. I wrote all of this today, my family went to a BBQ but I stayed back since I'm kinda at edge with the people who threw it soo…yeah I've kind of been procrastinating when it comes to writing this…OH WELL~ For those of you who don't know, I'm actually entering high school in August, and I'm signing up for band, and I just got a 'Band Camp' form in the mail…ON MY BIRTHAY, I have to spend ALL DAY at the highschool, marching. You gotta be kidding me. You gotta…UGH.

BUT, despite my grouchy mood, I enjoyed writing this! :) Hope you enjoy reading it..ha :D And I can proudly say this was NOT based off of a real date I have been on…you'll see ;)

-March 16th, 5:30pm, Brooks Household-

Emma was buttoning up her red plaid shirt. Then, she grabbed her white sneakers out of the closet and got them on, then looked into the mirror.

"Perfect…" She said, with a smirk upon her face.

Blake would be here any minute now to take her out on the date. First, they would go get dinner together at the Billy Goat Tavern by Michigan Avenue, home of the best 'CheezBorger's' in all of Chicago. Then, they were going to the movies to go see John Carter. It was rated PG-13, but Blake was actually 13, he had a late November Birthday, so he could get in, and Emma could definitely pass off as a 13 year old, she is turning 13 in July, anyway.

"Emma! He's here!" Phil yelled up to his daughter. Emma smiled, feeling some butterflies in her stomach, but shook it off. She opened the door and walked out of her room and downstairs, and saw both her dad and Blake downstairs. Blake's mouth dropped open when he saw Emma, and Phil just looked at him. "Close your mouth, I don't want drool all over my floor."

Blake quickly closed his mouth after that, then gulped, but smiled again at Emma. "You look beautiful," He said to her, nearly breathless, as Emma blushed and smiled back.

"She's 12, she's pretty not beautiful," Phil told him. Emma frowned at him and eyed him hard. He saw this, then sighed an rolled his eyes.

Emma then walked down stairs over to Blake, and the two hugged, but a moment later, Blake got a few of Punk's eyes, which were almost piercing into his soul, so Blake quickly let go.

"You ready to go?" He asked Emma, rather nervously. Papa Punk was starting to scare the living hell out of him.

"Yeah, sure," Emma said, with a cute warm smile on her face.

"HOLD UP," Punk said, stopping the two, who turned around. "Where you going?"

"Oh, well, first we were gonna go to Billy Goat's over by the UC-"

"You wanna take my daughter to a Tavern!" Phil asked, immediately lighting up with rage.

"I swear I wasn't planning on drinking, I swear!" Blake said quickly, and nervously. "I always go there before Blackhawks and Bulls games and I love it and I just thought she'd love it too."

Phil looked at him hard, then rolled his eyes. "Where else are you taking her." He asked, rather blankly.

"We were going to the movies," Blake said quickly and nervously.

"What movie?" Phil asked immediately.

"Well…" Blake began, trying to figure what to say. He didn't want to tell him he was sneaking his daughter into a PG-13 movie.

"We'll probably go see The Vow or something like that…" Emma spoke up.

"Uh, yeah, whatever she wants to see," Blake said. Phil looked at them as if he didn't believe them for a moment, but then shrugged and nodded.

"Fine, be back by 10:00pm sharp, no minute late or else," He said. The two kids just nodded, then headed out the door and started walking to Billy Goats. After they got off of the property and onto the sidewalk, Blake looked at Emma with a smirk before beginning to talk.

"The Vow? Really?" He asked her.

"Two words; Channing Tatum," Emma replied with a snicker. "Besides, it's better than telling my dad we're going to go see John Carter."

"I'm pretty sure it's a Disney movie," Blake said.

"But it's also PG-13 and I'm only 12," Emma said.

"Only until July 11th," Blake smirked at her.

"Born 3 weeks early…" Emma said.

"Whoa, really?" Blake asked her, shocked.

"Yeah, nothing major, but I ended up being born with only one kidney," Emma said with a shrug.

"Guess I should make sure you don't drink too much tonight…just in case," Blake said, with a half-smile.

Emma smiled back, but that smile quickly disappeared after she felt something hit her shoulder. She turned her head, and we she saw it, she got mad.

"SHIT!" Emma screamed.

"What's wrong!" Blake asked quickly.

"A bird took a shit on my shoulder and it got on my shirt," Emma grunted out. "It's the middle of march, they should still be down south!" Blake laughed.

"It's been pretty warm here lately, though," Blake said.

"Still…" Emma sighed.

"Don't worry, we can go back and change at your house, we didn't walk to far," Blake said.

"Yeah, sure," Emma said, as they turned around to head back.

Phil was sitting on his couch, texting Colt the location of where Emma and Blake would be going to, when the door busted open. He was startled by it, and when he saw Emma and Blake walk in, he quickly put his phone into his pocket.

"Date end so fast?" He asked.

"No, a bird went on my shirt, so I'm changing," Emma said, rolling her eyes as she went upstairs to her room.

That only left Phil and Blake, which was incredibly awkward and nerve wrecking for Blake. Emma was only planning on changing her shirt, but she realized that it didn't go with her other clothes, so she ended up changing her whole attire- a black t-shirt with the British flag on the front, short jean shirts that were maybe a little TOO revealing, and some black sneakers. When she went back downstairs, she immediately caught the attention of both guys.

"Isn't it a little too cold outside for that much skin!" Phil questioned, seeing his daughter's revealing outfit.

"It's like, 80 outside now, relax," Emma said. "Besides, Blake has a jacket, I'll wear it if it gets too cold tonight," She said, shrugging.

Phil immediately started staring down Blake after Emma said that, and Blake did his best to avoid eye contact.

"So uh…let's go!" Blake said quickly, rushing him and Emma back outside and on their way. Phil shook his head, then pulled his phone back out and continued texting Colt the locations for the date.

XxX

"Alright, you can pick a table and I'll go order the food," Blake said to her. Emma just nodded, then picked a seat.

Colt had just sneaked into the place, then tip toed over to find a seat that he could get a view of Emma and Blake, but wouldn't be in clear view.

"Whoa..lots of skin there…" Colt commented softly as he saw what Emma was wearing.

Blake got done ordering the food, and Emma walked over to get her food and put some condiments on her food. She got a hotdog, and she went to go put some mustard on it, but she must've pushed on the pump too hard, because the mustard ended up coming out all at once really fast, and ended up going RIGHT onto the white t-shirt Blake was wearing. Emma's jaw dropped.

"Oh my gosh..i'm SO sorry!" Emma said.

She then grabbed a napkin and attempted to wipe it off, but it only made it worse.

"Um…" Blake began, trying to figure what to say. "Plain white's just boring…color's good!" He said, trying not to make her feel bad, but she did. "Uh, let's just go talk and eat." He said quickly as the two headed back over to their table.

"This is already a trainwreck…" Colt said to himself, as he took out his cellphone to text Phil what had just happened.

Blake and Emma actually got into a good conversation together, completely forgetting about the bird poop and the mustard.

"So, I was like, 5 and I thought I was the fastest guy in the world since I won this race in kindergarten," Blake began. "So I got on my brother treadmill and sped it up as fast as it could go. I tried running on it…" He then paused to take a deep breath. "I fell off, went into the mall and need stitches."

"Ouch…" Emma said, trying her best not to laugh.

"It's okay if you laugh," Blake said.

"Good," Emma said, right before bursting out in laughter.

"Hey, it isn't THAT-" Blake began, but stopped.

As he said that, he moved his hand and it knocked over his drink, and it spilled RIGHT onto her lap, making it look as if she had a….you know.

"Oh sweet baby jesus," Blake immediately said. "I am SO sorry…"

"Uh, it's fine…we'll be in a dark movie theater… I doubt anyone will notice…" Emma said, looking down at her lap.

"Here," Blake said, then handing her his jacket. "You know…to cover it up, just in case."

"Um..yeah, thanks," She said, taking the jacket.

Colt looked on, in total disbelief.

"I'm so glad I didn't have to work an event tonight, this is so much fun to watch," Colt said, once again taking his phone out to text Phil what had just happened.

XxX

"Do I really look thirteen?" Emma asked. She and Blake had just gotten the tickets to the movie.

"You may be extremely short, but you definitely look like a teenager," Blake said. "What kind of candy do you want."

"Sour patch kids, definitely," Emma said, with a smile.

"Like it sour, eh?" Blake asked her, with a smirk, then a snicker. "You just wait, I'll be right back, shawty," He said with a wink.

"Shawty…that's what Justin Bieber calls girls…I like that," Emma said to herself in her head with a smile covering her face.

Blake went to go grab some popcorn and candy, then he came back as the two started walking to their theater, but as they were walking, Blake tripped over something and fell right over, spilling popcorn all over the floor and catching the attention of everyone. Emma's jaw dropped, for like, the millionth time that night. Blake picked himself up.

"Um…you know, maybe you should just…take the candy and go pick out our seats…I'll go get some more," Blake said, handing her the candy.

"Yeah…I'll do that," Emma said, taking the candy and heading straight into the theater.

She found some seats right in the middle for her and Blake. She watched some of the boring ads before the movie, then she felt eyes on her. She then looked back, and couldn't believe it.

"Oh my gosh…you're kidding me," She said to herself, in disbelief. Blake came back a moment later.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"Um..yeah, sure, let's just watch the movie," Emma said, rolling her eyes and focusing her attention back to the movie.

XxX

"Surprisingly, that was good," Emma said after the movie ended.

"Surprisingly?" Blake asked her, with a smirk on his face, while Emma threw away all her trash.

"Yeah, I didn't think it would be that good," She said as they were walking out of the theater.

"I did," He winked at her.

"Yeah, sure you did," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"Why do you think I picked it?" Blake asked her.

"Whatever," Emma rolled her eyes again, then stuck her tongue out.

"You know what time it is?" Blake asked her.

"Let me check," Emma said. She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, but her eyes just widened. "Oh shit."

"What, is something wrong?" Blake asked concerning.

"My phone's missing," Emma said, a touch of panic in her voice.

"Well, where could it be?" Blake asked.

Emma took a moment to think, then her eyes widened again and mouth dropped.

"What?" Blake asked her. Emma bit her lower lip before talking again.

"There is a pretty good chance I accidentally…threw it away with my trash…" Emma said.

The look on Blake's face was completely blank. He then took a sigh, then gulped. He slowly walked into the theater again and Emma followed him, rather confused.

"What are you doing?" She asked, but got no response. Then- she figured out what he was doing.

Blake rolled up his left arm sleeves, then crouched down onto his knees. Then, he stuck his whole left arm into the exact trash can Emma emptied her trash in moments ago, trying to look for her phone. Moments went by and Blake was having no luck yet, but he still tried. Emma felt bad having him dig through trash and put her hands in her pocket, then her whole face lit-up.

"Oh no," Emma said, quickly catching Blake's attention.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked her. Emma gulped, then replied.

"My phone was in my other pocket…" She said, slowly pulling her phone out of her pocket.

Blake was in total disbelief. Colt was watching all off this behind a wall, just shaking his head.

"Punk has nothing to worry about, no way these two are going to go on a second date," Colt shook his head.

XxX

It was 9:55pm now, 5 minutes until Emma's curfew, and Blake and Emma were just down the street from Emma's house. It was an awkward walk home. This date had gone nothing like either of them had planned. It went the exact opposite, actually. Disaster after disaster, this date was a total train wreck, kind of like Lindsey Lohan in the past year.

The two were about to walk up the front steps of the Brook's house, but then Blake started talking.

"So uh…interesting date…" Blake said.

"Definitely didn't plan it out this way in my head," Emma said.

"How did you plan it out?" Blake asked.

"The exact opposite of this," Emma replied.

"Well," Blake began, before looking right at her. "Spring break starts next Friday and ends April 2nd…I think that's enough time to go on another date and get you that dream date." Emma couldn't believe what he had just said.

"After tonight, you wanna go on another date?" Emma asked him. He shrugged.

"So it didn't go as planned…" He said. "I definitely won't forget about this date, and besides, I like you and wanna take you out."

Emma couldn't help but blush when he said this. "Well…I'll see you Monday at school."

"Oh, uh, yeah, Monday at school," Blake said.

Then, it looked as if Blake was going to kiss her, however, one thing stopped him:

"Back 3 minutes before curfew….that's nice," Phil said opening the door, catching both Emma and Blake by surprise.

"Oh, uh, yeah, well, I'll see you Monday," Blake said, smiling at Emma.

"Yeah yeah yeah go home," Phil said, quickly pulling Emma into the house.

Emma smiled as she was pulled into the house, then started heading back upstairs to her room.

"Whoa," Phil said. "You aren't even telling me about your date?" Emma just smirked, then looked down at him from the stairs.

"If you wanna know what happened so bad, just ask Colt."