"What should we do first?" Nero crowed.

So, as it turns out, Nero loved my surprise. Actually, he loved the beach in general. I guess I should have expected as much. After all, little kids loved the beach and Nero sure had the spirit of one.

"Dinner first, then the pier."

"Bor-ring." Nero blanched. "We should do the pier first then dinner. Actually, why don't we skip dinner altogether and just go to the pier?"

I had a whole big speech on the tip of my tongue. I had a lecture on how 'I was the one to pick the date' and how 'it was better to eat real food instead of some second rate corn dog probably made from horse meat.'

But of course, Nero had stood up on his tippy toes and kissed me square on the mouth, wrapping his arms around my mid-section and successfully blowing up my train of thought in the process.

"Please?" He whispered into the shell of my ear.

This is sorcery I tell you! Sorcery!

"Low blow Alboeques*."

"Aw, you love it."

And in the back of my mind…I did.

"Fine. We'll go straight to the pier." I surrendered. Once again my dignity has left the building.

So, first me and Nero hit the more daring rides. We went on that dragon type boat that rocks you back in forth until you lose your lunch. Then we hit the rollercoaster, apparently it was Nero's favorite. Secretly it was mine too.

After we conquered those two, we ended up riding the bumper cars, the free fall ride, the submarine ride, and the roller coaster once more.

Once most of the rides were ridden two…or three times we went onto the cliché date stuff.

I was on a mission to win Nero a SpongeBob Squarepants (since I noticed his idolization upon discovering the stuffed animal.) Unfortunately it turns out I'm not very good at carnival type games.

I probably ended up forking over a hundred bucks before Nero insisted it was no big deal; I was just carnival-type-games-retarded he had said.

So with my ego smashed, I attempted to bribe one of the workers to rig the game when Noah wasn't looking.

That day I found out bribing someone to rig a carnival game was illegal. Luckily the security guard near by let me off with a warning.

As my last attempt to redeem myself, I tried one of the trickier games. For five dollars I had three tries to climb up this highly unsteady latter and reach the top.

First try I fell on my ass. Hard.

Second try I got half way and then pummeled miserably.

Third try I got extremely close before falling over at the last second.

By then a whole crowd of people had gathered. Apparently I made weird squeaky noises when I fell. I just don't do well under pressure.

After my three failed attempts, the worker manning the game felt pity on me and decided to give me a fourth try on the house. Upon hearing the news Nero ran up to me, kissed me once again, and whispered 'I believe in you. You can do it. Plus you look sexy when you fall. Even if you scream like a girl.' With that being said, I smiled and attempted my last climb.

The ironic thing is: I made it.

When I reached the top the buzzer went off and I felt on top of the world. At that second the world went into slow motion, all the clapping and cheering sounded delayed and far away. The only voice that stood out was Nero's. I could hear his cheers and 'I knew you could do its' above all else.

I grinned, savoring the moment before promptly falling on my ass once more.

The worker guy handed me a giant SpongeBob SquarePants and I handed said stuffed animal to Nero. He kissed me on the cheek, thanking me for being such a great boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

I don't think I'll ever get used to the flutter in my stomach that ensues upon hear that word.

After operation 'win Nero a SpongeBob' was over, it was well after eight. We ended up eating cotton candy for dinner and decided to hop on the Farris wheel as our last activity.

"So, did you have fun?"

"Well, you sure do know how to treat a boy Virgil Sparda."

"And you sure know how to drive a boy crazy Nero Alboeques."

"You know, I don't think you needed the romance novel after all. I think you're one of those closet romantics that'll never admit they actually like all the gushy stuff but when it comes down to it, they know a thing or two about dating."

"I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered."

"Flattered of course! That's high praise coming from me."

"Oh. Well I should totally be on my knees kissing your feet and thanking you for your praise and admiration great Nero of all knowingness. Thank you for your kind words! Now I can die a happy man!"

"Just doing my job. Now would you just shut up and kiss me? Geeze you're like a regular Simon Cowl, with endless sarcasm upon sarcasm, never-"

And with that, I leaned over the giant SpongeBob between us and shut my boyfriend up with a kiss.

Just as the Farris wheel reached the top.

So Alboeques mean white knight in Latin