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Here's the third chapter!

Zack burst into Bailey's room. "What should I wear for our date tonight?""

"Thanks for knocking," she said irritably, then realized something. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, our date? Zack. I'm Bailey. Bailey Pickett? I'm not dating you."

He gritted his teeth. "I meant Maya."

Bailey's jaw dropped open. "What the flying feathers – Maya's dating you?!"

"Gee, what a considerate friend," he said, voice dripping sarcasm.

Her jaw closed. "Sorry," she said apologetically. "But you know, it's kinda hard to believe. . ."

"And why is that?"

Bailey decided to drop the matter. "Whatever. So, what were you saying again?"

Zack took a deep breath and restated his previous phrase. "I'm taking Maya out tonight and I don't know what to wear."

She thought about that for a minute, then spoke. "Well, it depends on where you're taking her."

"You'll think it's incredibly clichéd," Zack said, grinning. "Picnic under the stars."

Bailey raised her eyebrows. "Wow. That is clichéd. But for a picnic, you can wear whatever you want, so long as it's comfortable."

"Yeah, but do you have any suggestions?"

Bailey dusted her hands off experimentally, and Zack recognized the warning signs of a huge speech about to follow. "Wait, Bailey, I meant-"

"A picnic symbolizes casual simplicity, which is why I ever so kindly suggested a nice outfit that isn't too formal, yet clean and pleasing to the eye. There are a variety of different colors to select. Red is a representation of the embers of growing love, which could be too early for this stage of romance, while green is a symbol of budding passion, as most beautiful plants are some sort of a green hue. Yellow is cheerful and carefree, yet too bright to wear at dusk, in my opinion. Black is essentially the polar opposite, pairing wonderfully with any other color; however, it is too somber for a date. Despite-"

"So basically," Zack said, cutting her off, "I should wear blue."

Bailey looked puzzled. "How did you guess?"

"Well, you reeled off a list of every single color but blue."

"I didn't mention orange, purple, or pink," Bailey said defensively.

Zack glared at her. "What kind of guy with any sort of dignity whatsoever wears pink on a date?"

". . .I stand corrected."

"Yeah," he snorted. "Thought so."

"Just wear something clean and casual," Bailey suggested. "Emphasis on the word clean."

Zack shrugged. "I do have a dark blue polo shirt. Would that do?"

"Sure," she said, then looked at the clock in her room and frowned. "It's already 3:30, Zack. Wasn't your shift at the Juice Bar supposed to start at 3:15. . .?"

Zack leapt up, let out a string of cuss words, and dashed out the door, only pausing to throw a "Thanks, Bails!"

Bailey mentally rolled her eyes. Maya could do so much better.

But then she shook her head and grinned. Zack's a sweet guy on the inside.

Suddenly, from outside, she heard a very Moseby-like scream of "YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!"

When he's not getting on someone's nerves.

On the Sky Deck, Zack was leaning against the counter casually as Moseby ranted on and on about responsibility and how he was never going to get a girlfriend. . .

Wait. Girlfriend?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Zack said, cutting the ship's manager off just as he was on the verge of saying very frank. "I'm never going to get a girlfriend? Didn't you forget that I have the most beautiful, sweet, smart, intelligent-"

"We get it," Mr. Moseby interrupted. "However wonderful Maya is, you still need to be here on time. Got it?"

"Uh-huh," Zack said absentmindedly as he peeled some bananas.

Mr. Moseby gave an exasperated sigh and turned away. "Just do your work, you hooligan."

Zack grinned, glad that he had gotten off so easy. "Here is your smoothie, sir," he said, using an exceptionally polite tone.

For a while, Zack worked furiously, serving smoothies to demanding passengers at light speed, hoping that time would pass quickly, but to no avail.

After ten minutes of not having a customer, Zack decided to clean up the counter just to pass time. Mechanically, he wiped some smoothie cups, lost in his own thoughts about Maya. Her beautiful golden eyes looking at him lovingly, her long, wavy caramel hair cascading down her perfect fair skin, her soft, tender smile. . .

He didn't realize that he had been wiping the counter (the same spot) for over a minute. Zack looked up and saw a weirded-out customer staring at him quizzically, then walking away. He shrugged, stacking up some cups.

Zack's eyes shifted to the corner of the Juice Bar. Some girls were chatting at the tables at the end, but for some reason, he didn't feel like talking to them at all. He hung up the Closed sign on the counter.

He opened the cash register, counting his money. Zack's hopes grew as he laid the ever-growing stack of bills on the counter. He lost count at around thirty dollars, but he didn't care. There was definitely enough to provide for a nice date, and some money saved over.

The teenager grinned. Definitely enough to buy some cool new video game – maybe Galaxy of Death 2. He had wanted that since Christmas, but his mother had refused.

He hesitated. But what about Maya? a small voice whispered in his head. It's your duty to give her something nice on her first date.

Zack mentally cursed his stupid brain, then realized that it was right. As long as Maya was happy, the video game could wait.

Now, what would a girl like Maya like. . .?

Zack exhaled heavily through gritted teeth as he exited another shop. There simply wasn't anything that Maya would want.. A pair of high heels? Too flashy. A notebook? Too nerdy. A makeup kit? Definitely not.

He considered making something himself, but found that he couldn't draw anything but stick figures. And even he wasn't too thrilled with how those came out.

Calm down, Zacky, he mentally chastised himself. Think about it. Maya's a unique girl, but she's still a girl.

After a couple of minutes, Zack gave up, entering the last store. There probably wouldn't be anything good in it, but he just wanted to make sure.

As he browsed through unimpressive racks of clothing and jewelry, Zack's spirits fell even more. He sighed dejectedly and turned around to leave.

Waitamomentwut.

Zack whirled around when something sparkling had caught his eye. He moved closer to the object.

It was a simple necklace, with a small blue sapphire as a pendant and three dolphins surrounding it in a heart. The necklace had a simple silver chain with a nice clasp at the back.

Zack caught his breath. It was perfect. Almost in a trance, he picked up the beautiful necklace, but then gulped. The one thing that Zack was most afraid of – the price tag.

He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as he turned the necklace around and fingered the price tag, slowly opening his eyes a slit. . .

And nearly fainted from relief. He had just enough.

Now would be a good time to explain to the cashier why he was paying in cash. . .

Maya took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was standing in front of Zack Martin's cabin door, but couldn't bring herself to knock. Get a hold of yourself! she scolded. It's Zack you're talking about. Zack the douchebag. You can do this. Go on. Open the door. Open it. Open the door. . .

She nervously smoothed out her hair, running her hand anxiously through it. In preparation for her first date, Maya had gone to get her hair done. Sure, it wasn't much, but it was the girliest thing she had ever done.

Maya hoped that it would be enough. Her hair had been thoroughly soaped over and over again until it shone. Then, the spa managers gave her hair a "100% natural treatment", and placed her under a steam hood for fifteen minutes to let it completely sink in.

Afterwards came a hot oil treatment and a split-end trimming session. Finally, her silky, wavy hair was brushed with subtle butterscotch-colored highlights - apparently, the streaks matched her hair color and complemented her eyes nicely.

As she reflected on this, she didn't realize that her hand had already come up and gently knocked on the door.

Zack's cabin door opened, and a boy stepped out.

Maya caught her breath.

MWAHAHA! IT'S A CLIFFIE! XD Okay, so yeah. Whaddaya think of it? (Yes, I overdid Bailey's speech too. XD. They're SO much fun to write.)

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