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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all? A/N

Woody felt extremely brave that morning - well...as brave as the puny-witted Sheriff could ever get; literally - and Bonnie and her parents were out of town for the weekend to visit Bonnie's grand parents in Michigan (which meant that Bonnie would have to endure through a very long car ride which she was NOT looking forward to in the slightest), so he was eventually able to build up the courage, over the long course of the day, to actually ask her for once (the last time having been two months before hand, with not much else being said since, especially after that little scene with Jessie).

'Okay', Woody briefed to himself as he clapped his hands together in spite of himself. 'Mental Note to self: Make sure Jessie's not anywhere near this time'

If he even had a second shot. of course...

Damn it! He really had waited too long.

By now, Dolly was having a shot at a game of checkers with Slinky, to no avail since Slinky was an absolute pro whilst she was barely even a beginner so Woody decided that he might as well give it a shot now. Why was he even worried? What was the worst that could even happen?

'Embarrass myself beyond relief maybe?' Woody mentally remarked, surprisingly pointing himself out a reasonable point in the process. He really could be embarrassed if he asked her and, even if he did ask her in private, he just knew that he'd never, 'ever' hear the end of it if the mention of his actions had somehow slipped out of Dolly's (or an overhearer's) mouth during the heat of a gossip talk. And Dolly was one talkative toy. And if Jessie somehow found out for sure (even though she had a pretty good hunch over the fact), then he'd never hear his own, pure thoughts ever again. All he'd be able to hear from that point on would be the snobby, sarcastic remarks that would just so happen to slip from Jessie's lips as easily as a cube of overheated ice would slip from one's fingertips at the single touch on a warm day. And Woody knew this for sure; from personal experience actually...

Shaking his head, the toy Sheriff clenched his eyes shut fiercely as if it'd actually make a difference in the world - maybe if he closed his eyes hard enough, he'll see the Kaleidoscope of bright colours before praying to God to boost him up with the vital confidence he very much needed indeed - as he took a few deep, calming breaths that helped sooth his nerves beyond an extent he had previously thought was impossible; well...he had since a few hours before hand.

Actually, screw the fact that he had built up the courage to ask her. This wasn't how it went at all, not in the slightest; he had 'forced' himself to walk up to her.

God damn it! How did he always make it seem so difficult? He had done it once before, so why couldn't he do it again? Shouldn't it now seem like a nice, relaxing stroll through the local park rather than a ghost walk within the centre of an endless abyss of fire (AKA, a terrifying hike through the middle of nowhere)? It should be as easy as Pi.

Wait a second; no. Pi wasn't easy in the slightest. What, was it 3.13? Or was it 3.15? He couldn't remember (even though both of his possibilities were nothing more than completely wrong). So, to get things straight for the Sheriff, Pi actually was quite hard...

Suddenly opening his eyes to direct his gaze towards Dolly's direction, where her eyebrows were currently furrowed in deep thought as she desperately racked her mind for a move she could pull, barely even remembering why she agreed to play the game in the first place, Woody took another deep breath (holding it in), this time puffing his chest out proudly, executing a trick he had been taught earlier on this year when Mr Pricklepants took the part of Romeo in a production of the Shakespear classic that had been performed early this year. Wait, had it been this year? Or had it been last?

Blast the Dam to smithereens, he really couldn't remember. Darn those mental conflicts he often had with himself. He wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for them!

He strode another few steps toward her direction before suddenly coming to an abrupt halt before the plum rag doll, with his chest puffed out firmly and with his cheeks swelled as the pressure within his mouth rose. Later on, he could only guess that he hadn't actually opened his mouth in order to breath. But, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact during these next few moments.

"Hey, howdy, hey." Woody greeted with a struggle, not even exhaling a breath of air as he spoke, and boy did this prove to be hard; but not impossible however.

Woody's sudden greeting seemed to catch the small rag doll off guard, as her head then darted up to face the Cowboy, with so much vigorousity that she almost lost her balance in the process.

"Oh, hi..." She murmured slowly, before taking into account the fact that his cheeks were nicely flustered a very nice shade of scarlet red. At first she thought he had been blushing which, in immediate effect, almost caused her to blush in return. However, his cheeks grew purple a few moments later and she arched her eyebrows at this sight. This was definitely not right.

"Uh...Woody...are you okay?"

"Uh huh..." Woody murmured, with a sudden sense of light-headedness (of heavy, he couldn't really tell in this state) overwhelming his nerves completely, and he suddenly found himself looking dazed and losing his balance; so he simply toppled over onto his side.

Rolling his eyes, Slinky almost instantly left. And the reason he left was mainly because the Slinky dog was aware of the fact that none of this was new in the slightest.

"Woody? Are you all right?" Dolly asked instantly before taking his side, and 'then' coming into a sudden realization over the fact that Woody was not breathing at all. "Breathe you egghead!"

Hey! That was Mr Potato-Head's nickname...

Gasping a breath of much needed air, Woody followed the order.

Woody smiled nervously as his cheeks grew from a sickly colour of purple to a light dusting of pink.

"Yeah...uh...I was just wondering if..." Woody began to stammer, but soon found himself completely tongue-tied.

However, Dolly seemed to know what he was about to ask.

"Seven o'clock?" She asked with a flirtacious smile.

"Um...yeah..." Woody answered slowly as he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "Wow, that was hard."

Dolly's smile only widened at this.

Wow, Woody really could pull the perfect 'Buzz Lightyear'.

A/N Well, I'm not sure what I was on when I wrote this. It could have been a half-hearted sense of tiredness, or the fact that I racked my head trying to solve the 'Rubik's Cube' before hand. I managed to get one side and double layers. And I've tried using the step-by-step guide, but it's so damn complicated!

*Nervous smile* Yeah, it annoyed me. Maybe if I just buy a hammer and a NEW 'Rubik's Cube'...? ^_^

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