Hey there everyone! I just wanna let you all know that there will likely only be two more chapters after this. I'm sorry to say it but our time with this story is coming to an end. Hopefully the ending will be good for you guys. My next fanfic I'll be starting will be a Super Smash Brothers AU Fanfiction.

Enjoy.

Bonnie was just finishing up his homework when a loud knock sounded on the door. Freddy was off in class while Foxy was finishing up his track meet so Bonnie had the room to himself for the time being. He slipped his things onto his desk and stood, going to the door. Chica was calling his name through the wood, banging loudly. Her voice was a mixed tone of panic and excitement. His confusion only grew at this. What was wrong with her exactly?

He unlocked the door and it was flung open, a yellow blur shooting past him. The doorknob slammed into his side and he winced as he shut it again and turned to Chica. His friend was seated on his bed, one of his pillows clutched in her hands. He made sure the door was locked and walked over to sit by her. Her violet eyes were wide and glittering, pupils blown wide. "You okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

"Foxyaskedmetothedancetonight!" she rushed, the words jumbling together. Bonnie blinked, not having expected such a reply.

"One more time," he prompted, "but slower this time." She took a deep breath, a blush on her face as she looked down at the pillow in her arms.

"Foxy asked me to the dance tonight," she repeated.

"Isn't that a good thing?" he asked.

"But I don't know what to wear!" she squeaked, "I'm totally freaking out here. I need you to come help me!"

"Okay okay," he relented, "we'll go to your room and I'll help you out." She jumped forward, latching on to him and basically sitting on his lap. He didn't react. It wasn't the first time they'd been like this. He hugged her back and the pair stood. He slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys before they headed for Chica and Mangle's room. Chica was chatting about her excitement as they walked, and Bonnie was only half listening until she asked him a question. He turned to look at her, ruby eyes blinking. "What?"

"God do you ever listen?" she huffed, crossing her arms, "but I asked if you were gonna go to the dance?" Bonnie stuck his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, looking away.

"I don't know," he said uncertainly, "I'm not big on dances." He saw her pouting from the corner of his eye and sighed. "I really don't know Chica. I don't even know what I'd do there." Her pout faltered before turning into a wide grin. She nudged his shoulder and he looked back at her.

"You could always bring your new boyfriend," she teased. He flushed bright red, ears flattening a bit.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said, "why would Freddy want to go to a school dance with me? It's not logical."

"Maybe it's cause he thinks you're cute," she replied, "now hurry up. I need to figure out what I'm gonna wear. The party is in an hour."

They hurried back to Chica's room, the petite chicken immediately going to her closet. Mangle looked up from her spot, golden eyes glittering mischievously. Seated in her lap was an old book, pages worn. "Where's the fire?" she asked, tail swishing behind her.

"I can't figure out what to wear!" Chica huffed in annoyance, "and I need something to wear for the dance." She tossed a few articles of clothing onto the bed, clearly unhappy with them.

"Don't try so hard," Mangle said, returning her attention to her book, "It's just my brother. He'll take you as you are, so don't bother trying so hard to impress him." Chica sighed and sat on the floor, hands resting on her crossed legs.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted, bending her head a bit, "I mean I've never really dated before. I only went on a date once but that was in like...sixth grade."

"Just be yourself," Mangle advised, "clearly Foxy actually likes you so don't act fake and you'll be fine." Chica nodded, standing and moving to sit on her bed.

"I still don't know what to wear," she said with a pout. Mangle laughed softly and Chica flushed. "It's not funny Mangle!" Bonnie shook his head at the two girls behavior, moving over to Chica's closet and looking through her wardrobe. After a few moments he retreated, tossing the outfit he'd retrieved towards Chica.

"Wear that," he said, "it'll suit you." Chica blinked before grinning and shoving him from the room. As the door clicked shut behind him he leaned against the wall to wait, pulling out his cell. The screen blinked on, informing him that he had missed a text message. He opened it, not surprised that it was from Freddy.

Freddy: So, did you have anything going on tonight? Maybe we could hang out.

Bonnie: Actually I wanted to ask you about that. I had an idea of somewhere we could go.

Before he could get a reply the door opened again, Chica stepping out into the hallway. She twirled a bit, giggling. "So?" she asked, "how do I look?" He took a moment to look her over, making sure the outfit he'd given her would work. She was dressed in a violet frilled tank top that matched her eyes and jean shorts. He smiled at her.

"You look great," he said. She giggled and hugged him.

"Thanks Bon-Bon," she said before pulling back. His phone went off and he pulled it out of his pocket.

Freddy: What did you have in mind?

Bonnie: Well, there's the school dance in about twenty minutes.

Freddy: A dance?

Bonnie: Yeah...

Freddy: Sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll see you soon in our room.

He sent back a quick 'okay' before putting it away. Chica grinned, grabbing onto his arm. "So...he said yes I assume?"

"Yeah," was his reply, "so I should head up to my room."

"Alright," she said, "have fun okay? I'll see ya at the dance." He nodded and left, hearing her giggle as she went back into her room. He walked back to his shared room, mind racing into overdrive.

'What am I gonna wear to this thing,' he wondered. His footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell as he rose to his floor, exiting and walking towards his dorm. He opened the door, grateful that the room was empty. 'That's a relief at least.'

He spent the next ten minutes trying to decide what to wear. Eventually he decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans Chica had all but forced on him one day and a plaid, button up shirt. He'd managed to worm his way into them and was pulling off his shirt when the door opened. He turned around, blushing bright red. Freddy was simply standing in the doorway, watching him. 'This is extremely awkward right now. Why is he just standing there?' Eventually Freddy stepped into the room fully, shutting the door behind him with a small smile.

"Are you all set to go?" he asked. Bonnie nodded numbly. Freddy repeated the motion and turned away, dropping his bag onto his bed. "Although might I suggest you put your shirt on before we leave?" he looked back with a smirk that seemed foreign on his face, "not that I overly mind but I don't think others will appreciate it." Bonnie huffed, hurriedly pulling his shirt on and buttoning it. When he felt he could contain his blush he turned back to face Freddy. The bear chuckled and held out a hand. "Let's be on our way shall we?"

'This is not going the way I had intended,' Bonnie thought, leaning against the wall of the gym. They'd been there for a little over two hours and between the pounding music and Chelsea's pestering, Bonnie was ready to snap. He sighed, hanging his head a bit. He'd held in his annoyance in Freddy's presence since the bear looked content to be there. Now that the bear had gone to find drinks he'd taken a moment to calm himself.

"Bonnie?" He jumped, staring into concerned blue eyes. He set the drinks down on a nearby table. "You don't want to be here do you."

"Is it that obvious?" he asked, ears drooping a bit. Blue eyes looked at him sympathetically, holding out a hand.

"Come on," he said, "let's go."

"Eh?" He took Freddy's hand, allowing the elder to pull him up. "I thought you were enjoying yourself?"

"I've never been one for dances or parties," the bear admitted.

"Then why agree to this?"

"I simply wished to spend time with you." Bonnie flushed again, bowing his head as they slipped out the door and back towards their room. They made the walk in silence, letting the cool night air wash over them. "Tonight was interesting. Even if it didn't go the way either of us intended." Bonnie smiled, voicing his agreement as they climbed the stairs to their room.

"What now?" he asked, turning back as the door closed.

"Hmm I'm not quite sure," the bear replied. Bonnie hummed and flopped onto his bed, stretching himself out. He heard a soft noise and Freddy sat down. Bonnie looked over, disappointed that the bear had decided to retire to the other side of the room. He rolled onto his side.

"How come you're over there?" he asked. Blue eyes looked at him, shocked. He rolled onto his back again. "Never mind." He shut his eyes and heard steps. Weight settled beside him, gently lips pressing to his forehead.

"Despite my mannerisms I'm still a living, feeling being." Red eyes slid open to meet blue. Those blue orbs were hazy and Bonnie found himself confused as to the other male's statement. "You're not even aware of what you do to me sometimes are you."

"What?" he replied, tilting his head. Freddy leaned down, kissing him soundly.

"Don't tempt me too much," he whispered when they parted, "I only have so much restraint." Bonnie felt his breath hitch, blood rushing to his cheeks. They kissed again and Bonnie found himself subconsciously wrapping his arms around the bear's neck. Before he knew it Freddy had shifted, hovering over him fully. They broke off, panting and staring at each other. "I don't think you realize how much I desire you," Freddy said. Bonnie's grip tightened, burying his embarrassed face into Freddy's chest. Words bubbled up in his throat, forcing their way out.

"Freddy...I l-"

"Jeezus!" They jolted in shock at the voice, both looking to the door. Foxy stood in the doorway, golden eyes wide and tail stiff.

"Bad timing," Freddy said with a sigh, leaning back on his knees.

"Well this is my room too you two," he said. He entered to grab his bag and turned to leave again. "At least shoot me a text next time you to decided to get frisky." Before Bonnie could sputter a protest the fox left. Freddy chuckled.

"What did you want to say?" he asked.

"Never mind," Bonnie said, no longer able to say what he'd been meaning to, "I'll tell you some other time."

So there you go guys. Hope you enjoyed it everyone! See you all next chapter!