Beaches, Meatloaves, and First Dates 4

A/N= More to come. I hope people are still reading. Hello McFly, anybody home?

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Tara was helping her father at the grill as she prepared to eat with her family in the backyard. Her father was a master of grilling out and this was the first of the year. Despite being a pain in the ass when she and Freddie were on the porch earlier, Tara loved her father very much. He was the only man, until Freddie, who had ever told her she was beautiful. He had spent many nights hugging her and giving her pep talks after some jackass had proved how cool he was by belittling her about her weight or her looks. Her father always found a way to make her smile and laugh. She, like most girls, had a kind of crush on her father. Not a sick or dirty crush, just the crush of a daughter who knew that her father was a man among men.

She stood beside him as he flipped the burgers on the grill with the practiced flair of a man who had done it for years. He was very serious about his grilling, he thought of it as an art form. You had to know just when to flip a burger, too soon and the meat stuck to the grill, too late and you cooked away the natural juices and were left with small "coal" burgers, burnt and devoid of true taste. Ribs required extra care and slow even cooking and the application of the sauce at just the right time and in even amounts or once again you would a very tasteless piece of over cooked meat. Corn, baked potatoes, and other vegetables had to be wrapped in aluminum foil and place high above the flames and allowed to cook at a slow even pace, sometimes twenty to thirty minutes before the meat was started cooking.

"So," her father said as he removed another hamburger patty from the plate that Tara was holding and carefully placing it on the grill, "this young man, Freddie, care to share anything about him, I mean since I did find him with his tongue down your throat, teddy bear," he grinned at her as he said it.

"Daddy," Tara gave her father a slight push as her face turned the color of the raw burgers still on the plate she held, "I can't believe you said that. I have to be honest with you, he was going to kiss my cheek and I, and well I kind of turned at the last second and kissed him. Please don't be mad at me or him, please."

Tara's father chuckled to himself and shook his head, "I could never be mad at you teddy bear and I could never be mad at a boy who puts this," he took his free hand and touched her cheek, "moony smile on my teddy bear's face. I love this smile and I like seeing you all giddy. Tell me about this remarkable young man."

She still had part of a blush on her face and the smile that wouldn't go away as she gushed to her father, "his name is Freddie Benson and he along with his two friends, Sam Puckett and Carly Shay do this web show called iCarly. It's funny and just the best. Freddie is the tech producer of the show and it was Carly's apartment that I went to the party at last night. Anyway, Linda, Sally, and I met this guy Brad Wheeler and he works as an intern for the show and he introduced us to Freddie and Gibby, a guy who performs on the show sometimes. Anyway, Freddie came right over in front of me and stood while we were introduced and just smiled at me. Linda and Sally started toward him but he took my hand and asked me to dance. Oh daddy, he talked to me and told me funny stories and told me I was beautiful, me, beautiful. His friends and their dates joined us, after we danced, at the food table and we all just talked and laughed and had the best time. No one talked about my weight and Freddie's two friends treated me just like one of the girls, like they had known me forever. I felt really special for once and they insisted that I join them at the beach today."

Henry Rollins looked at the glow his daughter had all around her as she told him about her night and the young man she had met. He had always tried to tell her how beautiful and special she was, but he knew that it would an outside source to make her believe it. He hadn't even met this boy yet but he already knew that he was going to like him. If he could see the true beauty of his teddy bear he was welcome in his home anytime.

"He took me to the beach and the girls dates and Freddie whistled at me when I took off my robe before we went swimming," the glare from her smile blinded her father for a second, "at me. Oh dad he's so sweet and kind and gentle, he told me that he has this crush on this older woman and that as much as he likes me, his head just isn't in a place for us to be a steady couple right now, but he does like me and wants to spend time with me. He even wants to take me out tomorrow night. I really, really like him and I think even with his crush, he likes me. He's so cute daddy, he doesn't want to hurt me and worries that he's not being fair to me. I told him I'll be fine and I told him I'm gonna do my best to make him fall in love with me."

Henry stared at his daughter, a woman, no longer a little girl, standing in front of him with all this confidence and joy oozing from her pores and felt a twinge of jealousy that this young man had finally done what he himself had tried for years to do and had failed. The young man had turned his shy, quiet little teddy bear into a very confident woman. His little caterpillar had suddenly become a beautiful butterfly and soon she would be flying away from him and as proud as he was of her, he was also heartbroken that the little girl who used to ride on his shoulders when they went places was no longer his little girl.

'I'm not ready to let her go,' he thought, 'I'm not ready to be the second man in her life.'

He pulled her into a hug as he took another hamburger from the plate and carefully placed it away from the almost done burgers and proceeded to carefully flip the almost done ones.

"I can't wait to meet this remarkable young man who seems to have taken part of my teddy bears heart."

He used the excuse that the smoke from the grill had caused the few tears that collected in the corner of his eyes as he took up the first of the done burgers and they walked toward the picnic table to join his wife and daughter and eat.

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Tara went to her room after the meal and started texting her friends Linda and Sally. Within minutes the airwaves were a blistering white hot mass of text, re-text, and re-re-text. Questions about the beach, the swim, games that were played, what Sam and Carly talked to her about, what they ate, where they ate, what Freddie looked like without a shirt, could she tell how big he was through his swimsuit, did he touch her, did she touch him, did they kiss, when, where, how, where his hands were during the kiss, was tongue involved, did he break the kiss first or did she, how long was the kiss, did he kiss well, and a million other questions that girls ask about after a date.

Tara regretted the answer she gave to the next question. She knew she had made a mistake the moment she sent the text. The problem with the cyber world was that once something is out there it stayed out there was there was no such thing as taking it back.

Lucky Linda: Did he ask u out again?

Sexy Sally: Yeah did he?

Tara01: Yes. Tomorrow night at 6:30

As soon as she hit send she knew what was coming and hated herself for it. When the new text tone sounded and she saw Linda's name she cringed inside:

Lucky Linda: Fantastic! Sally and I will get Brad and Gibby to take us out and we can triple date!

'Shit,' Tara mentally kicked herself in the ass, 'why didn't I keep my big mouth shut? I love my friends, but damn it I wanted to spend some alone time with Freddie. Linda is going to be the queen bee of the night and ruin an otherwise great evening.'

A feeling of helplessness crept over her, Linda wasn't a person who took no for an answer and Tara wasn't someone who would say no to a friend. She smiled as she figured a way to at least salvage some of the evening, and began to type:

Tara01: We could meet at the movies; say 9:00 or so?

Lucky Linda: Great. We can go see "Chernobyl Diaries", it'll give us a chance to hang all over the guys and maybe even a chance to make-out and even feel the "package". That will really help us on our goal.

Tara rolled her eyes as she read the text, 'If she does anything to mess up what is happening between me and Freddie, I won't use Sam's butter sock, I'll use Tara's bowling ball sock on her,' she laughed at the idea.

There was a light rapping on her door and she said to come in. Her father came in and sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the young woman that had once been his little girl.

"I came to say goodnight teddy bear," he bent over and kissed the top of her head, "I gotta get up early tomorrow and finish this job I started today. I don't know if you want to, but why don't you invite your young man to join us for dinner? I've got some steaks and ribs marinating and you two could eat here before you go out. I promise not to embarrass you in front of him."

"I'll ask him," she smiled at him, "You'll love him daddy, I just know it."

"I'll never completely love any boy who takes my teddy bear away, but if you like him, I'll probably LIKE him," he was amazed at the one day transformation of his "teddy bear", from the shy little girl always afraid to draw attention to herself because of her size, to the woman excited about bring a boy home to meet him, "the fact that he's made you this happy carries a lot of weight with me."

He stood up and walked toward the door and turned around when he heard her pounding away furiously on her cellphone and shook his head and laughed to himself, 'Now I have to start meeting boyfriends, shit. When did I get old?' he wondered to himself as he closed the door to his very socially connected daughter and bemoaned his lost youth.

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"You are all hooked up and ready to go," Freddie stepped out of the second bedroom; phone in hand, dialing Carly's number so he could test the set up by having a video chat with her. He stopped everything he was doing and inhaled deeply. The smell of wonderful, and editable, food made his salvia glands begin to produce copious amounts of salvia as he walked into the kitchen.

"That's …" Melissa started to say before Freddie held up his hand and took another deep almost sensual breath and walked toward the stove, hand still in the air.

He had a look of almost pure lust as his eyes scanned the stove and he breathed in the scent that generated from the various pots and pans. Melissa had to fight to keep from laughing as Fred's face twisted into the same kind of lustful gaze that Charlie gave her sometimes.

He picked up the lid of the first pot; his eyes rolling back in his head as he deeply inhaled, "Cabbage, fresh not canned," he lifted the lid of a second pot and unconsciously licked his lips, "Real homemade mashed potatoes, not instant," he lifted the third lid and grinned, "macaroni and cheese," he lifted the last lid, "fresh corn on the cob, not frozen," he then bent down and looked in the oven, "oh my God, cornbread and meatloaf with," he turned to Melissa with the look of a man who was about to ravage the woman he loves, "is that those crispy canned onions on top?"

Melissa was now about to lose her battle of not laughing, so she just nodded yes.

Freddie suddenly and almost sensuously let out a low guttural moan and was forced to grab a chair back to keep from sliding to the floor.

Melissa began to laugh, "You want a cigarette after that?"

'Shit, all you had to do was not do anything stupid or embarrassing,' he thought to himself, 'but noo, you go and practically bust a nut sniffing dinner. Might as well go to the park and start flashing people while you're at it.'

"I'm so sorry," he finally managed to get out before the absurdity of what he had done set in on him and he began to chuckle himself, "I told you, my mom is so over protecting that tofu and pretty much any barely editable foods are all she cooks. I have to hide food at Carly's just so I can have a few good meals during the week."

"Come on Fred, it can't be that bad."

"Seaweed and fiber casserole, tofu ice cream, tofu meatless meatloaf, and soy bean paste, trust me, it's that bad."

They both began to laugh as Melissa went to work setting the food on the table and Freddie called Carly as he went back into the bedroom and tested the web cam and the hook-up on the computer.

After the test, Freddie stepped back into the kitchen as Melissa set the last of the food on the table. He pulled her chair out for her and waited for her to get seated before taking the chair opposite from her. She was about to serve him the meatloaf when she noticed him bowing his head. She stopped and lowered her head as well.

"We thank you lord for the food you have provided for us and hope we can take the nurturance it provides to do the things you would have us do. We ask that you bless our friends and family and we ask that you take special care and watch over Charlie Langford and all our military overseas and bring them back home safe to their loved ones. As always Lord, your will not ours. We ask these things in your son's name, Amen"

Freddie raised his head and noticed that Melissa had a small tear rolling down her face. She looked back at him and smiled, "Thank you Fred, that meant a lot to me. It was very sweet."

She had him hand her his plate and spooned some of the cabbage and mac and cheese on his plate and passed it back to him. He got some of the mashed potatoes, an ear of corn, and a piece of cornbread and a large slab of the meatloaf.

Melissa couldn't help but remember something her grandmother had told he as a child, "You can tell how good the meal is by the amount of talking that goes on around the table, the quieter the table is the better the cooking is", and she guessed her cooking must be good because Fred did a minimum of talk. He did, however, make the sounds of someone who hadn't eaten good food in months.

"So what time are you two supposed to chat?" he asked as he helped himself to another piece of cornbread and meatloaf.

"About seven o'clock local time," she smiled as she watched him eat yet another forkful of the meatloaf and reach out to spoon more mashed potatoes onto his plate, "I can't remember if it's yesterday or tomorrow in Afghanistan. I can't keep it straight in my head."

"Afghanistan is like eleven and a half hours ahead of us, I think," Freddie said in-between bites of food, "this is the best meal I've had in a long, long time. I mean it, it really is the best," he grinned and took a bite of corn.

"Why thank you sir," she bowed her head at him, "I love to cook, but with Charlie gone, I don't know, my hearts just not in it. I really wasn't sure the meal would be fit to eat."

Freddie sat his fork down on his plate and looked at her with a very serious stare, "Well I feel that it's my duty to help out a Marine who is serving our country, so I would be willing to let you cook for me so that you could stay in practice for when he gets home."

He tried not to grin, but he couldn't help it. They both began to laugh and finally somewhere in the laugh, Freddie was able to hide at least for a while his feelings for Melissa and just enjoy the company of a lady who was lonely and scared for her husband. He helped her do the dishes, a chore he had always secretly loved doing, and she talked about Charlie. She told of how they met and how she fell in love with him. She told him the story of the time her father came within fifteen seconds of finding them in her bed when they were seniors in high school. He laughed as she showed him a picture of Charlie, as they set down in the living room, and told of how he had crawled under her bed as her daddy sat down to have a long forty minute chat about her boyfriend and where they were headed. She explained that her father was a heavy set man and that he drove the springs of the bed down so far on Charlie that he had them imprinted on his ass for a week. He was very touched by the way she seemed to wrap her memories of her husband around her like a security blanket a child keeps with them where ever they go to hold back the monsters in the dark. He wondered if he would ever find that kind of love himself and he found himself liking Charlie before ever meeting him. His crush still wasn't gone, if anything it was stronger, but it was tempered now with the knowledge of how strong she seemed to love her husband, and he knew he could be around her and not lust after her the whole time.

'Shit, I just made a new friend, maybe two,' he thought as her watched her shine as she told yet another story about the love of her life, 'I think this summer is going to be one for the record books.'

At seven they both walked back to the second bedroom and Melissa sat down and typed in the address and waited for the connection to be made. After a few minutes a window opened in the top left-hand corner of the screen and she clicked it to full screen. There was a low hum for a second and then a very happy face appeared on screen.

Charlie had a severe buzz cut, his head looking like three days' worth beard growth, and dark brown almost black eyes. He looked much younger than his age, Freddie thought, like a sixteen year old instead of a twenty-three year old combat vet. It looked light behind him so Freddie figured that it must be morning or afternoon where he was. A smile that split his face from ear to ear formed as he spoke.

"Hey baby, God you look good," Charlie seemed to reach out and touch the screen, "and I take it that this young man is the person I have to thank for setting it up so we can chat?"

"I'm so glad to see and hear you baby," Melissa seemed to radiate light and heat from her body as she talked to her husband, "and yes this is the young man we talked about on the phone yesterday," she turned and waved for Freddie to walk forward some, "Charlie this is Fred Benson."

"Fred I wish I could shake your hand and thank in in person, but Uncle Sam doesn't see it that way," he seemed to fill the whole room with his vibrato and presence, "so I'll just have to say this, thank you. You have no idea what it means to me to be able to see as well as hear her. You may have saved my sanity, and the offer to help with the apartment really makes me feel good. I hate that Melissa is in the city by herself, but I feel like I got a wingman backing me up. We talked about it and we can give you one hundred and fifty dollars a week, I'm sorry we can't give you more now, but maybe later we can shoot a little more your way."

"That's too much, I couldn't take that much from you guys," Freddie shook his head.

"It's not enough," Charlie was now shaking his head, "You have no clue what it means for me to know I've got someone there to helping my little red and watching over her while I'm away."

"I promise I'll do my best to hold the fort down for you till you get back," Freddie snapped him a salute and felt embarrassed and shrugged his shoulders at the Marine.

Charlie grinned and chuckled, "Wishing you had that one back?'

"Can I trust that you two will never let that "incident" ever leave this room?" Freddie smiled and tried to force the red from his cheeks.

"I promise Fred, cross my heart," Melissa made the crossing sign.

"You have my word also Fred," Charlie said as he made a motion with his hand and stepped away from the camera for a second to reveal at least ten Marines, all with their hands over their hearts as they shouted out in unison, "We promise Fred!"

The laughter from the Marines in the computer tent filled the room and despite being the butt of the joke Freddie joined them, Charlie, and Melissa in a wave of laughter that shrank the continents for a few seconds and made the whole group family.

"Listen Fred, before I run you and these guys off so I can talk to little red by myself," Charlie took his place in front of the camera again, "This is a stupid question, but do you have a web-cam on your computer?"

"I sure do," Freddie shook his head yes.

"Good," Charlie had a look of mischief on his face, "leave your i.p. address and I'd like to chat with you in private. Wingman stuff."

Freddie wrote the information down and left it by the keyboard. Melissa walked him to the door, placing her arms around his shoulders and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you so much," she whispered in his ear as she released him from the hug.

Suddenly it was all back, the rush of hormones through his body, the feeling that his stomach had dropped out from under him, the sweaty palms, and the urge to kiss her slowly and to meld their bodies into one and lose himself in her.

She smiled and closed the door, leaving him staring at the peep hole, guilt and shame once again hanging from his neck like an albatross. He snapped out of the trance, sighed heavily while shaking his head. He needed to think and try to sort his feelings out, and he knew of only one place where he could do that. He stopped by the apartment and grabbed his Pear pod and dock and headed for the one spot in the universe that he could control and find peace, the fire escape.

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At six-fifty-five Will knocked on Carly's door. He had gone home and taken a shower and changed clothes. He had also spent the time thinking about and reliving the kiss he had shared with Sam in the car. It had been magical and he very much wanted, needed another. He had found her easy to talk with and very funny, not to mention gorgeous. Using knowledge from Freddie, he had planned what he hoped would be a great first date, dinner at "Pete's Pork Pail", seeing the movie "Chernobyl Diaries", and with any luck maybe another kiss good night. He wanted to take his time with Sam and do things right, not rush it and kill off something that might be very special.

The door opened and for a split second he was speechless. The person before him was Sam, but not a Sam he had seen. The purple dress, the low heals, the make-up, and the way her hair was done left him with no words, he just looked at her and suddenly began to grin.

"My God," he said when he found his voice, "you look great, I mean beautiful."

Sam felt the heat on her face, "Thanks, you look nice to."

Will had a button-up white shirt and black pants and he thanked her in return.

"So would you care to go to dinner now?" he asked.

"I'm so ready," she said, taking the arm he offered her, "Where to?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," he felt just a bit taller as they walked toward the elevator.

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"Well we're rolling the senior homecoming float house," Will manages to get out between laughs, "and this friend of mine Barry is the one who drove us in his van, because we could all fit, anyway we're rolling the yard and had no clue that the people inside were watching us and calling to police. Barry, who had customized his van so he could shoot bottle rockets from inside to fire out like torpedoes, decides to place an m-eighty in the mail box. He's a bit of an explosives junkie, has made this long fuse. So as he's making his way back to the van the police pull onto the street, a dead end mind you, and flip the lights and siren. Well we all scatter like dust in the wind leaving poor Barry there holding the bag. He starts talking to them and he's sweating bullets because he knows the m-eighty is burning as they speak and wants to finish up and get out before it blows. He yes sir's and no sir's them, as polite as he can be and they let him off with a warning and tell him to bring his friends to clean the mess up at seven in the morning. He nods and just as he closes the door the m-eighty goes off and blows the mailbox all to hell. Barry just got out handed them the keys and spread his hands on the hood of the van waiting to be frisked."

Sam roared with laughter as Will finished his story, "So what did they do to him?"

"Six months' probation and one hundred and ten hours of community service, all to be done over the summer."

Sam whistled softly, "Damn, that sucks."

"Almost his exact words," Will laughed.

Sam and Will talked about everything under the sun as they ate, laughing and having the best of times. As they left the restaurant, heading to the car, Will offered and Sam accepted his hand and they walked in silence to the car.

At the theater, he bought two tickets to "Chernobyl Diaries" and one of the "Earth Mover" buckets of popcorn and two large sodas.

They talked and laughed quietly till the previews started and then settled in to watch the movie. Somewhere around the midway point of the movie their hands touched in the popcorn bucket and they smiled at one another and Will draped his arm over Sam's shoulder and squeezed just a touch. This brought another smile to Sam's face and she thought to herself, 'Damn this is nice nub.'

Sam was lucky that at the same instance on screen a jolt horror sting happened, so it didn't look out of place her sudden jumping and pulling away.

'What the hell was that?' she thought as she tried to steady herself, 'Why does Freddie keep hopping into my head?'

The rest of the date went fine and they both had a good time. Sam was able to set aside the thought of Freddie and when they got back to Bushwell at a little after ten-thirty she was back to thinking how amazing Will was and how much fun she had had.

Spencer was not in the lobby, he'd gone off duty at ten o'clock, so it was the two of them alone. Will stood at the elevator door waiting with her for the car to arrive holding her hand a smile on his face. He had had a very good time and felt something he hadn't expected to feel. He felt close to Sam and had enjoyed the ease with which they had gotten along.

The elevator arrived and as she started to step in he leaned in and gave her a goodnight kiss. This time she licked at his bottom lip and he opened his mouth and let her tongue in. He felt the fireworks go off in his head and wanted to take the back of her head and give free rein to the passion he felt from the kiss, but didn't, remembering that he wanted to take this slow and get it right.

They broke apart and both sighed, "Sam I've got stuff with my folks tomorrow, but would you like to do something Monday?" he asked.

Sam smiled as she hit the button for the eighth floor and said, "Sure give me a call and let me know," she said as the door closed. As the elevator began to move up the smile faltered just a touch as one lone word and face popped into her mind for a fraction of a second, 'Freddie,' and as soon as it came it left again, leaving in its wake a load of questions and feelings she had no way of dealing with and no frame of reference to put the conflicting thoughts into.

'When the hell did everything get so fucked up?' she thought as she leaned her head back against the elevator wall.

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Carly heard Sam and Will leave as she got ready for Dale to pick her up. She had finally managed to cage and store the feelings she had for Tom and had managed to find her happy place again. She was excited about Dale and excited about the idea of her little pet project to see just what was going on with her two best friends and this non-relation relationship that they had going on.

She had just finished putting on her lip gloss when someone knocked on the door. She bounded down the steps two at a time and stopped herself at the bottom, 'Don't need to rush Carly, don't want to appear desperate to the very cute boy.'

She checked her hair and make-up one more time and then opened the door. She felt a catch in her throat and a mad rush of heat throughout her body. Dale stood in front of her in a very nice polo shirt and slacks, three small pink roses in his hand and a smile on his face that said she was very special in his eyes and it triggered something deep down in her that no boy had ever triggered before, she felt special, the kind of special that only her father and brother had made her feel. She glowed as she looked at him and knew that in his eyes at least she meant something very special.

With a thick French accent Dale bowed and then took Carly's hand, "Wee, wee madam, I come from zee Kasbah in search of zee rare beauty named Carly. I come with zee gifts and an offer to take 'er to one of zee finest bistros in zhis city and then take 'er to the theater to see a film of 'er choice."

Carly laughed as Dale walked in and handed her the flowers. She sniffed the roses and leaned in and gave him a kiss, "These are beautiful. I can't remember the last time someone other than my family ever brought me flowers. Give me a minute to put these in water and I'll be ready to go, ok?"

"Sounds like a plan," Dale said as he looked around the room. He hadn't had a chance to do that earlier because of the whole "batshit" fiasco. He was amazed at the size of the first floor and wondered what the floor upstairs looked like. The "sculptures" around the apartment were a wide variety of styles and made of what looked like common household items. They really weren't his taste, but then his knowledge of art consisted of Archie and Spider-man comics, but he imagined there were people who would pay good money to buy the stuff, he just wasn't sure why.

Carly came out of the kitchen with a vase that held her three roses, "I'm ready when you are," she said as she touched his arm.

"My lady your chariot awaits you," he offered her his arm, which she took, "and by that I mean a vintage, old as hell, Volkswagen with bondo and primer proudly displayed at various spots around the vehicle."

Carly laughed and moved ever so closer to him, his arm dropping hers and sliding around her waist in a natural and very relaxed manner. Carly leaned into his body so that they touched and gave a contented sigh as they walked to the elevator.

Dale had been truthful about his "bug", and it produced more than a few stares as they pulled up to "Demo's", a very high end restaurant that offered valet parking.

"Watch this, I saw it in a movie once," Dale smiled as he got out.

He handed the valet a ten dollar bill and said, "Park it near the front if you don't mind," he turned to the car, "this shit happened the last time I was here."

With no further word, he took Carly's hand and walked into the restaurant with a calm and confidant smile and wink at her as they walked.

"I love doing that," is all that he said.

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The entire dinner was like something out of a romance movie to Carly. They talked and laughed about everything under the sun. Dale admitted to being the one who put super glue on every page of Brigg's text book and to the fact that he loved line dancing.

Little by little the noise of the crowd began to fade along with the clear distinction of the people themselves. Stories of great-granddad and stories about fathers danced between the stories of first crushes, kisses, worst date, strangest date, favorite foods, movies, books, shows, and a million other tidbits this that didn't matter separately, but when choreographed together became the waltz of attraction. At its worst, the stories and anecdotes were simple date killers, but when the chemistry and stories were right they became the glue that bonded two people together and allowed love to bloom.

By the time they left the restaurant they walked much closer and seemed; to Carly at least, blending together so that their two shadows became one. It made her stomach fill with butterflies and her body soar like she had wings. The only thing on her mind was Dale and just how much she had come to enjoy being with him.

They went to see "The Lucky One", holding hands the whole time, Carly's head on his shoulder. If someone asked them later what the movie was about, neither of them could tell you a thing about it. After the lights came up they were startled out of a kiss by the ushers asking them to leave so the next showing could be seated.

Slightly embarrassed, but in no caring, they got up and left. The walk to the "bondomobile" was quiet and very slow. Dale opened the door for Carly and as she got in she lightly kissed his lips and smiled. As he walked around to get into the "bug", he whistled some tune he'd heard before, but could put no lyrics to, and wondered if there had ever been a night like this one before.

His answer was no.

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