A/N: To Charley. If only you could actually meet Sterling…


"The Dating Rules"

-PART FOUR-

"Ahhhww!! Gross!" Chad cried out, as I screamed in disgust. We jumped out from behind the tree and started running as far as we could from the wretched skunk.

"Great!" I said, raising my arms in defeat. "Now I smell just like you."

He gave me a mock-laugh and then rolled his eyes. "You smell the same as you usually do."

"Heh-heh…funny…" I said, making a face at him. He stuck out his tongue and made the same face back. We just kept making faces for a while until we heard a giggle from behind us.

Turning around, we saw two girls squealing and laughing. One of them looked older than the other girl. They looked to be sisters or something. The younger one squeezed her friend's hand. "Charley! Take a picture, quick! This is so cool! We're actually seeing them in person!"

"Renny!" Charley scolded with a faint trace of British accent. "You do realize they can hear us, right?"

The girl, Renny, ignored the comment and started bouncing on her shoes in pure and utter excitement. Charley walked up to us, dragging Renny with her, and showing us a camera.

"Do you mind if we take a picture with you guys?" she asked.

I could see Chad about to protest, but I stopped him and stepped forward. "Er…we don't really look…picture worthy right now."

"You don't think I can't see that?" Charley asked; a smile playing on her lips. "We really don't care. This is for our homework anyways."

"Homework? For school?" Chad asked.

Charley snickered. "No. We do extra homework for fun. Yes, for school! What else?" Chad gave her a look of appraisal for standing up to him like that. "So….can we take the picture? It will go under 'The ten weirdest things you'll see in life-by Charley Fletcher'."

"Is that an actual homework or are you just making it up?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered, "It's made up, but who knows if it might be a real homework someday."

"I just want a picture," Renny added, smiling so widely, it makes my teeth hurt just by looking at her.

So we ended up taking the picture-or pictures-and Charley and Renny thanked us. But just after they left, we heard the sounds of screaming fans coming towards us, and groaned. Chad pulled me into the nearest subway station underground, and quickly tried to find someplace to hide.

The fans were gaining on us, so Chad pulled open the first door he saw, and stepped inside. He shut the door, and we collapsed onto the small closet in exhaustion.

We waited for a while, and I think Chad was irritated. He wasn't talking at all. Finally, I couldn't bear the silence any longer. "Chad?"

"Yes?"

"I…" I sighed. "I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything for a while, and I thought he didn't forgive me. "For what? Your body odour?" I could hear the smile in his voice, and I blindly slapped him.

"Shut up. You smell worse than I do."

"Yeah, but this isn't my usual smell," he said, chuckling a bit.

"Are you implying I smell bad?"

"No."

"Good, because-"

"I'm actually saying you do." I reached over to slap him again, but I think he dodged my hand, because all I felt was air.

"Well fine then. You smell bad too." Then I added, "And you're ugly."

Chad did a mock-gasp, and then grumbled, "Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine."

There was a moment of silence after that, before the both of us burst out laughing. We started laughing so hysterically, my stomach was actually in pain for three days after that.

We finally stop laughing, and I sighed in contentment. After a few seconds, I felt Chad's hands wrapped around mine, and I inhaled his squirrel pee scent. It didn't seem as bad as the skunk smell I had.

"I'm sorry," he said, "For getting so angry at you. I wanted this date to be perfect."

"It was," I said, "At least we'll definitely remember our first date now." He chuckled, and planted a small kiss on my forehead. "And, I'm sorry for ripping your pants. And not taking this whole date and first kiss thing more seriously. I should've realized how much it meant to you."

"It's alright." He paused, and then added, "You know, there's still the goodnight kiss. Every date should have one."

I laughed. "Is that in the rules too?"

"Yeah."

"Don't you ever make your own rules?"

"Like what?"

I tilted my head up to his, and tried my best to kiss him in the dark. It didn't turn out so bad though, since I didn't really miss his lips, and he kissed me right back. "Like the closet kiss," I said after we broke apart, "Every date should have one."

He laughed and kissed me again.

And so now we're back to the beginning of the story. Now, you may be asking what the point was for this whole story. The point is, sometimes, we expect so much on something that is so big. But sometimes, it's the little things that turn out to be better than what we expected. And sometimes…it's the big mistakes that just make our life worthwhile.

The lesson is, we should just go with the flow in life. So really, all that "Dating Rules" crap is just plain STUPID.

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(Er…don't mention what I said up there to Chad, please? Thanks.)

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A/N: Happy birthday, Charles. Hope you enjoyed this story. God bless, and love you forever.

From,

Your twiiinn 3