Date Night- Part 1

Tonight is the night.

Hey, I've been saying that a lot lately.

But unlike last time, it's the night of a date, instead of a fight.

Ugh I'm so excited.

Logan told me to wear something casual but also warm since there is snow already on the ground.

It literally happened In one night. I went to bed at night, woke up in the morning and it looked like a dam snow globe outside.

Winter, or anything cold, that is in the form of snow or ice, preferably in the months of December, January and February, I hate the most.

And there's snow on the ground.

I'm considering packing my bags, and moving me and Chance to Hawaii.

But that's not happening anytime soon considering I have a date with a very handsome boy tonight that I really, really don't want to miss.

Logan didn't even tell me what we're doing on our date.

What if I dressed up to warm and we're inside most of the time. Or what if I dressed not warm enough.

Oh my god. My brain can't process anything, I've never been on a date, my last two brain cells can't even comprehend the fact that a pretty good looking guy has asked me out.

Willingly...

I run into the closet.

Casual but warm.

Casual but warm..

Casual but warm...

I know the perfect thing!

After finding all the correct pieces of clothing, I put them on and look in the mirror.

I was wearing, black skinny jeans without no rips, (remember warm) with a dark plain rad shirt underneath a plain dark-ish light-ish hoodie.

I paired that with cute light grey ankle boots and a light grey beanie with a fluffy white Pom-Pom on top.

Logan was picking me up in about 20 minutes which gives me time to brush my teeth, grab a gum and throw on my jacket.

I obviously go to the bathroom first to brush my teeth but when I go to grab it, it's not there and neither is the toothpaste.

Huh?

Ok well I guess I'll just have to grab a gum then.

I race down the stairs tripping down the last three steps and land flat on my chest.

God that hurt my boobs and stomach.

"Well that's one way to show your ready." I brother laughed.

"Shut it." He continued to laugh as I popped in a gum and started searching for my jacket.

"Watcha looking for?"

"My green jacket."

"Living room."

Sure enough it was lying on the armrest.

"Thanks!"

"No problem. So you know if he pressures you or anything that makes you uncomfortable-"

"Yes I know, call you." I roll my eyes.

"What? No! Kick him in the balls and stab him with a knife and tell him to leave you the fuck alone." I cringe at his choice of words.

"Stab who?" Logan's voice sounds from behind the door.

"Stab the chicken Chance is making for himself tonight, ain't that right?" I look at Chance.

"Yup."

I throw my jacket on and walk towards Logan.

"You ready?"

I nod my head.

I walk out the door first and as I do, Chance hands a bag to Logan.

Logan puts it in the trunk then runs to my side, slipping on the ice as he rounds the corner making me laugh holding my sides.

He gets back up and holds the door open for me.

"It's not funny." He says with embarrassment, link hinting on his cheeks.

"Oh it so is. I should've gotten that on tape!" I laugh loudly.

"Don't worry, I got it all!!" Chance yells from the door."

"Oh my god, perfect, send it to me!"

"Will do." And with that, Logan closes my door. Me still giggling a tiny bit.

Logan sat down in his seat grumpily. Did turned the ignition on, all while not making eye contact, instead looking outside of the car as he  backed out of my driveway.

"Oh come on, don't be mad at me."

"I'm not." He mumbled.

"Then look at me." He stopped at a stop sign. It was late afternoon about 4:30.

He wouldn't look at me.

"Why are you mad at me?"

I didn't do anything. Oh wait.

"Did I put a dent in your ego."

"No."

"Your right I popped it."

"It's not that." He looked at me with a glare, but I knew it was playful. "I'm just embarrassed is all. Im supposed to be the 'Bad Boy'." He motioned with his fingers. "And yet I just had to go slip and fall, land on my ass in front of the girl I liked." He finished.

"Oh, poor baby, suck it up butter cup because before you picked me up, I fell down the stairs."

"Really?"

I nodded my head. "And no doubt, Chance got it on video. And since I have yours, I guess you can have mine."

He smiled.

Did I just give him something to blackmail me with?

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Logan has been driving for awhile now, it's been about two hours which makes it now 6:30 and I'm starving.

"Can we stop to get food?"

"We're almost there." He says not giving anything away.

"Ok."

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Half an hour later Logan pulls up to a retro looking diner.

It's styled like it would have been back in maybe the 1950's would be my guess. It looks so cool. Through the windows, I can see woman gliding instead of walking.

"Are they one roller blades?"

"Yes, pretty cool right."

I nod my, excited to even step foot in the restaurant.

"I want to introduce you to some of my good friends from before I moved, if that's ok with you that is?"

"Of course!"

I can finally know more about Logan's past without having to directly ask him. I find it awkward because, what if I were to ask a question regarding a touchy subject. No way in Squidwards house would I want to do that.

Still looking at the diner through the windshield, I go to open the door but Logan beats me to it as he opens the door and offers his hand to help me out of the car.

"Thank you, kind sir." I say with a cheeky smile on my face.

"Oh, your welcome ma'am." I giggle.

Still holding my hand, he closes the door and locks it before pulling me along towards the door.

The bell chimes as we walk in.

Almost immediately we hear someone yell,

"O M G, NO WAY, IS THAT," The guy squints his eyes. "OH MY GOD IT IS!!"

"Who is it dipshit? Another voice calls out.

"ITS LOGAN PAUL." The guy replies.

"Dude how many times am I going to have to tell you, you can't go start yelling at our customers and calling them random celebrities?"

"NO BRO, LOOK ITS LOGAN PAUL." The guy says still yelling.

"You know what, I think your high half the time." Another guy comes out of the kitchen and stands in front of the guy whose yelling.

"AND I THINK YOUR STUPID,"

"Oh no you didn't you ugly smelling gorilla, who'd be looking like a drunk hobo on the side of Pitt and Second."

"OH YES I DID YOU DISGUSTING PEICE OF ZEBRA POOP, I HOPE MY SPIRIT ANIMAL COMES AND NIBBLES ON EAR AT NIGHT TO THE POINT OF IT BEING RIPPED OFF."

"What spirit animal, the one shoved up your ass or your mothers?"

"OK, THATS IT, NO ONE DISRESPECTS MY MOTHER EVEN THOUGH SHE MAY BE AN OBESE PEICE OF CHEESE."

The guy whose been yelling this whole time for no reason is about to lunge at the other guy just  when Logan finally decides that now would be a good time to speak up.

"Alright, alright stop fighting, you girls are both pretty."

They both snap their heads to us.

"Holy shit! It is Logan Paul."

"BITCH I FORGOT HE WAS HERE BUT I TOLD YOU SO!"

"Why are you yelling."

"I don't know."

"My nickname is Logan Paul because my names Logan, his name Logan, he boxes, I fight, so they call me Logan Paul." He explains to me.

"Makes sense."

"Oh and he's brought a girl."

"Ohhh does Logan have a girlfriend."

"Shut up." He says, his cheeks tinted pink.

"Is Logan shy?"

"Shut up. This is Kristen." Logan points to me.

"Hi!"

"Hello pretty lady, I'm Seth!" The guy who was previously yelling introduced himself.

I shook his hand and the other guy comes up.

"Hello Kristen, I'm Grant."

"Hello!"

"Wait tell Raymond hears about this."

"Where is he?"

"He's apparently sick, but we all know he's out somewhere humping and dumping."

By now everyone who was previously in the diner, has finished and has left so it's currently just us in the diner.

"But we also know that once we say your here, he'll come."

"Well then call him, he has to come meet Kris!" Seth says enthusiastically.

Well this is going to be fun.

I like Seth and Grant, I'm sure I'm gonna like Raymond just as much.

Wow. This date is already off to a great start.

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