Misunderstood Love

Chapter 2 - A first date disaster

"Oh no! I don't want to do this! She's pretty, but I feel like our personalities clash too much!" Spittlebug ranted to her dad.

"Then don't show up to the date. Maybe go over to her shop and tell her you're not interested the next day," he replied, setting up the planter he had bought her while she was out.

"But I don't want to hurt her feelings. If she likes me, I don't want to break her heart. And what if I see her around town again? Then it will be awkward," she replied, worry filled her voice. Her dad finished setting up the planter and proceeded to give her a tight hug.

"It's okay! Go on the date, and tell her there you're not interested. For now, lets just worry about getting you all moved in," he replied. Spittlebug smiled at him. He always made her smile.

Spittlebug scrubbed her scales clean. If she was going on a date, she wanted to look presentable. Once she was done, she headed downstairs.

"You look amazing!" her father grinned at her. She thanked him as she rushed out the door, flying back into town.

"Oh ya! I'll tattoo a fat pig right on your face while you sleep, 'cause that's what you are!" she heard Meltwater yell as approached the building. She opened the door, and right as she stepped inside, she was smacked in the face by a ball of paper.

"Good going, you hit your girlfriend," The SandWing at the desk yesterday said in a deadpanned voice. He had a line of purple paint on both of his eyelids today. It looked pretty cool.

"Hey, she's not my girlfriend! Not yet, at least. Go kiss that gross old SeaWing that lives under the bridge. Bet he'd like some company. Because unlike you're lonely tail, I got a date!" Meltwater insulted him. The SandWing responded by flipping her off as she wrapped one blue wings around Spittlebug as they walked out the door together in a big show. "Don't mind Skink. He's a jerk," she told her.

"Ya. So, where are we going? She asked the taller dragon. She thought for a moment.

"Oh, I almost forgot! There's this new café I've been wanting to try forever, but I've never had enough money. They have IceWings running the place, and all the food is frozen," she said excitedly.

"I can pay. I'm quite rich. Rich family with very important jobs," she replied, following the blue dragon as she lead the way. "And did you say it was run by IceWings? excuse me if this is a rude question, but aren't you a, IceWing? You fit the description perfectly and-" she stopped talking immediately as the larger dragon glared at her. She did look exactly like an IceWing. Light blue with a few electric blue spots and a grey underbelly. On top of that, she had purple earrings, two silver nose rings on one nostril, and four purple bracelets with a ring of spikes on them, one on each leg.

They were both silent as they walked into the café and ordered their frozen treats.

"I'm a hybrid," Meltwater said finally. An IceWing-SeaWing. I look exactly like an IceWing, except all the bright blue. IceWings aren't usually that bright. I don't have the whip thin tail, and I don't have the frostbreath or cold withstanding that IceWings have. What are you, exactly?"

"Here you go," A white IceWing with purple spots interrupted them, putting their frozen treats in front of them. Spittlebug started picking at her yogurt, topped with frozen berries. It was delicious.

"I'm a HiveWing. You know, from the other continent, Pantala," she replied, which started a conversation about their lives, and what growing up on each continent was like. The more Meltwater talked, the more she realized they would not make a good couple. Finally, they finished their food, and were getting up to leave.

"So, same time in two days? Like, not tomorrow, but the next day?" Meltwater asked. Spittlebug tried to say no, but her mouth wasn't letting the words out. She couldn't hurt Meltwater's feelings. "I guess I'll see you then," the blue dragon smiled weirdly, heading off.

Welp, Spittlebug was screwed.