I Will Always Come Home to You (Ally and Stevie)

20. Don't drink and love, kids (They said)

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(Ally said)

Stevie invited me to an actual date. We decided to make it the most cliché date we have ever been to. I even went home so she could pick me up. I bought her flowers and I bet she bought me some too.

At exactly seven I heard the doorbell rang. My mom opened the door and let Stevie in.

My mom and Stevie were talking about Olivia Wilde's TV commercial when I entered the living room. They both paused, looked at me and got up.

I fixed my gaze at my girlfriend, more stunning as ever in a mini black dress and ballet shoes. 'Damn that girl is hot! I am freaking lucky,' I thought to myself.

"Hey! You really look beautiful, Ally," Stevie said.

"You look more beautiful, Stevie," I said as we exchanged flowers.

"I cannot let this moment pass," my mom said. I asked her earlier to be a cliché mom too. Her response was bringing out her camera to capture everything.

"Mom, it's our first date, not prom," I protested. Still, Stevie and I had the biggest smiles as my mom said, "Say cheese!"

"Allison, please remember your curfew is at ten. It's a school night," my mom teased. Stevie and I kissed my mom on the cheek. "Enjoy you two!"

Stevie opened all the doors for me that night. She even pulled a chair for me at the restaurant.

We made a reservation at Lyfe Kitchen downtown. It had the perfect ambiance--the lighting, the fixtures and the music were just right.

"Good evening, ladies. My name is John," the waiter said. "Our specials today are roasted salmon served with asparagus, morels, and leeks; and baked chicken breast with herb basting sauce served with string beans, potatoes and tomatoes in brown butter."

We placed our orders, which of course were the house specials. I started the cliché conversation asking most questions that I already know the answer to like where she was from, what she does for a living and how many siblings she has. Before I even got to the next question, Stevie cut in.

"How could people survive having a date like this?"

"I don't know either!" I answered.

"So can we begin with our real date?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

John returned with our wine. "How sweet of you and your sister to go out and have a dinner date," he said as he finished filling my glass. It was a good thing that he was looking at me because Stevie just made her are-you-fucking-kidding-me face that could scare the shit out of anyone.

"Thank you but we are not sisters," I said. "We're girlfriends."

"My apologies," the waiter said, sounding really concerned. He left our table as I burst out laughing because Stevie almost snapped.

"Aside from our hair, we do not even look alike!" Stevie protested.

When John returned with our food, he did not attempt another small talk.

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(Stevie said)

After finishing our food, we headed to the bar where our first round of drinks was taken care of by John, the waiter. Ally suggested a drinking game.

"Let's play Truth or Lie. Basically we take turns in saying a statement which the other person will have to guess whether it's a truth or a lie. Every time I get it wrong or if you get it right, I have to take a shot and vice versa."