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21# Messed-Up Date P. 1

Eugene: You and Eugene had decided to go to a classy, fancy restaurant. You dressed up really nice, styled your hair - you'd even bought a new pair of shoes to match your outfit. You did up the last zippers, buttons and buckles on your outfit and you waited in your living room for Eugene to come get you. When you finally heard the knock at the door, you jumped up and met Eugene. He looked great as always, gosh. How did he do it?

"Hey, Y/N, you ready?" He asked, flashing a smile, buttoning up the last button on his blazer.

"Yeah! You look great, by the way," you blushed, locking the door as you stepped out to meet him. He smiled, trying not to look proud of himself, as he'd made a good impression as he'd hoped.

"You look amazing, too," he said, really looking you over. You blushed more.

"Oh, thanks," you smiled, turning, ready to go.

The two of you got into his car and drove to the fancy restaurant. He'd made reservations like two weeks in advance because he's Eugene and he plans out everything, and the two of you were seated right away.

You sat across from Eugene in the nice, plush and well-decorated booth, complete with flowers and candles. "Wow, this is really nice, Eugene," you smiled, looking around at all the décor.

Just then the maitre d' came over and explained that they were a little understaffed, and he was the waiter for tonight. He started you off with a nice red wine and just as Eugene went to take a sip, a waiter rushed by, bumping into his chair. Wine went all down the front of his shirt, blazer and tie, and it was utterly and completely stained. The waiter hadn't even noticed.

Eugene groaned, taking off his blazer and laying it on the back of his chair, blotting at his shirt with one of the nice, cloth napkins. Waiters were called over, meals were discounted and waiters were blamed for the mistake, profuse apologies made. After ten hectic minutes of waiters figuring out how to discount the meal and clean up the whole mess, Eugene apologized to you.

"Sorry, that was.. A mess, and I wouldn't blame you if you left and went somewhere simple and less.. Crowded," Eugene sighed, head in his hands on the table.

"Eugene, it's fine! It's a shame they ruined your shirt and all, though. That was a really cool tie," You said, smiling. He looked up at you, making sure you were serious before smiling and continuing on with the night. You had a great time, really.

Keith: You and Keith were in the park, just having seen a movie. It was a nice afternoon and Keith was happily chatting about nothing and everything to you as you walked along the waterfront. Keith spotted some ducks and pointe to them.

"Those ducks tried to bite me once," He laughed, adjusting his glasses. "NOT TODAY, DUCKS!" He yelled, frightening one of the birds. The other calmly walked towards him, looking for bread, crackers or seeds.

"NO! I have nothing!" He yelled, making you laugh as Keith ran the opposite direction, the duck calmly waddling behind him at a reasonable pace.

"Y/N, I am being pursued by a duck, help me!" He yelled, and by now you were either doubled over in laughter, Snapchatting the whole thing or doing both.

"I would but I have no food! Wait, yes I do," You said, remembering you'd brought your leftover popcorn from the movie and had been holding it the whole time. You ran over to Keith and handed him the popcorn bucket, because the duck didn't believe that he didn't have food.

"Thanks.. Okay, duck, after I feed you, you better leave me alone," Keith warned, and the duck took a step closer, shaking its tail as it waddled. "EEH, here!" Keith yelled in surprise at the duck's approach, tossing the bucket at the duck, popcorn spilling everywhere. The duck gobbled happily, his duck friends even flying and waddling over to eat it too. When the popcorn was gone, however, they ran after Keith who promptly tripped into the little pond you had been walking by.

You laughed uncontrollably before going to see if he was okay. Thankfully, his phone was in a waterproof case, but his clothes and hair were soaked. "Augh, I'm sorry you had to see that," Keith apologized, embarrassed.

"No, no, I thought it was funny. You screamed like 'ahhh' ," you giggled, imitating his scream, making him laugh.

"As long as I didn't ruin the date or anything," he said, wringing out the hem of his shirt.

"No, not at all, in fact, that made it better," you smiled.