The dinner lasted about two hours, as they finished their roast beef and split a tiramisu. After thirty minutes of the dinner, though, [Y/N] started to relax. Just think, she thought, and pretend its a friendly dinner date with one of my friends. And as she thought that, she did begin to relax. Her stomach didn't feel like grenades were exploding in it, anymore. Cody kept busy too, talking about everything and anything. He was a very lively guy, and [Y/N] couldn't admire him more. After dinner, Cody, once again, took [Y/N]'s hand, and steered her out of the restaurant (just before he paid for the bill, even thought [Y/N] objected) onto the busy streets. [Y/N] was very happy their 'date' wasn't over yet, and she was dreading the moment when the limousine dropped her off at the hotel. They window shopped for a hour or such, and surprisingly, the paparazzi weren't there. [Y/N] didn't bring it up, since she knew paparazzi were really annoying and he didn't want to be reminded of them on this special day. (Well, she thought they were special.) As they left Gucci, Cody chatting about his singing career, and [Y/N] listening intently, she shivered and Cody saw it. "Hey, are you cold?" he asked. It was lightly snowing and all [Y/N] had on was a thin jacket. "No, I'm fine." but then, she shivered violently again. Cody shook his head at her jokingly, and took of his tuxedo jacket. He placed it gently on her shoulders, and, there, in the middle of the street, took hold of her and put his arms around her. [Y/N] wasn't nervous. The warmth engulfed her, as her head layed on his chest, she could even hear his heart beating. He had a protective grasp on her, and [Y/N] stood there, letting the moment just sink in. [Y/N] looked up after about a minute, and saw Cody looking at her. He looked blissfully at her. Really? Was this really happening? Was he about to kiss her? His head sunk lower, and [Y/N] closed her eyes, letting the light snowflakes hit her face. Just as his lips we're about to land on hers, she heard a rough, "CODY!" she opened her eyes abruptly, and found Cody looking in that direction, he seemed annoyed. He was about to make a move and someone disrupted them! Then, another, "CODY!" Now [Y/N] could see. Three fat men with big Cannon cameras hanging off his neck. Paparazzi. Cody saw too. "CODY! WHO'S THE LUCKY LADY?" they screamed, actually running down the sidewalk. Cody looked at [Y/N] with a two millisecond notice, and [Y/N] understood. Grasping hands, they ran down the sidewalk, bypassing Boxing Day shoppers and slipping a little on the ice. She heard the paparazzi's heavy footsteps following, frantically trying not to slip and to take a picture at the same time. [Y/N] actually laughed a little. If someone told her, two months ago, that on Boxing Day, she would be running down the snowy streets of Manhattan, holding Cody Simpsons hand, outrunning the paparazzi, she would of declared the person crazy and suggest they hit the mental institution. But it was actually happening! And they were about to kiss, too! Stupid paparazzi! she thought, angrily. Five minutes later, they ended up in front of the restaurant again, panting, and Cody started laughing his hardest, his eyes twinkling. [Y/N] couldn't help it. She laughed along. The limousine ended up in front of them, and they clambered in, taking no notice of the warmth.
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