Last Line Recap!

“You’re a perv, teach.” He took the words right out of my mouth.

“How dare you call your teach a perv! Even if I am,” Todd stated, “I’m still making you get your chemistry levels higher. Even if you work behind the movie screen, your voices must portray the personality of the characters. I want you to connect to your characters; a DATE is the least you can do to connect to Kiseki and Hiro.”

“A date? You’re kidding right?” asked Donovan.

“Nope, not at all,” Todd replied.

“Does this involve talking without arguing?” I asked.

“Of course, or the relationship isn’t healthy,” Mr. Director replied, “ I have set up your first date. It will be a formal dinner date in The Golden Ren at 7. I’ve made a reservation under the name Kodansha.”

Oooh, The Golden Ren? It serves oriental and western food, and also has a fountain and a small dance floor with musicians. It’s cool that Todd paid for us!

“Thank you very much, Todd! You did all of that for a dysfunctional couple!” I praised as I hugged him. He hugged back as Donovan walked away.

“Break his shell,” Todd said before we let go and I left the building.

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“Kodansha,” I said. I wore an emerald Chinese- style gown. Cherry blossoms snaked from the left breast to the bottom right. My hair’s in a bun, and was held up by green chop- stick styled pins.

The waiter led me to the reserved booth and gave me a menu. I scanned and chose my dinner. Mmm, I love oriental food! I couldn’t wait to order my meal, but I noticed one thing, more like a human robot, hadn’t arrived yet. Should I tattle on him to Todd on Monday?

“Would you like to order, Hale- San?” the Japanese waiter asked.

“Not yet, sir. I’ll wait until my date comes,” I answered. Man, I wish I took that back! It’s already 7:30! However, being the nice and courteous one, and obviously the most PUNCTUAL one, I waited

and waited

and waited for that little sucker who’s gonna die a f-

“Miss Hale, a Mr. Croft called and says that he will be here soon and his ride has crashed, but no one was hurt badly,” a red- headed waitress said.

“Thank you miss,” I answered.

Ouch. Kami- Sama, forgive me for thinking of ways to kill Donovan Croft the same day he could’ve died. I started to shiver at the thought of scars on his face. His hot, sex-god (maybe that’s pushing it too far) face got SCARRED! It didn’t matter if he’s a jerk, and he’s treated me no more than a partner, I just need to know him better, and maybe, just maybe, we could-

“Holy crap...I’m so… sorry… for being late,” panted Donovan, “After the crash, I ran all the way here.” His face is scar-free!

I answered, “ It’s ok. I got your message earlier. That aside, let’s order! I’m famished!”

“Always the hungry one?” he smirked.

“Meanie. That’s what you say after making me wait for almost an hour? Such a gentleman you are.”

“Gentlemen don’t exist anymore in this world.”

The Japanese waiter came back with the menus. After a few minutes of contemplating on what to eat, we ordered. At exactly eight PM, our food was prepared. Oh gosh, it looks so good! I hope I wasn’t unconsciously drooling.

“Hale, stop drooling,” crap he had to say that.

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The salmon tasted delicious. So was Donovan’s steak (we just swapped a bite, I swear!), the red wine, and the chocolate cake. The cake was their dessert specialty; it was as great as everyone who’d experienced this euphoria said it was.

I think the cake had a mind alteration thing in it. I scooped a piece on my fork.

“Open up, Donovan,” I ordered, “please!”

He just glared.

I glared back.

He opened his mouth.

I fed him a piece.

Score one for me.

He smirked while he chewed. BAD sign. He was staring at the empty dance floor while swallowing. I paled. NO way. There is NO way I’m going to-

“Let’s dance,” he offered. My eyes bulged, and I nearly choked on my cake. Score one for him.

“Are you serious?” I asked after I recovered.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m trying to be a gentleman for a while. Don’t waste that precious time,” he mockingly answers back.

“Gentlemen don’t exist anymore in this world,” I retorted back. Ha!

“I’ll fix that,” he said. Dang he’s good.

“An act doesn’t count, mister,” I answered.

“Just say yes, and I won’t tell anyone you have two left feet,” that guy-who-almost-got-in-an-accident-bas---

“No swearing in your head,” he ordered. How the heck?

“Are you psychic? Drunk? Anything?” I asked.

“I’m not psychic, and I’m not drunk- yet. I’m just a guy who wants to ask a lady with a not- so- ladylike- mind to dance with me… though I think she may not be worth all the trouble…”

“Hey! You know what? Fine! I’ll dance with you,” I muttered. Isn’t muttering Donovan’s job by the way?

So back to the part where we’re dancing! Joy.

Oh

My

Gosh

Is he holding me close? Is he guiding me every step of the slow song?

Nah, he’s not that kind of guy.

Donovan: You lie.

How the heck? How’d you get into my point of view?

Donovan: I just can. Stop lying.

Fine, Mr. Ego-is-bigger-than-his-balls. Let’s say he was holding me close. Happy now, baka?

Kami-Sama, he BETTER not be touching any skin… or my butt…Thank god he isn’t.

Okay, it’s official. I got drunk from the wine. The song ended. I still held onto his shoulders.

“Can we go home now, Donovan?” I asked in what I guess what a sugar sweet voice, “I think I’ll get a hangover tomorrow.”

“Fine. Not only are you drunk, you’re PMSing,” he answered. I froze and turned into the color of the wine I really want to spew out. Damn, bast-

“Let’s get you home before the profanities go out of your mouth,” he said. Grrrr, I hate him. Well, nah, that’s not true. I love him to death.

He’ll never find out, yet.

He drove me home. When he parked in front of my condo, he stared at me,

And he smiled.

I smiled back before I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.

“I knew it,” he said. My eyes bulge, “You really are drunk.”

I laughed. He chuckled with me.

We stopped at the same time and we looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned over to me. I stopped him because I knew he was aiming for my face.

“Not after first dates. Who’s the drunk one now?” I said.

At least I know he has hormones.

I was about to open the door when I remembered some points:

1) Donovan was in a car crash, meaning his car is dead.

2) I own a silver Porsche. That's the car Donovan drove me in.

3) My manager called me two weeks ago about my album and photoshoot for it. It's tomorrow.

4) If Donovan leaves, I have no car.

5) I really do sound like I'm PMSing.

Conclusion: Crap, he's going to stay here for the night.

"Uhh, Donovan," I meekly asked, "can you stay here for the night?"

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Uhh... there you have it! Here's my lame chapter after... two months. Yes, I still live, though I'm really stressed out.

School's back in session, after a week's break. Then, there's the tests... AGAIN. I can NOT take it...

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