White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

I bit down in my bottom lip. Did he just ask... what I thought he asked?

"Beg pardon?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure you heard me," Quinn smirked.

Ah Quinn... I almost want to think you're doing this because you know that I can't say no...

"Um... yes?" I answered quietly.

Quinn smiled. "Really?"

I nodded. How I wish I wasn't keeping my excitement inside...

"Yesss..." Quinn smiled, narrowing his eyes. ((A/N: Yes, like Napolion Dynomite...))

I couldn't help but laugh at him. Such a dweeb...

"So... When and where?"

"Hmmm..." Quinn looked up to the ceiling. "How about... a nice night out. Sound good?"

"Yeah, of course." ANYTHING sounded good to me as long as I could spend time with him.

"Well, it's quite early in the day, so let's make it tonight, shall we?" he insisted.

"Um... okay..."

He handed me the hair straightener. "And by the way, it might be best if you don't mention this to Bert or Jeph."

"What, the hair straightener?" ((Ember: DUMB ASS!))

Quinn rolled his eyes. "No. Our date."

"And that would be because...?"

"Trust me, they'll never shut up if you do..."

"Oh... All righty then..."

He winked at me. "Let's say eight o' clock, 'kay?"

"Whatever you say, Quinn..."