I put on one of my favorite hoodies and Thomas had finally gotten dressed. I smile, seeing him walk out in his Could Be Gayer shirt.

"No you can't." I say, referencing to his amazing t-shirt. He looks down and laughs. "No, I can't."

"So, you ready? We don't have to do this if you don't want to." I say. He shakes his head.

"I like double dates."

I nod and open the door, letting him walk out first.  "Oh, you're such a gentleman." He says, prancing through the front door. I roll my eyes and push him slightly.

***

I once again, ring the doorbell ten-milion times before Thomas has to pry my fingers from the button.

I chuckle and wait for the door to fling open and Danny to pull us in... But it doesn't happen.

"Can I please ring the doorbell again?" I beg Thomas. He puts a finger on his chin and ponders... At an agonizing pace.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm- Fine." He says and I quickly return my finger. I hear the doorbell ringing from outside and it was even getting annoying to me. That's what fuels my desire to keep going.

Suddenly, the door swings open and Danny grabs my collar and yanks me in. Thomas walks in and over my body lying on the floor. "Um... Babe? Little help please?" I ask, reaching up to him. He looks down at my hand, scoffs, and walks to Danny's living room. I groan and struggle to pull myself up, making the saddest noises possible. I look at the door, expecting Thomas to rush in here and help me to my feet. But he doesn't come. I chuckle and stand, walking into the room.

"Alright, you guys ready?" I ask them, rubbing my hands.

"Yeah, fancy restaurant sound okay?" Danny asks. I look at our outfits.

"I don't think this is very fancy restaurant worthy." I say. "Let us go home and change real quick. We'll be back in a second."