Terry sighed and looked at the outfits that were laid out on her bed. She was still in her robe, and Quincy was happily nibbling on his pellets.

"Which one should I wear? My Doctor Who merchandise, orrrr my Supernatural merchandise?"

Willow walked past the door to her room, rubbing her hair with a towel, trying to dry it.

"Will, what do you think?" Willow walked in and stood beside Terry. "Uh, Doctor Who."

"Are you sure?" Willow rolled her eyes.

"Fine wear your Supernatural stuff, it doesn't matter, you such a stereotypical American, that people know on the spot. Now let's hurry up, mum's expecting us soon."

"M'kay!" Terry closed the door and she changed. She put on a black shirt of Castiel wearing a flower crown.

"ARE THERE CHEESE BURGERS WHERE WE'RE GOING?" Terry asked as she pulled on her black skinny jeans.

"YOU'RE SO AMERICAN IT'S SICKENING!" Willow yelled back.

"IS THAT A YES?" She started putting on her red high cut Chuck Taylor's.

"I DON'T KNOW."

"Okay." She put a necklace that resembled the one Dean wears, and she put on a jacket that looked like the one Sam wore.

"Are you ready?" Willow opened the door. She seriously had no idea how to knock.

"Yeah. And can you please learn how to knock?"

"Nope." Terry sighed and followed her out the door.

As they walked down the hall, Willow started patting her pockets. Her eyes widening with each pat.

"Bloody hell! I forgot the keys in the room!" She said facepalming.

Terry sighed and pulled out her pokèmon keychain, which had the key. Willow sighed in relief.

"This is why I love you." Willow said. "You remember things I don't."

"That's why we're the perfect pair." Terry said smiling. Willow smiled.

* Time * Skip *

{Sorry, but hopefully you guys won't get to mad, but I'm changing the POV to first person from now on, since I'm having trouble putting down the name instead of 'I'. Sorry for the sudden change}

We had just arrived to the restaurant that Willow's mom was taking us to. Her mom waved us over to a booth she was sitting at, Willow sat next to her mom while I sat on the other side of them.

"Took you girls long enough." She said giggling to herself.

I laughed.

"Sorry, I had to feed Quincy and I was having trouble figuring out what to wear."

"Hun, your so American it doesn't matter what you wear."

"I told you." Willow said kicking me under the table. I glared at her as I rubbed my shin.

A waitress came around, she had cute pixie cut brown hair and her bangs hovered just above her green eyes which were shielded by black rimmed glasses.

"Hi, my name is Summer, are we ready to order?" She asked.

I quickly skimmed me eyes over the menu that was in front of me.

"I'll take the hamburger, fries as a side, and a Coke, please." I said. She nodded and took down the order.

"I love your shirt by the way." She said to me as she wrote it down.

"Thanks." I said smiling.

"Though, I like mine too." She said showing me her shirt, which was of Dean when he was taking a mugshot. I smirked.

"I do too." Willow cleared her throat.

"So sorry," Summer said apologizing, "What can I get you?" Willow and her mom ordered.

"She was cute." Mom said.

"Yeah." I said.

"You should ask her out." Willow said winking at me. I blush covered my cheeks.

"What?!"

"C'mon Hun, just ask the girl out."

"You two shared glances, I wouldn't be surprised of she said yes." Willow said.

"They did more than share glances, they basically had their own conversation." Mom said.

I put my head in my hands and put it on the head.

"Ugh, I hate you guys some times."

"Oh, I love you too." Mom said. I laughed.

After a while, our food came along with our drinks. Summer left in a rush, making me curious.

I looked at my plate, a smile finding its way on my face. Then I noticed a slip of paper under my plate. I took it and read it.

A blush found its way on my cheeks again and shoved the piece of paper in my pocket.

"What was on the paper?" Willow asked, she was watching me this whole time.

"N-nothing. I'll tell you later. . ." I muttered eating food. Willow raised an eyebrow at me. I grumbled and took out the paper, handing shoving it towards her. I hid my face in my hands.

"Ooo, someone has a crush on Terry!" Willow sang.

"Shut up." I growled.

"No," Willow smirked.

"Are you going to give her your number too?" Mom asked. I guessed that Willow had shown her the note.

"I don't know. . ." I mumbled putting my head up and munching on my burger.

"Hun, just give the poor girl your number."

"Uh, I don't kno-"

"How's everything going?" Summer said coming up to the table, stealing a glance at me.

"Good." Willow said. I bit my lip.

"Hey, S-Summer," I said, "I never got to introduce myself, I'm Terry."

"Hey," she said.

"Uh, I got your note."

Summer's face lit up.

"Yeah?"

"And I'd like to give you my number."

"Really?"

"Yeah. . ."

"O-okay."