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You had just finished up your breakfast when you heard a knock at your door. You weren't expecting company, so you checked to see who it was first through the eye-hole of your door. It was America, you opened the door and invited him in. "Hey America, what brings you over?"
"I was super bored back at my place, so I thought we could hang out today. I already got it all planned out. You're not busy are you?" The smile on his face made it impossible for you to turn him down. Even if you'd had plans for today, you would have probably canceled them.
Having a hard time not showing how glad you were that he asked, you gently shook your head. "No, I'm not busy. What did you have in mind?"
"Okay dude, here it is. Fifties style rollerblading. You can wear the big, puffy poodle skirt and ribbons in your hair, and I'll dress like a grease monkey with the slicked back hair. It'll be awesome dude." He grabbed your shoulders and shook you, he was way too excited about this.
"Okay, we can do that, but I don't have any clothes I can wear." You frowned slightly. "I don't exactly keep clothes like that in my closet you know."
"I already took care of it dude, bought them on my way here." America pulled a shopping bag out of no wear and pushed it into your hands. "Get changed, I'll wait for you here."
You went to your room and changed into the bright pink button up blouse and full skirt with poodle logo he'd picked for you. He'd even gotten you the pink ribbon for your hair and a pair of white bobby socks to complete the look. You walked out of your room to find he was in full costume as well. "I feel like a dork." You laughed at yourself.
"You look super cute." He helped you into his car. "Now lets split baby." The two of you arrived at a building that seemed like it belonged right in the fifties, everything was checkerboard with accents of red. There was even an ice cream shop outside the skating rink. "This place is really wild, huh?" America wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"You're not going to talk like that the whole time are you?" You laced up your skates and headed out to the rink.
America laughed and followed you out. "I don't know, I'd thought about it. It's kinda fun, but I wouldn't want you to... wig out." He took your hand and began to skate with you. After a few songs, America began to skate backwards while still holding your hands. "Check it out, pretty awesome."
His cockiness worried you. Anytime someone tried to show off like he was, they always ended up getting hurt or embarrassing themselves. It was like an unspoken rule of the universe. "You're going to fall America, I can feel it."
"No, I'm not dude, don't jinx me." No sooner had America finished his sentence than he'd lost his footing, falling flat on his back landing you on top of him. "Ouch, don't say it.. I know, you warned me."
You rolled off of him and helped him to his feet. "I did, you okay?"
"Yeah, but I think I'm done skating. Let's go get a shake and split it like in those cheesy movies!" He grabbed your hand and ran to the cafeteria, ordering a large shake with two straws. "Better drink it fast dude, or you won't get any." The two of you quickly began sucking down the shake until you both got brain freezes. "So, you know what this means right?"
"What what means?" You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face.
"Sharing a shake with me." America was grinning ear to ear. "It means your my girl. You can't just go sharing drinks with guys you know. You'll be known as a run around sue. So, you'll be mine right?"
You blushed. "Well, I wouldn't want a bad rep. So, I guess."
America hugged you. "Dude, I totally didn't think that was going to work, but it did." He laughed. "I'm totally going to have to kiss tony when I get home.. Maybe not, I'll kiss you instead."
"I was super bored back at my place, so I thought we could hang out today. I already got it all planned out. You're not busy are you?" The smile on his face made it impossible for you to turn him down. Even if you'd had plans for today, you would have probably canceled them.
Having a hard time not showing how glad you were that he asked, you gently shook your head. "No, I'm not busy. What did you have in mind?"
"Okay dude, here it is. Fifties style rollerblading. You can wear the big, puffy poodle skirt and ribbons in your hair, and I'll dress like a grease monkey with the slicked back hair. It'll be awesome dude." He grabbed your shoulders and shook you, he was way too excited about this.
"Okay, we can do that, but I don't have any clothes I can wear." You frowned slightly. "I don't exactly keep clothes like that in my closet you know."
"I already took care of it dude, bought them on my way here." America pulled a shopping bag out of no wear and pushed it into your hands. "Get changed, I'll wait for you here."
You went to your room and changed into the bright pink button up blouse and full skirt with poodle logo he'd picked for you. He'd even gotten you the pink ribbon for your hair and a pair of white bobby socks to complete the look. You walked out of your room to find he was in full costume as well. "I feel like a dork." You laughed at yourself.
"You look super cute." He helped you into his car. "Now lets split baby." The two of you arrived at a building that seemed like it belonged right in the fifties, everything was checkerboard with accents of red. There was even an ice cream shop outside the skating rink. "This place is really wild, huh?" America wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"You're not going to talk like that the whole time are you?" You laced up your skates and headed out to the rink.
America laughed and followed you out. "I don't know, I'd thought about it. It's kinda fun, but I wouldn't want you to... wig out." He took your hand and began to skate with you. After a few songs, America began to skate backwards while still holding your hands. "Check it out, pretty awesome."
His cockiness worried you. Anytime someone tried to show off like he was, they always ended up getting hurt or embarrassing themselves. It was like an unspoken rule of the universe. "You're going to fall America, I can feel it."
"No, I'm not dude, don't jinx me." No sooner had America finished his sentence than he'd lost his footing, falling flat on his back landing you on top of him. "Ouch, don't say it.. I know, you warned me."
You rolled off of him and helped him to his feet. "I did, you okay?"
"Yeah, but I think I'm done skating. Let's go get a shake and split it like in those cheesy movies!" He grabbed your hand and ran to the cafeteria, ordering a large shake with two straws. "Better drink it fast dude, or you won't get any." The two of you quickly began sucking down the shake until you both got brain freezes. "So, you know what this means right?"
"What what means?" You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face.
"Sharing a shake with me." America was grinning ear to ear. "It means your my girl. You can't just go sharing drinks with guys you know. You'll be known as a run around sue. So, you'll be mine right?"
You blushed. "Well, I wouldn't want a bad rep. So, I guess."
America hugged you. "Dude, I totally didn't think that was going to work, but it did." He laughed. "I'm totally going to have to kiss tony when I get home.. Maybe not, I'll kiss you instead."
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*looks at the shirt in the picture* ok.. Guess he's the hero. His shirt says so. Shirts don't lieee