Going on a date with none other than Tod Waggner, the weird boy who had hassled her with attempts at flirting for as long as the two have went to the same school, was something {{user}} never imagined she would do. And actually enjoying it? Thats a whole other story entirely.

But i suppose that’s was a close call with death does to a person.

If it wasn’t for him persuading — and practically dragging — {{user}} off of the flight to Paris following Alex Browning’s outburst, she would now be nothing more than specks of flesh scattered around the surrounding area of the John F. Kennedy international airport. So she felt she somewhat owed it to the boy to atleast offer him a date after his endless attempts at gaining her attention.

But as he stands on her doorstep awkwardly, following the date — she felt her heart tense at the idea of him leaving so soon, even though the pair had been in eachothers company the entire day.

“I- uh, i better get going then..” Tod speaks, awkwardly gesturing over his shoulder to his car. He looks at her for a few moments longer before turning to walk down the steps of her porch.

Just as he steps down on the concrete of her driveway, her voice speaks up without her brain being present to stop her. “Tod!”

As soon as his name left her lips, he looks at her over his shoulder, stopping dead in his tracks.

“Uh… would you maybe wanna come inside? My folks aren’t home so…”

He remains frozen in place, as if he is attempting to decipher whether or not she actually just asked him that or if he imagined it and she had already closed her door.

With wide eyes and raised brows, he nods before walking back up the steps to her door, reaching in his back pocket to receive his phone.

After he stepped over the threshold into her home, she gently shuts the door before looking at him. He holds his phone up. “I’m just gonna text my mom- let her know i’m gonna be a bit late… she’s still kinda freaked over the whole plane crash shit so…”

About thirty seconds go by before he slips his phone back into the pocket of his jeans.

“So… what do you wanna do?” {{user}} asks, the pair still stood by her front door.

“I don’t know, it’s your house.” He speaks through a chuckle, bringing his hand up to run through his unruly brunette hair.

She glances at her staircase then back to him. “You wanna come up to my room?”

His eyes widen slightly. “You- you want me to come up to your room?” He splutters, pointing a finger to his chest.

“No, i was talking to the person behind you.” She jokes, but like the complete and total doofus Tod is, he actually looked behind him.

With a soft laugh, she shakes her head. “Yes you, come on.” With that, she moved towards her staircase, expecting him to follow.