//------------------------------// // Highs and Lows of a Date // Story: Crystal Prep Cuties // by Wildcard25 //------------------------------// Friday after school, Spike, Trend, and Fancy were sitting on the soccer field bleachers, while watching Indigo Zap and the rest of the soccer team practice. Spike smiled as Indigo scored a goal, "Oh, yes! That's my girl!" he cheered. "What an amazing kick." Trend commended her. "I wouldn't expect any less from one of our school's best athletes." Fancy added. Trend spoke to Spike, "So, Spike, how're things going with the ladies as of late?" "What do you mean?" Spike raised a brow. "No need to play coy, Spike," Fancy said, "We all know just how much of a reputation you've gained as of late. Ever since you're little passionate moment with Lemon Zest at the Psycho Drones concert." "Not to mention your little moment with Twilight during 70s night." Trend nudged Spike. "I know, I never would've thought two acts like that would lead me to such an image." "Especially since many know how close you are with the Cuties." Fancy noted. "Speaking of, how goes things with them?" Trend inquired. "Doing pretty well, actually." "Have you been getting similar treatment from them as you've gotten from Twilight and Lemon?" Fancy grinned. "As it so happens, I have." Spike admitted. "Oh, and why have you not told us sooner?" Trend asked. "You should've asked me sooner." "Touche. So mind telling us now?" Fancy asked, as he and Trend got closer. Before Spike could speak, someone called to him, "Spike, come over here! I wanna talk to you!" The three looked over seeing Sour Sweet standing by the bleachers looking at him, "It's Sour." Spike said. "If I were you, I'd go over to her, Spike." Fancy warned. "Fancy's right. If you make her wait she can be very unforgiving." Trend added. "Right," Spike chuckled, "I'll see you later guys." Spike left the bleacher and went over to Sour. "There you are, I was looking for you." Sour began. "I was just with my boys, you know?" he chuckled sheepishly. "I see. So anyway I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me tomorrow?" "You mean like a date?" Spike asked. Sour groaned, "Well, of course like a date. What else would it be?!" "Sorry, it's just sometimes it's hard to interpret what's a date and what isn't a date." "Well, we ain't in a high school sitcom. This is life. And I do want to go on a date with you," Sour smiled with bright eyes, "That is if you'll have me." "Like I'm gonna say no to one of my friends?" Spike smirked. "I knew you wouldn't," Sour smiled, "Tomorrow at noon. Don't be late." she gave him a scowl. "You got it." So Spike and Sour Sweet went their separate ways. As Spike walked home, he thought to himself, 'Now I'm finally going on a date with Sour Sweet. I know the rumors around school is she wouldn't be caught dead dating anybody she deemed a loser or not worthy of her. Plus many guys are afraid to go near her. Well, advantage to me is I know her better than they do.' At Sour Sweet's place, the girl was sitting on her bed gazing up at the ceiling, smiling to herself, "Tomorrow I'm finally going to have myself some time with Spike," she looked at a picture of herself and Spike when they were kids, "Just like old times. And this time I'm not going to lose myself." The next day as noon was approaching, Spike had gotten himself ready before walking over to Sour's place. He waled up to her doorstep and rang the bell. Sour Sweet answered it, "Hi, Spike. I'm glad you made it on time." "Well, it'd be rude if I kept you waiting," Spike humored her, and they chuckled. Spike eyed Sour's attire up seeing she was wearing slip on shoes, knee length socks, a purple dress skirt, and an opened short sleeved violet shirt. What left Spike enamored the most about her was that she decided tow ear her hair out of its ponytail, "You look really nice, Sour." "Oh, really?" she asked, with a faint blush upon her cheeks. "Uh-huh." Spike nodded. "Thanks," Sour smiled, "Well, come on. We got us a date." she took his hand and the two hurried off into the city. They walked through the city holding hands as a couple would, while Sour Sweet made sure to keep close to Spike. Spike smiled, as he enjoyed how close she was, until the girl looked ahead to a fast food place, "Here, let's grab a bite." "Sounds good to me." Spike admitted, as they went inside. After ordering their food from the counter they went to a table and waited. Spike waited calmly, while Sour was getting a tad impatient, "How much longer now?" "Easy, Sour, you know these things take time." Spike calmed her. "There was barely anybody else in line, and nobody else here looks like they're waiting for anything." Sour motioned to the other customers. "The people are just making sure that our food is perfect for us." Spike explained, and Sour calmed down before she got any worse. "You're right. I'm just hungry is all." "I know, Sour. I am too." Spike replied. "Number 11!" Came one of the workers. "That's us." Spike said, as he got up and went to get their food. "Finally." Sour sighed in relief. Soon Spike and Sour were enjoying their fast food meal, as Spike spoke, "So what's been going on with you?" "Same old, unless you count that we've had nothing but surprise quizzes this whole week." Sour sighed. "I know. That's brutal." Spike agreed. "Brutal? More like it's a gigantic slap in the face!" Sour replied. "Point taken. But, hey, weekend's here so we're all in the clear." "Thank God for that." Sour sighed in relief. "Don't worry, it'll be summer before you know it." Spike reminded her. "Yeah, and still two more years at Crystal Prep for me and the others." Sour rolled her eyes. "Well, I'll have three more." Spike put in. "Good luck with that." "Thanks, Sour." Spike said in sarcasm, and the two laughed. Later on the two walked about the city, "So where to now?" Sour asked Spike. "We could check out the mall, see if there's any good sales in our fave stores." "Works for me. And Sunny did mention the clothing store has some half off sales." Sour added. They continued walking until an older boy stopped them. His gaze was focused on Sour Sweet, while he didn't even acknowledge Spike's existence, "Hey there, cutie. Name's Snart." "Well, nice to meet you, Snart... Now move!" Sour began. She and Spike tried to get past, but Snart blocked them, "What's you're hurry? I was just about to grab an espresso. Care to join me?" "Sorry I got plans." they tried to get around the smug boy, but he wasn't having it. "Well, you'll have to make a cancellation." "Hey, Snot, she said no!" Spike got tough with him. "It's Snart! And who asked you, shrimp?" he shoved Spike aside making him bump into a lamppost. "Hey! Don't ever touch my friend!" Sour warned Snart, as she gritted her teeth. "Ooh, getting all feisty, huh? I like." he grinned seductively. "I wouldn't talk to her like that man, I wouldn't." Spike warned him. "Or what, you gonna do something about it?" Snart smugly challenged him. "Well, I could, but she can do a lot worse." Spike motioned to Sour. Snart looked back seeing Sour was suddenly gone. Before he could response he suddenly found his right arm in a twist hold courtesy of the girl he was trying to hit up, "Ow! Ow, that hurts!" he cried. "Think you can hit up on me, and treat my friend like dirt?!" Sour Sweep shouted, as she twisted his arm harder. "I give! I give!" he begged. "Ok, Sour Sweet, he's had enough," Spike told her, but noticed she wasn't letting up, "Sour, it's over, let him go!" he shouted, but she didn't respond. The more Snart cried, the more people stopped to see what was happening. Spike having enough of this, ran at Sour Sweet prying her off him, "Sour Sweet!" he shouted in her face. Sour finally lost her angry expression and suddenly realized what she was doing. She released Snart's arm, as the boy ran off in tears. Sour was still in shock, "I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean too..." she looked on the verge of tears. Spike quickly took her hands, "Come on, let's go." he led her off, before one of the spectators could alert the cops of the misconduct. Spike and Sour Sweet stopped to sit down at a bench, while Spike let his friend calm down, "Sour, what happened back there?" "I don't know. I just didn't like how that jerk was hitting up on me like I wasn't a person, and that he shoved you like you were nothing. I guess I couldn't stand it all so I reacted on impulse." Sour explained, while shaken up. "I'm just glad we got out of there before you literally snapped his arm." "I'm sorry, Spike. I didn't wanna show this ugly side of myself in front of you today, but in the ended I cracked!" Sour cried. Spike not liking to see his friend cry, took out a handkerchief and dried her eyes, as the girl blushed, "I know you didn't mean too. And while it may not have been the best move, I'm glad to see how much you were willing to go to defend me. Believe me I would've done the same to you." "Really, Spike?" Sour sniffled. Spike nodded, "You betcha," he smiled. Sour continued to blush as she smiled back, "Now come on. Dry your eyes and let's hit the mall." Sour nodded and dried her eyes, "Yeah. Let's go." the two got off the bench and headed for the mall. As they entered the mall, they walked around passing up a few places before stopping in front of the best clothing stores. As soon as they entered, music started playing and sirens rang. The two panicked, as Spike announced, "I didn't steal anything I just walked in!" They saw some female workers gather around cheering, as one of them approached, "Congratulations, you two. You are in fact our thousandth customer!" "Really?" Sour asked. "That's right. And to show our appreciation, we'd like to offer you two a free wardrobe makeover." she offered. Spike and Sour Sweet were left in shock, as the boy asked, "You're serious?" "Dead serious, cutie pie." the female worker winked. "Then we accept!" Sour declared. "Awesome. Come on, girls. Let's get these crazy lovebirds some new threads." the workers escorted the two teens along the rows of clothing on racks before picking many choices out for them. Once they picked out enough clothes they started making the two try them on, with the workers giving them criticism. Finally after trying on multiple choices in clothing the workers were waiting for their last choices. Spike stepped out wearing sneakers, black jeans with multiple pockets, a blue shirt with a flaming meteor image on it, red metal wrist cuffs on both wrists, and a purple baseball cap turned backwards. Sour Sweet stood wearing sandals, pink short shorts, a red tub top, and her in hair was barrette with a flower design in it. "You two look fabulous, don't they, girls?" the head worker asked her fellow workers who voiced approval. Spike looked Sour Sweet over and smiled, "You really do look great, Sour Sweet." "You look fine yourself, Spike." she smiled back. Spike turned to the workers, "Thanks to all of you. You helped make our date much better." "Always glad to help a customer." the worker answered. Spike turned back to see Sour Sweet up in his face, "Sour Sweet?" he was confused, until the girl cupped his cheeks, and pressed her lips against his. Spike was surprised, but had no complaints as he melted into the kiss. As the two kissed passionately, the workers were gasping and cheering with some taking pictures with their cellphones. When the two parted, Sour Sweet spoke, "Thank you for such a great day, Spike." "Thank you for making it all the more greater." Spike replied, as they gazed lovingly at each other. As it got late, the two returned to their block with Spike walking Sour to her door, "Thanks again for going out with me, Spike. I had a fun time. Even with my little..." "Say no more, it's all just a memory now. Let's remember today for the real good time." he replied. "Yeah," Sour Sweet agreed, as the two had one last kiss. When they parted, the girl spoke, "Have a goodnight, Spike." "You too, Sour." Spike replied, as Sour Sweet went inside and Spike went down to his place. In Spike's room, the boy had finished putting his new complimentary clothing away. Afterward he laid on his bed remembering the kiss he shared with Sour Sweet, "That kiss was most definitely sweet." he said to himself in delight.