America's Suitehearts

**Hailz’s POV**

“Why did I pick Mexican? It is impossible to eat this with any grace!” I said as a blob of guacamole fell out of the bottom of my burrito. Wow, I am seriously the worst part-Mexican ever! Pierce The Veil would be so disappointed. CC chuckled at me.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he said before he stuffed half of one of his fish tacos into his mouth making his cheeks stick out like a chipmunk’s. “I won’t judge.” He said after he chewed and swallowed with a little bit of salsa stuck to the corner of his mouth. I giggled and looked away shyly before I took a bite of my burrito. This had to of been the third or fourth time he’s called me his ‘baby girl’ tonight and that wasn’t something I would tolerate on a first date with anyone else, but each time he did it, my heart stopped to do flips in my chest. “So, I want you to tell me something…” he said after a moment of silence.
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t laugh, I seriously need to know what your answer to this is…” he said with a very serious face that made me start feeling a little nervous. He looked me dead in the eyes for a second and asked:
“If the moon is made of cheese, and purple aliens don’t wear green hats, then how much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?” It took nearly all of my will power to keep it together long enough to reply.
“I think the real question here would be how much Norris would a Chuck Norris chuck if a Chuck Norris could chuck Norris?” I said completely deadpan. We looked at each other for a moment before we both melted into laughter.
“I think that’s one of the best responses I’ve ever gotten to that.” He chuckled. After a few more minutes of us goofing around and getting disapproving looks from this other couple that was sitting near us and that also apparently didn’t know that dates were supposed to be fun, our waitress dropped off the bill. “This place is pretty good, I’ll have to come back here next time I’m in Houston.” He said as he got out his wallet.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t attacked the ice-cream machine yet.” I said as I opened up my purse to look for my wallet. CC instantly froze when I mentioned the ice-cream.
“They have an ice-cream machine?” he asked
“Yeah, most Mexican restaurants here have free ice-cream…” I began to explain
“Where?” he asked with his eyes wide
“They usually have them right at the front or at the very back” I hadn’t even finished talking when he jumped up and rushed to the back.
“WHOA! They have chocolate vanilla swirl!” he shouted like an excited six year-old which made me smile. That fun-loving couple that had been previously glaring at us started looking in my direction while muttering which made that smile of mine fade. CC returned with a mountain of soft-serve ice-cream on top of a little cone. “Dude! Why wasn’t this the first thing you told me about this place?!”
“That ice-cream is supposed to be for children!” said the female fun-lover
“I am a child at heart and that’s what really counts!” he said back before going back to eating his ice-cream without giving a single fuck what anyone else had to say on the matter. How does he just brush off negativity like that? God, if only I could do that… He had just polished off his ice-cream when Def Leppard’s ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ started playing over the restaurant’s speakers.
“I love this song!” I blurted as soon as I’d recognized it.
“We’re not leaving until this song finishes!” he declared as he gave me a high five which made the fun-lovers groan. We sang along with most of it and CC even tapped out the drums with his fingers on the edge of the table. “Hey, Hailz, pour some sugar on me!” he said jokingly. I looked in the little thingy they usually put the packets of sugar in on our table.
“Sorry, babe, we only have Splenda!” I said. Wait, I just called him ‘babe’! Shit, I hope he didn’t notice that!
“That’ll do!” He said as he spread his arms out and I threw a packet at his chest “Fuck yeah!” By the time we walked out of the restaurant and were in a cab on the way to the hotel, we were both cackling like a couple of hyenas. I leaned my head against his shoulder as I started to calm down. I couldn’t have imagined a better dinner date if I tried. I sighed contentedly. Everything has been perfect thus far, but I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about this party we’re going to, I mean, I wasn’t really much of a party girl in the first place, but how the hell was I supposed to come out of an Asking Alexandria pent house party in one piece? “You ready?” CC asked as we pulled up the front of the hotel. No, but I guess as long as I stay close to you I should be okay. I nodded as the taxi came to a stop. As we got out and started up the steps to the entrance CC pulled the classic romance film move where he takes my hand in his so nonchalantly that I won’t even notice until I look down at our hands right after he confesses his undying love for me. It didn’t quite work out that way, but I didn’t mind one bit.

Notes

Sorry about the earlier technical difficulties, guys!
Anywho, how do you guys think this party is going to go?