After a highly anticipated wait, we arrive to our first date location.

"Michael, what is this?" I ask, looking at a worn, run-down shed.

If this is our first date, sitting in some shed, then.. well, I hate to say this, but.. disappointing.

"Oh, you'll see," Michael smirks, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Is this one of those joke dates, that, like, they're meant to be funny?" I ask politely, yet genuinely.

"No! Not at all.. just wait, it will get better."

I feel a little bad for doubting him this way, but y'know, if you were presented with a shed, would you be very excited?

Michael takes my hand, and walks me towards the shed. He knocks on the door, then a moment later, a guy walks out. He's obviously overweight, but I don't judge, as I know I'm not perfect.

He's wearing a beige shirt and black jeans, and a dark brown cap, which is backwards on his head.

"Hey, Michael. Oh, I see you brought the lady friend you were telling me about earlier," he winks at Michael then smiles at me.

"I sure did, Joe. Did you prepare everything I asked you to prepare?" Michael asks in a friendly way. The guy, now apparently named Joe, chuckles.

"Of course I did, man! What kinda friend would I be if I didn't?" he asks. Michael giggles softly, then looks down at me.

"Right, good! Shall we go now?" Michael asks.

"Yeah, let's go," Joe replies. Michael takes my hand, and we all walk to another building, which is significantly larger than the shed.

"Michael, why are all the signs covered?" I ask, noticing that every one of them are covered with blankets.

"So you don't read them and find out what we're doing, silly!" Michael chuckles.

Fair point, fair point.

"Right, Becky, we're gonna cover your eyes now, so you don't see what's going on," Joe explains.

"Uh.. ok," I reply unsurely.

This is such a strange first date so far. None of this is making sense to me. But as long as it's a good night, who am I to complain?

I allow a blindfold to be tightened around my head, and then I feel something.. like a jacket.. being put around me.

I hear faint whispering between the two men, and then, Michael takes my hand.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"Uh, sure," I reply quietly.

We start to walk, and Michael guides me so I don't fall over or bump into anything. I nearly trip one time, but Michael catches me before I do.

Then, we come to a stop.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"Just wait, just wait!" Michael chuckles with excitement.

I feel Michael push me down gently, so I sit in a seat. It's rather breezy, meaning we're back outside.

First date is outside? Hmm, ok.

But this chair doesn't feel like a normal chair.. it's rocking back and forth gently.

I feel Michael sit down beside me, and he hugs me from the side.

"Thanks Joe.. Becky, you can take the blindfold off, now."

I oblige, and remove it slowly. Now for the moment of truth. I look ahead and see.. woah.

The most beautiful sunset I've ever seen, with an orange, pink and purple glow in it. The rays the sun is giving off are shining down onto a lake. I look down, and see that.. I'm in a boat, on that very lake. Oh, this is beautiful!

I regret doubting Michael at all now!

"Oh, Michael! It's wonderful!" I cry, hugging him tightly.

"Well, it's our first date. I couldn't make it a crappy one, could I?" he chuckles.

He sounds so cute cussing like that. I've not heard that from him yet.

We float down the lake slowly, Michael still hugging me from the side.

This is such a romantic and beautiful atmosphere, I never want this to end!

"What time is it, Michael?" I ask.

He checks his watch. "It's 9:58pm."

"Just over a half hour until we're meant to be home," I say.

"Yeah.. then we gotta go back home to your mother, who hates me. I really want her to like me, Becky. I don't understand why she doesn't. Is it something I did wrong? Did I say something she didn't like? Is it the way I look?" Michael asks in worry.

"Michael," I shush him by placing my fingers over his lips. "You're perfectly fine. My mother is very strict with men, especially mine, as she's been hurt by them before. She doesn't hate you, it's just insecurity. She needs to know you better before she can learn to love you. See, I'm not like that. If I feel that I love someone, I stick with them until they hurt me. I guess I made that mistake with Alex.. but, I feel different about you. You won't hurt me, right?" I ask.

"Of course I'd never hurt you, Becky! I'm a doctor, it's my job to cure people, not hurt them! And besides, why would I hurt you? You're every wonder in this world to me.. I feel a close connection with you, that I never felt with Lisa. I mean, yes, I thought I loved her unconditionally.. but I was wrong about her. I doubt, more than anything in my life, that I could be wrong about you."

"And.. does doctor Michael.. have fever for patient Becky?" I ask softly.

Michael smiles playfully.

"Oh yes, I sure do."

"Despite having to have ten dates before we can even start to consider a relationship?" I ask.

"Yes! Becky, I'd do anything to be with you.. I'd have a thousand dates, just as long as by the end of it, you were mine."

My gosh, he's so sweet!

He places his hand on mine, and laces them together. So what if it's our first date? We can be romantic towards one another, right?

"I'm not sure you would, Michael. I mean, if I was the one meeting someone's mother, and she was the way my mom is to you, I think I'd be a little put off by that. I mean, I love mom to bits, but she can be a little crazy sometimes," I say.

Michael lifts my head up with his three middle fingers.

"But you're beautiful!"

Ok, as much as he is so sweet, he's lying now, pure and simple. I may be one of those typical 'blonde hair, blue eyes' sort people, but I don't think of myself as beautiful.

"Thank you, but.. I'm not," I say, trying to hide my smile to seem more serious.

"Nah, I'm serious. And your eyes are beautiful!"

Michael gazes into my eyes, a look of concentration on his face.

"Did Alex ever compliment your eyes?" Michael asks.

"Well, yes.. once or twice," I whisper.

I'm pretty much lost in his eyes. He says mine are beautiful? Try looking in the mirror, doctor.

"Well, despite him being a jerk, he was right about that," Michael smiles.

I smile too, feeling slightly awkward that I don't know how to reply to him.

"So.. you wanna get to know each other more?" I ask.

"Of course I do.. so why don't we just talk now, and look at the view?" Michael replies.

I nod, and he places me on the seat in front of him, and hugs me from behind. Not gentle enough to allow me to slip out of his grip, but not too firm that it hurts. Just right. And it feels good.

We look out at the sunset.

"So, what do you do outside of doctoring?" I ask, trying to make simple conversation.

"Well, I used to go home to Lisa and do my own little thing, reading, watching TV, that kinda thing. But since she moved out of my house, I've been more involved with you, so I haven't really done a lot of other stuff. But it's worth it, if my time is spent on you."

"It's the same with me, I mean, when I was with Alex, I would just sit with him and we'd dream of our perfect future, how we'd travel the world and get married and have kids. Now, the idea just seems silly," I reply.

"You should be able to do whatever makes you happy, that's always what I've thought. Live life to the full, you only live once!" Michael explains.

I nod in agreement, and lean my head back onto his chest, his grip still around my waist.

"Despite the huge life jacket," Michael chuckles, "I think you look incredible tonight."

"Oh, thanks.. and hey, you do too," I smile.

"It doesn't really work with the suit, but I don't care. It's only us here, and Joe. He's seen people look worse than me, I bet."

"And what if we fall into the water, huh? Then our clothes will get ruined," I say.

"Yeah, most likely. But it would be funny, wouldn't it?" Michael asks.

"Yes, it would. I think my face would look funny, too. It's covered in make-up."

"But it doesn't need to be," Michael says, "you look perfect naturally."

"Thanks," I sigh, "but I don't."

"I'll prove it to you, c'mon," Michael says, then dips his fingers in the lake.

He draws them out of the water, and then strokes my face with him thumb, gently.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Bringing out your natural beauty," he says, then dips his fingers in the water again, and washes away the make-up.

"But I don't have any," I say softly.

"I think you'll find you have more than anyone I've ever met," Michael assures me.

"You can't have met an awful lot of people," I chuckle.

"Becky, I'm a doctor, I think I've met more people than anyone else I know, and like I just said, that's a lotta people," Michael replies.

Fair point.

"You probably said that to Lisa," I smirk.

"I did, but now you've changed my standards."

"You must have had low standards before you met me."

"No, they were exceptionally high."

"Then they must have dropped meeting me."

"Ok, enough with the self-hate!" Michael giggles, dabbing at my face with his sleeve, before looking at me again.

"There, see. There's that perfect face of yours," Michael says.

"No one is perfect, Michael."

"That's true.. except for you."

"Michael, you're saying all these things, and I know you're trying to be nice, but.. A) you're lying, and B) I have no idea how to respond to it," I explain.

Michael smiles sweetly.

"Well, I can diagnose that for you. You've got Perfect-itis, and Extreme Fever," he says.

"I know I have Extreme Fever, but that's about it."

"Nah, you got Perfect-itis, too!"

"I swear I'll push you in that damn lake if you keep lying, doctor!" I chuckle, and unlatch myself from him.

I'm still sat opposite him, and I look into his eyes deeply.

"Ok, fine.." Michael gives in.

"Good," I reply.

"You've got Perfect-itis," Michael mutters, and I keep my promise, and push him towards the water.

But it goes wrong, and as he falls, he grabs me, too, making us both fall into the water.

"Well, that wasn't meant to happen," I exhale after lifting my head from under the water, trying to catch my breath.

"But it was funny," Michael laughs, after lifting his own head from the water.

"Now we're all wet," I sigh.

"Yeah, I can tell!" Michael replies.

"At least it's warm water," I say.

"Yeah.. but we'll be cold when we get out of here."

Then, he comes closer to me, and wraps his arms around my waist, both of us still in the water. He brings his head closer to mine, and soon our foreheads are touching.

"Becky, you give me such fever, girl," Michael says seductively.

"And you give me it back, it's contagious," I whisper.

Michael brings himself closer, making our noses touch.

"I hate the idea of waiting for these ten dates to be over," Michael sighs.

"I know.. but my mother wouldn't be very happy if we got together officially any sooner than that," I say.

Then Michael smiles sweetly, and brings his lips closer to mine. I stop him before he kisses me.

"Were you just gonna kiss me?" I ask. Michael smiles and nods.

"Of course I was."

"But won't mom get mad at us, kissing on our first date?"

"What your mother doesn't know, won't hurt her," Michael says.

He brings his right hand up from the water, and slides my wet hair back behind me, before stroking my cheek with his thumb gently.

His touch is wonderful, perfect.

He then looks into my eyes, our noses still touching, and he brings his lips closer to mine, before they touch in a passionate kiss.

I bring my arms up from under the water, and wrap them around his neck, and he pulls me closer to his body.

His kiss is magical, there's no other way to describe it.

We break the kiss slowly, and I smile at him.

Yeah, I'm not doubting Michael's first date plans anymore.

"You wanna watch the sun set, or do you wanna kiss some more then go home?" Michael asks.

"Hmm, I wanna kiss some more, by the sunset," I reply, before Michael pulls me closer once again, with more violence this time, and kisses me tenderly, under the light of the glowing sun.

Author's note: I had such fun writing that chapter! Aww, I'm kinda finding this cute.. also, for those of you who may have noticed I said the time was 9:58pm in the story, yet the sun is still out later.. remember the story is currently in Summer time! And in Summer, the sun sets around 10pm where I live, heehee.. I was wondering, should I write about all ten of the dates, or like, skip to a few dates later, and take it from there once this one is done? I don't wanna rush it, but I don't wanna bore you, so please let me know! :D