Tuesday, midday

     Frey was pretty nervous about his date with Jenna, and he had been fiddly all day already. He was being clumsy—shy even—whenever Jenna sent him a text, and he was really scared she wasn't going to like his idea for their date.

What if he gave the wrong impression. Or worse, what if she was bored and would laugh about it with Lacy, Michelle and maybe even Daniel?

He hadn't thought things over well enough.

Asking her out had already been a huge leap into the unknown, and then he was stupid enough to plan the date three days later.

Why couldn't he have suggested next week? Why did it have to be this week? What if she thought he was too eager to go out with her?

He liked how girls always thought of him as confident.

And now he was shy, giddy and clumsy because of a girl he had just met?

Well, they met months ago. But they hadn't really exchanged much words, and when they did, it was because Lacy and Daniel had been there, and Frey was working with them, or bothering them while they were working.

He never had a one-on-one conversation with her before last week, when she decided to save him from being humiliated.

So, he had brainstormed endlessly with Arun and Hendrik on Monday and decided on a date late last night.

He was going to take Jenna to a pub quiz. They would just be with the two of them in a team, but since teams were only allowed a max of four players—and considering Jenna's intelligence—Frey assumed they would be fine.

And if they would totally suck and lose badly, they would probably still have a great laugh anyway.

So, why would he be nervous?

Why was he nervous?

He had taken girls out on dates numerous of times before. So, what if this particular date was a tad bit different from them, simply because he didn't just want to sleep with Jenna? He wanted to get to know her and show his best sides to her.

Besides, he had seen her nearly every day since last week and spent a lot of time one-on-one with her too.

They never were bored or had nothing to talk about.

Jenna was outgoing and fun to be around, and he liked her enough to try and be his outgoing and cheerful self too—solely to let her have a great night.

And because he wanted to make a good impression.

This was not about sex.

He knew Jenna was wondering about his intentions—she had voiced her worries via text that morning—and the fact she was aware he had kissed Daniel the week before.

He never intended to get caught in some sort of love triangle, whereas the people he liked also happened to be best friends who shared practically everything.

Frey knew Daniel and Jenna had numerous conversations about whatever Daniel did with Mitchel—and those things weren't exactly PG-13.

But he shouldn't be thinking about Daniel that day. It had to be all about Jenna and making her feel special. Different from any girl he had ever met before in his life. The fact he actually needed the date to be great, caused his nervous to get worse.

This meant a big deal to him too.

Luckily, he managed to push aside the nervous feelings as soon as he started focusing on getting ready in time. He had gone over to his mother's house right after Julia had told him their mother went out to work to grab more decent clothes—he really needed to tell his father to start doing laundry more than once a week—and then went back to take a shower and get ready.

All the while he was dressing up, cooking dinner for him and his father and eating, he was going over the daily news—knowing it would be one of the rounds in the pub quiz that night.

He didn't want to look like a complete idiot compared to highly intelligent and very attractive Jenna.

He knew his music, he knew his literature and he knew a lot about food and had random knowledge of the human body—like all Latin names to all 206 bones in a human body. He was weird like that, but he rather kept that part of him hidden.

He didn't want people to think he was a nerd, while in reality, he was a nerd indeed.

And not just because his mother made him study for over two hours a day, seven days a week, for over a decade.

He just liked to know a lot, he just didn't brag about it.

And he hoped that it would impress Jenna, and it would show her that they had even more in common than they had already established in their short time of being friends.

     Jenna seemed a little nervous too as soon as Frey picked her up at home.

It had been a bit awkward when he had rang the doorbell, and it had been Samuel who opened the door. He had already concluded Jenna was related to him—how else did she have a picture of him sucking his thumb while he was asleep—but he hadn't caught onto the fact they were brother and sister.

And since they were of the same age, he figured they were twins.

They just looked nothing alike.

Not in appearance, not in behaviour, and most definitely not in intelligence.

Samuel had also clarified to Frey he would—in the exact words—kill him and dismember him if he would even so much as think about touching his sister.

Message received, but Frey wasn't going to try and do something that would give her an idea he was still just trying to get in her pants.

Which he really wasn't trying.

Well, he wouldn't exactly mind—but that wasn't what the date was about.

Frey had shrugged, smiled, and thanked the universe for the fact Jenna interrupted before he could tell Samuel to go fuck himself.

Jenna had smiled and called out to her parents she would be back home before curfew, before they left together.

They took their bikes and drove to the pub where Frey had planned their date, a bit nervous again since they were a bit silent while riding there.

But as soon as Jenna understood they where going to compete in a pub quiz, she started soaring and couldn't stop telling Frey how fun she thought it was going to be.

They ordered drinks—both wine since Jenna liked a guy who drank wine on dates—and had taken their seats after getting the needed papers and two pens.

There would be ten rounds, and each round had ten questions. After all ten questions would be asked via speaker, all teams would get another five minutes to answer questions they couldn't answer right away before the next round would start. Every other round, they would announce the scores of all teams. There were 15 teams in total, and they would be the only team with two players instead of four.

"Do you want to write down the answers, or the questions?" Jenna asked him, holding two stacks of papers. One of the stacks held their answer pages, while the others where blank and meant to take notes.

"I'll do the questions. I think your handwriting is better, and I'm a quick writer." Frey gestured for her to hand him the blank papers and watched Jenna write down their team name—Frenna, how cheesy—and doodled for a bit on an empty paper.

He thought it was cute she had given them some sort of ship name, and he couldn't stop smirking after she came up with it.

They chatted for a while about their day while waiting for the pub quiz to start.

When it did, there was hardly any time to talk about other things than the asked questions, and they proved to be a great team.

Whereas Jenna had knowledge about mathematical things, or physics, and she knew her biology just as well as Frey, he knew the more random facts.

Jenna knew the answer to the question 'which 'E' was a characteristic part of something abstract'—Element. While Frey knew 'Metalmarks', 'Skippers' and 'Swallowtails' where all families of butterflies.

They had moments in which they both hissed the right answer in the same time, and then laughed because they were both getting too competitive.

Of course Frey scored better in the sports department, except the two questions asked about dancing.

After nine rounds, they were in the lead, along with one other team.

"For the last round, we're going to be showing anagrams on the TV-screens. All of these will have to do with the human body and it is up to you to find the right words." The speaker explained, while the TV-screens now showed a computer screen. "As soon as we show the the anagrams, the round will start. After exactly three minutes, the screens will go to screensaver again, you will have another two minutes to write down your answers. Good luck."

Frey and Jenna stared towards the TV-screen, and both started writing down the anagrams on separate papers, enabling them to move around letters as they pleased.

Within two minutes, they had found six answers, but the other four proved to be more difficult.

"I can't figure this one out." Jenna mumbled, shoving a paper in Frey's direction, and he read 'Decathlon lines'.

"You solve this one, I'll focus on the other two, we'll take that one as a last."

Jenna nodded, grabbing the one Frey couldn't solve, while he pulled the other two towards him.

He figured 'not sleek' would be 'skeleton', wrote the answer down and moved on to the next, changing 'Covert Pine' into 'Optic Nerve'.

Jenna had solved the ninth, and both leaned in to stare at 'Decathlon lines' again.

"What do you think of first?" Jenna mumbled, tapping her pen on the table. But Frey wasn't concentrating on the word, rather than he was focused on the fact they were so close, he could smell her perfume and it made him dizzy a bit. Not in a bad way; in a dizzyingly good way.

He swallowed, forcing the side of her beingthat close to the back of his mind and stared back at the words. "Tendon." He mumbled, writing it down while he wrote down the left-over letters on the side, and instantly wrote down 'Achilles' down too. "Achilles Tendon."

"Ooh, good one!" Jenna perked up, writing it down on the official answer sheet. "We make a great team, you know?"

Frey smiled and nodded, and then felt his face heat up once she slid her hand in his under the table. For a while, they were both awkwardly staring around—staring anywhere but towards each other—while holding hands.

It was such a simple gesture, but it had set Frey on fire.

He was starting to get sweaty hands—not even because it was hot inside the pub—and he wanted to let go, but also didn't want to let go ever again.

"So... ehm..." Jenna drawled eventually, after someone came to collect their answers. "I heard you're going to bake cupcakes for Hannah's birthday."

"Oh, eh, yeah..." Frey mumbled awkwardly. Did they have to talk about that right now? "Daniel asked..."

"I think it's nice of you to help out. Hannah adores you."

"She does? She told you?"

"I took her out for high-tea last Sunday and she could not shut up about her new friend." Jenna giggled and Frey was sent straight to heaven at the sound, and he couldn't help but grin foolishly because of it. "You're really sweet, you know?" Jenna leaned in a bit more, and smiled shyly. "If you want to be."

"It's one of my many treats." Frey joked, causing her to chuckle shortly. But subconsciously, both were leaning in, and eventually, he caught her lips with his, pressing a kiss to her sweet lips, while she squeezed his hand slightly.

And Frey wanted to stop and stay there with her, like that—no worries on their mind—for the rest of his life.

At least that way he wouldn't have to deal with his double feelings.

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