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[_wes_pryce_]

Finally I had managed to lure Fred out of her room for a few hours. We only drank some tea in the courtyard. I persuaded her to...redecorate the garden. She ran with that and fast too. Within no time her idea had every square inch of the garden covered in flowers, bushes or other plant live. I've promised to take her to a store so she can go look

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[fredburkle]

I was at the far wall, writing down everything Wesley'd told me about spells and magic and demons from earlier. I didn't want to forget anything, because I'd had such a nice time with him. I didn't want the images or thoughts or memories to fade, so I was writing them all down, and that's when I heard the knock at the door. I squeaked and spun around at the noise. I blinked and pushed my glasses up on my nose.

"It's...It's Wesley. I've something to ask you."

I smiled, "Oh! Wesley! Oh..ok! Just...just hang on...just one second." I ran around my room, picking up trash and tidying up a little. I stopped at the door, brushed my hair out of my face and swung the door open, "Hi Wesley!" He looked really nervous, like he didn't want to ask me what he was going to ask me. I swallowed, "Um...is...is everything alright?"

[_wes_pryce_]

I can hear some noises of someone rushing around in the room before the door is thrown open and a brightly looking Fred peers out. Somehow that look just makes my heart jump, for some reason. Soon he looks at me worried though. Apparently I can't hide my nervousness.

"Oh! No, don't worry, Fred. Everything is fine," I nod at her, mustering up a smile. Pulling my glasses off I start to polish them. I just need to do something with my hands, keep them busy, hide that I'm nervous.

"So, I was-was...uh, wondering if perhaps you-you would like to join me for...uh some diner. I know this nice quite place not far from here. And it's a good time of day, there's not many people about and I was just wondering of you'd like to come along." Wonderful, I'm babbling. Looking up at her I smile sheepish. "Unless of course you don't want to. I mean, we can have dinner called in again, like uh...like last time." Damn. I think it's too soon. I hope I didn't push her. With a sigh I pu my glasses back on my nose.

[fredburkle]

I blinked and stepped from one foot to the other. Go...out to dinner with...Wesley? Outside? I swallowed and bit my bottom lip and wriggled my bare toes in the carpet. "Oh, you don't want to go out in public with me." I waved my hand in front of the hand-me-downs Cordelia had given me and shook my head. "I'm a sight and you'd...you'd just be embarrassed."

I blushed and headed back into my room to the wall I'd been writing on. virtus, virtus, virtus I muttered softly while I wrote that on the wall over and over. I wanted to go out to eat with Wesley, I really really did. But I was so scared and if I could write the out how much courage I wanted and enough times, I could maybe take it with me and let myself say yes.

[_wes_pryce_]

Frowning at that I blink and stand at the door for a few moments. Embarrassed? Where did that come from. And then I notice that she waved at her clothes. Perhaps she's not comfortable in them, Cordelia should take her shopping soon. Perhaps she'd like to get something new before... Wait, what am I even suggesting. I'm not actually someone she should go shopping with.

"Fred?" Carefully I push the door open further and take a tentative step inside. She's scribbling on the wall again. Damn! I hope I didn't push her too far. I really don't want to cause a setback. "Fred? Of course I'm not embarrassed by you, or I wouldn't have asked. I was-was just worried that you might not be ready to go outside." Which, she obviously is not.

[_wes_pryce_]

"You are normal, Fred," I smile at her. "You just went though a traumatic experience and you're still going strong. Most people wouldn't have even made it out of Pylea alive." Oh yes, that was a wise thing to say. Let's remind her of that. Idiot. God, even Gunn is better at this socializing then I will ever be

[fredburkle]

We walked through the park and Wesley chatted softly while I looked around. It was so peaceful here, at least right now. I could almost feel that at some point of the day it was more crowded and full of activity. But right now, there were only a handful of people and I like that. It was just...nice

[_wes_pryce_]

I stop during the middle of licking my icecone and stare at her for a few moments. I quickly resume eating again once I realize that I must look like an idiot. Why had I asked her out to lunch today? To get her out of the room was the main reason. But quite frankly I've learned that I like spending time with her. She has the most fascinating stories about Pylea, herself, her live before Pylea.

"Well," I start, clearing my throat. I root around in my pocket for a handkerchief.I've forgotten how easy these things melt and stick to your hand. "Well, first to get you out of your room a bit more. And I thought Fresh air other then the garden might be good." After tossing away what little is left of the ice cone I wipe my hands clean, firmly looking at them. "And uhm...I...uh...li-like spending time with you." God, I hope I'm not blushing again. I really hate that.

[fredburkle]

He liked...spending time...with...ME? Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, who's distinguished and intelligent and handsome and not at all crazy, likes spending time with me. He likes spending time with off-her-rocker, taco-obsessed, stuck-in-her-room-like-a-hermit Fred. It was almost too much to handle, which is why I almost dropped my ice cream cone. I caught it in time...in my hand. I bit my lip, could feel how hot my face was and laughed a little, "Oh no...!"

I hopped up and tossed the rest of the ice cream in the trash and then rinsed my hand on the water fountain next to the bench. I grinned at Wesley and sat back down next to him, wiping my hand on my jeans. "I...I like spending time with you, too..."

I smiled and looked to my right, spotting the swings. My hand jumped and grabbed Wesley's as I said, "Will you push me in the swings?" I didn't wait for an answer as I jumped up and half ran, half skipped my way over to the swings. I settled into the middle swing and watched as he made his way over to me. Yes...he was very handsome.