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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Friday Evening
So... Miley had a first date tonight. With a guy she'd already kissed. A lot. And she was a little bit nervous about it, because, well, despite all the awkwardness and the fact that he was two years younger than her, she actually liked him.
So she'd decided that the only way to make this not awkward was to wear a new dress and boots and wait outside the movie theater pretending like this was a normal first date. As you do.
[[For that guy who keeps sticking his tongue in her mouth.]]
So she'd decided that the only way to make this not awkward was to wear a new dress and boots and wait outside the movie theater pretending like this was a normal first date. As you do.
[[For that guy who keeps sticking his tongue in her mouth.]]

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"Hey," Dave said, walking up to the theater. "I hope you haven't been waiting long."
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Nervous? Her? Psh.
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FOR SOME REASON.
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Miley actually laughed at that, because she was lame. "Nope!" she agreed. "Rock music. Maybe kind of like that... American Parliament thing you mentioned?"
Nope, Miley.
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Or, well, it wasn't any weirder than their existing backstory. Probably.
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"This is the first time I've been to this theater. And to think, it only took me half a year to go somewhere this obvious," Dave said randomly.
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It was a movie theater, Miley. Don't get carried away.
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Not like sand."Which I do," she said, doing that crazy person eyelash-batting of hers again.
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And all of his earned smooth points went away.
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"Nooooope," she said, offering him a flirty smile.
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, DAVE. THE CREEPY EYELASH THING WAS ALL FOR YOU.
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"Thanks!" Miley chirped. "I got the dress at Urban. Which is, like, kinda done, but whatever. And you, um, I like your... shoes."
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Fishing? Of course not.
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Oh, jokes.
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More fun than it had been with Jake Ryan, anyway, who'd constantly pulled away to check his hair in the mirror.
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Or a plan A regardless. Whatever.
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