Want to Make a Bet?

^{"You think.. I-I'm c-cute?" Lewis stuttered. Never once had somebody actually said that to him. He didn't even think that about himself. Some guys knew that they looked good. Lewis on the other hand had no idea. He shifted the way he was standing, backing away from her politely to give a bit of space. "S-Sorry!" his voice cracked. "I didn't mean that I thought you're.. You don't seem like the type to.." How the heck could he get himself out of this one? Whatever he said could be taken as an insult in some way. One way he was saying she was a slut, the other way she sounded like a prude. He didn't know enough about her to know the correct thing to say.}

^{"No.. I'm sorry." It was totally time to get out of there now. Lewis really wished they would have drove their own cars instead of just taking Winnie's or something. He just had to calm himself down. The more this conversation kept going the harder it was getting for him to deal with. He dropped the subject entirely, and made sure Winnie was behind him while they walked to the parking lot. Things just too awkward for him to say another word.}

^{Lewis picked at a few bits of dry skin while he walked back to the car. They seemed to have become quite interesting to him. He raised them to his lips and bit away at a bit of hang nail to calm his nerves. How could he say that to her? First the name and then talking all about sex? He had even started thinking about it and gone and given himself an erection. The first time that had happened while actually talking to somebody face to face. His body shook lightly, ready to flee at any time. He got back into the car and buckled himself up with his head rested against the window. Where was this lesson tucked away in MLP? It did nothing to cover stuff like this. "Would you like to forget this day ever happened?" he asked. He didn't want to, but he'd understand. He wanted to be friends but for the bet, he could just start all over again.}

^{Only the last ten minutes? That meant that the entire day wasn't a complete bust, which made Lewis happy. Ten minutes, that could be arranged. "Whoa." Lewis said. He looked around the car that he was sitting in like he was confused. He touched the seats and looked back at the mall and then finally back to Winona. "That's so weird. I can't remember how I got here. That last thing I remember was we were in the game shop." He had the box of magic cards and she had the book he purchased for her. "Winona," he smirked, calling her the full name instead. That was part of the previous conversation. And she deserved a little bit of a tease. "Is it time to go home now?"}

^{Lewis caught that glare. He'd now refrain from calling her by her full name... most of the time. The story that she was beginning to craft was interesting. She obviously seemed to have an imagination similar to his own. It was surprising, however, when she backed out the way she had. Especially with the nice car of hers. "Zoinks! Z-Zombies?" he gasped. He patted his pockets and produced a small pocket knife. The expression on his face fell when he realized that was the only thing he was armed with. "I hope to god that this is level one, then. Or hopefully there some decent loot just sitting around. What is your weapon?"}

^{"Ugh no," he cried out. That meant that she was at least four levels ahead of him. "I hope I gained at least a little bit of exp before I was taken out. Otherwise, I'll never be able to catch up to you." Lewis made a face when she started laughing at the item. "Don't hate. My grandpa gave me this knife. He's swears that he's slain many zombies with this very knife... or was it Nazi?" He was pretty sure that they were the same thing in the end. He switched the blade back into the knife to avoid any damage to Winnie's car and tossed it into the air lightly. "I shit you not, this is probably the best weapon there is. A Lewis exclusive. 'Grandpa Montgomry's Rusty Pocket Knife'"}

^{Lewis pumped his fist triumphantly. He wasn't going to argue over getting a little bit of exp. Winona was obviously the main character in the game. Lewis was just the goofy sidekick who only shined if you kept him around long enough. "Well as long as I get changed too, I won't mind as much." The thought of being immortalized in a video game actually thrilled Lewis. If he had the resources to recreate this scene, he probably would. Maybe he'd write it on his own. The other bronies would probably be interested in a read like this. "I'll just return near the end as boss you'll have to face. It'll be a big cut scene as you go through the moral struggles of killing what used to be your friend. If you do not shoot, bang, instant game over. How does that one sound?"}

^{"Hey!" He shouted. "That's not very nice of you. Sure I might have lost my mind or something, but I'm still the Lewis that you know. Maybe. Never met a real zombie to find out." Hopefully he would never have too. At the statement Lewis' eyes narrowed at first. For a moment he was confused as to what exactly she was talking about. "Awnser?" he asked, the cogs still turning in his mind. He then remembered. "Oh! Oh.." he blushed. It'd really be better if she were to say it over the phone. "Yeah. The dance. Winnie? Will you go with me to the Valentines Day dance?"}

^{He was trilled by the response she gave. Lewis leaned forward for a hug but was stopped by the seat belt that was still held him in the seat. He unbuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling their shoulders together. "Don't worry Winnie. I promise you that it'll be the best night of your life. I'll..." um.. Well he didn't know how much renting a limo would cost. It wouldn't have made much sense either if the dance was located in the school. "I'll look so good that you'd have no idea that you were dancing with me."}