New Chapter: Alexander the Great, But You Can Call Me Katy

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Title/Chapter: Alexander the Great, But You Can Call Me Katy (03/?)
Fandom: Alexander the Great, But You Can Call Me Katy
Character/Pairing: Katy / Aaron, Special American Idol Guest
Rating: Light R for a bunch of eff words
Author’s Notes: every chapter has it’s own summary
Disclaimer: This is original fiction. I own everyone, except for the Special American Idol Guest. He owns himself and the song depicted in this chapter.
Master List of Chapters
Word Count: 2,815
Prompt: (50-A) #047: Writer's Choice: first date
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Summary: Aaron has big surprise for his and Katy’s first date. How will he ever top it?
 

 

CHAPTER THREE

I wake up the next morning feeling completely giddy. At first I'm confused as to why I'm feeling so ecstatic and then I remember: Aaron asked me out! I can't stop the grin from over-taking my face. Today is going to be a great day, I can feel it. But first thing's first: feed Sparky and call Dad.

I curl my legs under myself as I sit on the couch and hit the speed dial for my dad. It rings twice before he answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dad," I say cheerfully.

"Bear!" he exclaims. "How are you? Late night last night, hot date?"

I laugh. "I'm good, really good. Actually, I'm great. And no, no hot date last night. The hot date is tonight," I inform him.

My dad chuckles. "Is that why you're doing so great on this fine morning?"

"It most certainly is."

"So tell me, who's the lucky guy?" he asks.

I grin so widely my cheeks hurt. "Well, you know my bass player Aaron?"

"The one you've had a crush on since the day you met?"

"Yeah, that one. Well, he asked me out after practice last night," I tell him.

"Oh, Bear, that's great! I'm so happy for you," my dad replies.

"Thanks, Dad," I say.

"So where is he taking you?" he asks.

I bite my lip. "Actually, I don't know. We didn't talk about it. But seriously, I don't really care just as long as I get to spend some time with him as more than friends."

My dad chuckles. "Well I hope you have a good time tonight. Do you have an update for me on the recital?"

"Yes, actually. Got your calendar out?" I wait for my dad to get his calendar and then I tell him the who, what, where, and when of my recital.

"I'm so excited," he tells me. "I'm completely free that entire day. Nothing is going to stop me from being there this year."

"Great!" I say excitedly. I was so disappointed last year when he couldn't make it. He's my biggest fan. At least Aaron had video taped it so my dad could see. "I think you'll really like the show. We have some great songs with some awesome moves. And this year the song for the finale was picked by yours truly AND I got to help choreograph the routine!"

"Bear, that's so amazing! I'm so proud of you! I'm sure it'll be the best routine of the night," my dad replies proudly.

"Thanks, Dad, that means a lot coming from you," I tell him. "You've always been my number one supporter and you don't know how much I appreciate that."

"No, honey, your mom was always your number one supporter. She was your biggest fan," he says. My eyes water at his words.

"I miss her," I murmur.

"Me too, my sweet girl, me too." We talk for a little while longer and then say so long. My dad never says goodbye, always so long. The last time he talked to my mom, he'd said goodbye instead of so long. She died that day.

Later that day I'm standing in front of my closet just staring. It's an hour before Aaron is supposed to pick me up and I have no clue what to wear. He wouldn't tell me where he was taking me, only what time to be ready by. With my frustration getting the better of me, I pick up my phone and dial Aaron.

"Hello?" he asks on the third ring.

"Aaron," I whine.

He chuckles on the other end of the line. "Yes?"

"I don't know what to wear," I continue to whine.

Aaron chuckles again. "You're just trying to get me to tell you where we're going," he says.

"No, I'm not!" I protest. "I just don't want to get dressed up if it's casual. And I don't want to dress casual if I should dress up. Please, Aaron, just tell me how I should dress!"

With another little laugh Aaron replies, "Wear your favorite concert outfit."

"We're going to a concert?!" I squeak.

"Yes," Aaron laughs.

"Let me guess, you're not going to tell me who we're seeing."

"Exactly." There's a beat of silence. Then Aaron sighs. "I hate this whole waiting thing."

"You can come over whenever you're ready," I tell him. "I just need to get dressed and do my hair and makeup."

"I'll see you in ten then," Aaron replies.

"You're already ready?" I ask.

"Yeah, I have been for a while," he answers sheepishly.

I laugh lightly. "Cute. I'm going to hang up now and I'll see you in a bit."

"Be right there," Aaron responds. We hang up and I go digging in through my wardrobe for my favorite jeans and t-shirt, pulling my favorite chucks from somewhere in the back of my closet.

Exactly ten minutes later someone in the lobby buzzes me. I know it's Aaron, right on time. I smile as I skip to the intercom and buzz him in. A minute later he's knocking on my door. I skip my way over to the door and throw it open to find Aaron looking amazing in tight black jeans and a fitted hot pink t-shirt.

"Hey," he murmurs shyly.

"Hey," I reply just as shy. I step back from the door and gesture for him to come in. He enters and shuts the door behind him. "I still need to do my hair and makeup. It won't take me long," I tell him. "So make yourself at home." Aaron nods and heads over the living room couch. I smile and make my way back to my bathroom.

I stand looking in the mirror for a moment, trying to decide what to do with my hair. But then I decide to curl it. I get out my curling iron, plugging it in and wait for it to heat up. Once I get my hair curled to my liking, I pile it up on to the crown of my head and pin it in place. I look in the mirror with satisfaction and grab my favorite stick of eyeliner. I outline my eyes with a pretty green color, one that matches my irises... and Aaron's. I smudge the khol around a little until it's nice and smoky. Then I put everything away and head back out to my date.

When I walk in to the living room, Aaron checks out my foot attire. "Good choice," he says. "You'll be able to get them signed tonight." I look down at my white chucks with hot pink details and grin. I've already got autographs on the right sneaker from Hanson. I can't wait to find out who's going to sign them tonight.

I walk over to Aaron and sit down next to him smiling. "So, what venue are we going to?" I ask nonchalantly.

Aaron grins. "I don't think so," he says. "I'm not falling for that. You probably know who's playing at every venue tonight."

I laugh lightly. "Yeah, I do."

"The only thing I'll tell you is that we're going to a meet and greet before the show and we get to be at sound check," he says. "That's why we have to get there so early."

"Are you serious?" I ask. My date nods, grinning at me. I throw my arms around him in a tight hug. "Ohmigosh! Thank you! This is awesome!" I pull back, grinning from ear to ear.

"But you don't know who we're going to see," Aaron responds.

"I don't care," I tell him. "Meeting a band and getting autographs and going to sound check is the coolest thing ever no matter who it is."

Aaron brushes my bangs out of my eyes with one finger. "I'm glad you think so," he says quietly. "Now I know how much you're going to enjoy tonight since, ya know, I know who we're seeing." He smiles cheekily.

I groan. "You know this is torture, right?" Aaron just grins and checks his watch.

"If you want, we can leave now," he suggests. "We'll still be a bit early, but I know how you are about being on time. And trust me, I know you would kill me if we were even two seconds late for this."

I nod. "Then lets do this." I grab my camera and my wallet and Aaron holds the door open for me as we exit the apartment.

As we pull up at the House of Blues, excitement flows through my veins and pools in my gut as I squeal. "Oh my god, Aaron! Adam Lambert! You got me a meet and greet with Adam fucking Lambert?!"

Aaron laughs, a grin on his face. "So, will this be a first date you'll never forget?"

I look over at him, smiling softly. "You better believe I won't forget it," I answer. Aaron's grin gets wider, if that's even possible. Then he pulls in to the parking lot and finds a space for the car.

I bounce giddily on the balls of my feet as we stand out in the cold, waiting for the meet and greeters to be let in. "Excited much?" Aaron asks with a smirk.

"I can't help it! I'm going to meet Adam fucking Lambert! I don't know how you're going to top this," I tell him with a grin.

Aaron groans. "Don't remind me. What was I thinking making this our first date?"

I laugh and loop my arm through his. "Don't worry, I'll always remember how much you tried to impress me on our first date and I think it'll make up for it."

Aaron smiles shyly. "Is it that obvious?"

I bump his hip with mine. "I like that you're trying. But really, you don't need to try so hard."

"No?" he asks.

I shake my head. "No," I say softly. "I fell for you the moment we met. You could have taken me to Mickey D's and I would have been thrilled to just be on a date with you." I shrug.

"Really?" Aaron raises his eyebrows. I nod. The bass player turns to face me and pulls me against him. I snuggle in to his chest, enjoying the warmth his body supplies. He lays his cheek against my shoulder and murmurs, "I can't believe it took us five years to get here."

"Me either," I reply quietly. "I'm just glad it was later rather than never."

"I second that." At that moment, all the people who are going to the meet and greet are allowed in to the venue. Aaron has to show his ID at the check-in table and we get special wrist bands. Then we line up with the others and wait.

Aaron and I make small talk with each other until we're led down some hallways until we're backstage. We stand in line, watching as Adam signs autographs and poses for pictures. Then it's my turn and I hand him my shoe. He grins at me. "Your sneaker?" he asks.

I grin. "Yeah, these are my autograph chucks. I've got the brothers from Hanson on the other one."

Adam grins back at me and hands my shoe back. Then he gives me that amazing smile as I snap a picture. "It was nice meeting you," he says.

"It was nice meeting you too," I tell him. Then we're ushered out to the stage area.

Sound check is amazing, as I thought it would be. When Adam finishes, he comes to talk to some of us fans. It's fun to just talk and joke with him. I'm also getting along well with the other fans. It's nice to have a passion for something that you can relate to with strangers. As I'm chatting, one guy, Seth, bumps my shoulder with his.

"What's your boyfriend doing with Adam?" he asks. I follow his gaze to where Aaron has Adam off to the side, all by themselves.

"I don't know," I answer, then, "He's not my boyfriend... at least, not yet. This is our first date. And I'm not even sure if he's in to Adam's music." I gnaw on my lower lip a little.

Seth grins at me. "First of all, if he doesn't like the music, he's crazy. Second of all, if he doesn't like the music and he brought you here on your first date, he's madly in love with you."

I blush. "I hope so," I say quietly. "'Cause I'm madly in love with him." The little circle of new friends let out a collective 'Aw' making me blush harder.

The show is in full swing and I'm just in awe of Adam's performance. He gives it his all and sings his heart out. It's better than I could ever have imagined. When the song ends, everyone cheers loudly. Adam motions us to quiet down. When we do, he begins to speak. "Tonight, this song goes out to my new friends who are on their first date. It's dedicated to Katy, with all the love in the world, from Aaron." Adam winks at us and I can't help letting out the loudest whistle possible. Then I turn to Aaron as the band starts to play. I throw my arms around him and hug him tightly as he grins from ear to ear.

When Adam begins to sing, I suddenly realize what song it is and my eyes start to fill with tears. I can't believe Aaron dedicated this song to me. I look at him and he reaches up to wipe a tear off my cheek, his eyebrows knit together in concern. I grin at him and lean my forehead against his to let him know I'm okay, that they're happy tears. He gets the hint, cupping the side of my face and kissing my forehead lightly. I lean heavily against Aaron as Adam sings. Usually when I hear this song, I can't help but dance. But tonight is different. Tonight I can't dance, I can only stand in awe, listening to the raven-haired man sing his heart out, listening closely to the lyrics. I can't help but wonder if Aaron specifically chose this song when he asked Adam to dedicate it to me. Or if he just asked him to dedicate a love song to me. Either way, it's still wonderful. But I really hope it's the former.

Aaron wraps his arms around me tightly, leaning his lips to my ear, and begins to sing along when Adam gets to the chorus.

"But if I had you, that would be the only that that I would ever need. Yeah if I had you, then money, fame and fortune never could compete. If I had you, life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy. If I had you."

I didn't even know he knew the words this well. Hearing the bass player sing these words to me makes my heart swell with love and melt all at the same time. I'm so overwhelmed with emotion that I don't even stop the tears from raining down my face. Every so often, Aaron turns my face to him and he wipes gently at my tears, smiling and kissing my forehead or cheek. He's so sweet I just don't know what to do with myself. All I can really do is lean in to him and pull his arms around me tighter.

The rest of the show is completely amazing. Adam does three encores and when the lights finally go up, Aaron takes my hand and leads me through the crowd to the doors. We're silent as we make our way through the parking lot to his car. When we get there, he unlocks my door and opens it for me. But I don't get in the car right away. I step up close to Aaron and look in to his bright green eyes. "I have to know, did you pick that song or did Adam?"

Aaron blushes slightly in the dim lighting. "I picked it," he murmurs.

"You did?" I ask, my eyes going wide.

Aaron nods bashfully. "Did you... did you like it?"

"Aaron," I whisper. "That was the sweetest thing you could have ever done for me. Did you not see me crying the entire time?"

He grins. "Well, I couldn't be sure if that was because of me or Adam," he says.

I laugh. "It was definitely because of you," I tell him. "I've... I've always wanted to be able to dedicate that song to someone, but it was so much better having you dedicate it to me. It really meant the world to me."

We stare at each other for a moment in silence. Then I step closer to him and wrap my arms around him tightly. "Thank you," I whisper.

"You're welcome," he replies, hugging me tightly.