A Sweet Date with Button

Button sat in his room, pacing with his Gameboy in his hands. He played his Gameboy while pacing in order to think. He had been doing it for about two hours, but Button still didn't know what to do.

He still believe he had basically asked out Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle! A girl who, though astoundingly pretty, he had just practically met! Why ask out someone you just met?

On the other half of his mind, however, Button was somewhat congratulating himself. He just asked a girl out! That's pretty awesome, given Button's social life and poor ways with people. Maybe now, Button can actually a few friends in this world. And maybe, just maybe, Sweetie would really like this date! That would be something really awesome! he thought.

In this round of pacing, however, the cons of asking Sweetie out were increasingly outweighing the pros. He just knew something would go wrong! Button had never done this before, so he didn't know what to do in this type of situation. So, with no knowledge and no experience, not to mention no social skills, Button eventually shook with fear, no longer able to concentrate on his game, now just pressing random buttons while simply staring at the screen, not actually engaging.

After another hour, Button could only determine one thing: he needed advice.

Button's mom was cooking some soup in the small kitchen of their apartment. Button poked his head in, smelling the aroma. Mmm, tasty. However, this wasn't the time for thinking of food. He needed help.

"Mom?" he said.

His mother turned around, her braids swinging around her head. "Yes, sweetie? What is it? You lost your charger, again?"

Button shook his head. "It's..something else. Not a game problem."

"Nothing to do with games?" Button's mom let down the spoon she was using, a look of confusion and astonishment on her face. "That's a first."

She sat down, waving Button to the seat next to her, which he took. "Now, tell me, honey. What's wrong?"

Button started to speak, but for some reason couldn't get the words right. He didn't exactly know how to ask for advice on things like this.

"U-uh..h-have you ever gone on a date, Mom?"

"Why, of course, silly! How do you think I met your father so many years ago? He took me on many a date." She looked up in thought, smiling. "Always a charmer, he was!" Then, a frown appeared. "Not very dedicated, though."

Button only sat there, facepalming. Perhaps he should've rephrased that question.

His mom suddenly snapped back. "But yes, I have. Why do you ask?"

"W-well.." Button replied, "I'm going on one Saturday."

"You are?" Mom replied. Immediately, she jumped up, wrapping Button in a big hug. "Oh, my golly! My little son, going on a date! Oh, finally growing up! Finally making some friends! Finally getting out of my-"

She paused, then put Button down. "I mean, that's very nice, Button. Very nice, indeed." She saw the look of embarrassment on his face. "I assume you're trying to ask for help on what to do on this date? Is that why you asked if I ever went on a date?"

Button only looked down, and nodded.

"Well," Mom sat back down, with Button doing the same. "I don't really know what a boy is supposed to do at a date, but I will say this."

She looked Button directly in the eyes, with Button stooping in to hear better. "I would say, be the best you can be." She leaned back in her chair, smiling. "That's the simplest thing you can do."

Button thought of this for a moment. It didn't quite make sense. "OK. Thanks..I guess."

He walked out of the kitchen, his mom, sighing and smiling, went back to the soup she was preparing.

Button contemplated what his mom said as he laid in bed that night. Be the best he can be? What could that mean?

It took a while through the night, but he managed to maybe figure it out. Basically, he thought, it means be awesome. Be the best. In other words, make it the best date it could possibly be.

In other words, do things you normally wouldn't do in order to impress her. Yeah. That would definitely work. Sweep her off her feet that date, and she'll be putty in my hands.

Yes, he finally understood. Button knew what to do. Then, with that, he fell asleep, dreaming of her, hoping she will love who he would be on their date.