Hello! First Fanfiction ever, don't judge me. Since Valentine's Day is coming up, and my favorite OTP is getting together for the Holiday, I wanted to write THIS! I know, I keep buggering things up, but I did this for another reason! My friends and that 1% of family on Instagram, I hope you enjoy this story!

-A Beat And A Bot-

Wheatley ran up to the door. He gulped and forced a choked squeal down his throat. He placed his hand on the door and-

The door burst open and he stumbled back a bit, the squeal he was choking on escaping his throat. He picked himself off the ground and brushed off his suit. She looked at him with concern. He cleared his throat and stuck out a bouquet of flowers. "F-for you, love. " He squawked, inhaling a deep breath as she took the flowers from him. He looked at her and whispered, "Chell, I'd love to take you to dinner, if you'd accept." She turned around and hugged him, nodding her head, 'Yes.' She stepped away from him and leaned against the door frame. "You.. You heard that, okay." He rubbed the back of his neck, and took her hand. "And you'd love to go? Honestly?" He asked, leaning a bit to the left where his car was. He shifted uncomfortably as she leaned away from the doorway, locking the door as she neared towards the exit of the building, hand in hand. As they walked past the counter where the receptionist worked, he snickered. The receptionist scowled at him and pulled up the newspaper closer to his face, barely managing to contain his laughter as Wheatley had to bend down to exit the place. The second the door closed, the receptionist burst out laughing, the manager having to come and settle the rowdy man down. "B'sir! That man was nearly 7 feet tall!" The man with the Texan accent replied. "Just, just settle down, okay Rick?" The pink-eyed man scowled. "Yeah yeah, I'll stop, Mr. Renshaw." He glared at Rick and stormed off. The man leaned back in the chair, still chuckling at the sight of Wheatley. Wheatley opened the car door for his Valentine. "I really hope you like where I take you." He smiled as she climbed in the passenger side, himself entering the other side of the car. He started the car and drove to a concealed place. Stopping the car, he glanced at Chell; looking around. He tapped her shoulder and he mentioned the outside. She nodded, opening the door and getting out. He stayed in the car for about 2 minutes, giving himself a prep talk. "Okay, okay. I'm going to do it. I'm going to kiss her." He sighed and walked out of the car. He'd taken her to a Cliffside, where the sun was setting. He sat down next to her and sighed, inching his hand to hers. She looked at him and smirked, grasping his hand in hers. A small squeak escaped him and he hung his head slightly, as he was supposed to make the first move, not his date. He looked up to her, that perfect smile, that amazing curve- Whoa. Whoa. No thinking about that Wheatley, this is only a kiss. He shook his head clear of his thoughts, inching his way closer to her. Okay, you've got this. It's only a kiss. He took a deep breath, puffed his chest, and-

Well, I don't have to tell you everything.