This entire thing was inspired by a sort-of disturbing dream I had last night where I was in the position that I've written a new chacter, I'll call her Sara just for the sake of her having a name. Alight? Here we go.

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It's so hard to ignore a guy like the Fonz. When he walks into a room you can feel him, even if he's looking the other way. It's even worse when he actully looks at you. I can feel those big brown eyes staring at me, looking me up and down from behind. I can only immagene what he's thinking.

I've tried for years to avoid him, and the sound of that snap is my greatest fear. I've seen what he turns girls into...giggleing mindless dolls who follow him wherever he wants go to. I don't want to become that, but the warm tingle along my spine betrays all my standers as I fight down a surge of hope that he'll call me this time.

Then I hear it, and just know. He's looking at me, he's called me. For a instant, I freeze, not sure what to do. It defies all my morals, everything I've worked so hard for...but I just can't help it. Maybe it was curiousity, maybe it was fear, or even just the simple force of Fonzie's will that sent me hurring over to him.

About three steps into my half-run, I paused agian. So many thoughts tumbled into my mind at once. This is just plane wrong...I've heard roumors about dates with Fonzie...sometimes it leads to so much more then a simple date. Other times he's the perfict gentleman...the women just have to pray he's in a good mood and unlikely to encounter anyone who he has a problem with. I meet his eyes, and realise that I, like every other girl in Millwalkie, can't resist him.

But I can make it perfictly clear to him that women are human too.

Slowly, I go into a strong-willed, almost defiant walk, staring deep into those eyes and doing my best to keep my mind on track. He has beautiful eyes, it's no wonder their gaze can be felt by whomever they rest on. It's a look that wouldn't work on most men...but the Fonz somehow makes it work for him. Maybe it's the jacket, or maybe it's the darkish complexion. I really don't know.

When I reach him, he puts his arm arround me and pulls me in close. I respond by putting my arm arround his waist and pulling away slightly by looping my thumb in his beltloop and using it as a levrage to fight aginst his hold, pushing myself a mere three fourths of an inch away. Not far enough to arrouse suspision in anyone but far enough to let Fonzie know that I was diffrent from the girls who would cling to him with all their enegery.

He lead me over to the table that I know well is his useal table. He's sitting with that Cunningham guy...I wish I remembered his name. He seems genueally nice, but as they fall into conversation I find myself feeling like the third wheal. I feel more out-of-place then I've ever felt in my life. I'm useally the one domomenating the conversation, but it's diffrent with the Fonz.

Or is it?

Remembering my vow to let the Fonz know just how human the girls he takes home everyday are, I began listening intently to the conversation. They're talking about some problem that Cunningham, I'm guessing his name is Richie since it's the only thing Fonzie's called him thus far asside from "Cunningham" and "Red"

It's obviously girl trouble. The typical thing of I-like-her-she-dosen't-like-me problem. I wonder why he's talking to Fonzie about it...I doubt the Fonz is an expert in the aria of rejection. Fonzie, however, keeps offering tips that Richie says he's already tried...and useally he refrences another girl when he claims he tried that tip. I feel like smacking myself in the head. For a nice guy he's sure stupid if he thinks all girls will react the same to everything. Maybe it's from being arround the Fonz for too long.

Finally, I butt in. "If it's so hard to win her back, why don't you just forget about it?"

Richie looks at me in surprise, and Fonzie stiffens beside me. I'm not sure weather to hope I made him mad or pray I didn't. The last thing I need is someone that powerful hating me...and I also don't need to share the bond of forgiveness with him. Finally, I contunue. "I'm serious, if it's as hopless as you think then she's obviously not intrested..." I paused, realising my shot at horrablly dammaging Fonzie's ego and said "although why is beyond me, she's most likely a mental case to stay away from a guy like you...which is another reason to stay away from her."

Now Fonzie isn't just stiff, he's rigid. His eyes keep darting arround, and realisation dawned. He's terrifed of Richard Cunningham stealing his date! Oh god, what an ego! He can get another date with a simple snap of his fingers. I'm nothing more then decoration to him...so why should he care? Suddenly, I'm boiling with anger...and I instinctivly take it out on the wrong person.

I cut off Cunningham, who had only begun to protest with a loud "My god, Richie, when a girl isn't intrested you can't just push her. Maybe you wouldn't have so many problems if you actully gave a second glance to girls who actully wear something bigger then a size six!"

And with that, I was up, using my hold on Fonzie that he had pulled me into to drag him along. To my great surprise, he didn't struggle, instead he just shot an appoligitic glance at Richie and changed position so that my hand slid onto his arm. He reached out to open both doors but I swiftly opened the one on the left, my door, on my own. I held it as he paused, staring expectantly at him. Soon, he followed suit by opening only his own door and we walked out...a much diffrent exit then he was use to.

I guess he finally realised that if he wants to go on a date with me, I'll have to have complete control.

I really should've just bolted for the door. Actully going anywhere with Fonzie was a big mestake. We walked over to his motercycle and he climbed on. I slid on behind him, and aquard silence filled the air. Then the engene started up, and I wrapped my arms arround his waist.

That was something else I'd always feared. Motercycles. They're so fast...with nothing but your own grip to keep you from falling off. Give me a nice little car any day and I'm fine, but motercycles terrify me. Fonzie gets the bike moving, and suddenly we're off. I can feel the engene roaring beneath me, and Fonzie's back pressed into my chest.

Suddenly, all my anger and fear vanishes in a serge of adryelene. My arms are arround his waist , and I realise that nothing can hurt me here. The shear power of the machene races through my body, and suddenly I understand why a motercycle is The Fonz's transportation of choice. It's a wonderful power trip to be able to control such a powerful beast of a machene. I guess he just loves a chalange.

I've had so many emotions bottled up in me for the past ten minutes, and the power that I suddenly feel rushes them to the surface so I have to eather laugh or cry. I don't want to do ither, so I burry my face in Fonzie's back, squeezing my eyes shut to hold back the tears. Then, I hear Fonzie say "It's alright, relax. You've gotta lean with me or we'll be stuck going in a straight line. We're coming up on a left turn."

I did as he said, I relaxed. How I mannaged to relax was a complete mystery to me, but suddenly I felt something else taking over my body, and as Fonzie leaned into the turn, I followed his lead. We smoothly spwept to the left, right, left, left, right. That order is forever engraved in my mind. I could problly walk these streets blindfolded after this.

Finally we arrive at a house. Fonzie drives his motercycle arround it, and parks. I climb off, my legs shaking. Without warning, my knees buckle. Fonzie is suddenly there, off his bike with his right arm arround my back and his left holding my right hand. His voice is almost a whisper as he asks "Are you alright?"

Nodding, I find myself using the last of my enegery to fight down tears. The motercycle was a trip into fantisy, and now I've come crashing back to reality. I'm looking deep into those eyes, completly powerless aginst what they hold for me. I did a good job in the begining...but now I knew that it was hopeless. I'd just have to play along and be the good little date for the rest of the evening.

The last of my convictions flead as his lips came down on mine and heat raced through me, forcing me to return the kiss. I poured my heart into it, sending all the emotions I'd felt in the last...how long had it been? Fifteen minutes? Half an Hour? An hour?" I had no idea, and I no longer cared. Nothing mattered but Fonzie. I suddenly understood. Fonzie didn't have the luck with women because of his coolness or the hold his eyes had over you...although that was certinally part of it. Women loved him because he was gentle and tender, and always knows exactly what you want.

Slowly, he broke off the kiss leaving me hungering for more. So that's his trick to keep the girls intrested. Slowly, he half-carried me up a set of stairs into an attic of sorts that was decorated as an appartment. Pictures of at least nine women decorated slanted wall at the head of the bed, I tried not to look at them. A small table rested near the center of the room, and there was a small kitchen off to the side and a door that, prusuemally, lead to his bathroom in the back.

"Nice place." I finally said, plopping down into a chair, exaused. I had no idea how I'd survive the rest of the date.

"You hungry?" Fonzie asked "We never got anything to eat at Arnolds."

Nice of him to mention that place without mentioning my less-then-courtious behavior there. I nod, absently and he strides into the kitchen. I notice how at ease he is here, and a thought crosses my mind that catches me completly offguard. Maybe I misjudged him. Maybe this is my chance to get to know the real him. A slight smile crosses my face as a third maybe crosses my mind. Maybe I'll come away from this date without the strong desire to make an anti-Fonz orgizionation.

I hate him.

I hate him so much that I'm afraid I'll do or say something I'll toatlly regret if I ever so much as lay eyes on him agian. As if I don't already regret tonight.

He took me on another ride on his motercycle, and agian, I was powerless after the adryelene rush. The motercycle ride was nothing but the dropoff at my place. It had been a nice date. Not ideal for the first date, but nice.

We talked over some leftover spegetti that he'd warmed up for the two of us. After appoligizing about three times I shut him up the only way I was sure he'd respond to. After that there was plenty of kissing and zero talking. We went downstairs to the Cunninghams house and watched television. That was when things started going downhill.

Richie had decided to sit with us for some unknown reason.. I was pratically laying on the couch, cuttled up with Fonzie. It was a posisiton I had once sworn I would never find myself in...but it was amazingly confrotable. Fonzie kept trying to get Richie to go away, and Richie was about to do so... Then Richie stopped and appoligized to me for what happened at Arnolds...and the two of us began talking. Suddenly, Fonzie knew what it was like to be the third wheal, and he started leaving. Before he walked out the kitchen door he gave me that look...and I just felt I had to go with him.

We went back upstairs, and we were stuck in aquard silence for about fifteen minutes before he decided to take me home. We got outside, I took one look at that motercycle and my knees buckled. I started shaking. Fonzie thought it was from the cold so he put his jacket arround my shoulders. Nice and gentlemanly of him if you ask me...it fits surprisingly well too.

When the motercycle stopped, I didn't go faint from the power surge. I got mean. I looked back at him and said "For the record, I hate motercycles, I hate being dragged away from a conversation, and I hate it when I feel I'm being forced into things."

Fonzie got all confused an insaulted and said "I didn't drag you away from anything...and you could've told me you didn't like motercycles. I could've gotten a car."

I was angry agian now, and I said "You guilt tripped me into following you back to your appartment, and then we just sat and stared at eachother for fifteen freaken' minutes." He was about to say something, but I wouldn't let him. I said "Don' t tell me you don't know what you can do to someone with those big brown eyes of yours, Fonzerelli. You're as manipulative as they come, and If I never see you agian it'll be too soon." And with that, I turned and walked into my house, leaving The Fonz toatlly stunned.

The doorbell rings. I hurridlly wipe the tears away from my face fruitlessly. They're still pouring down my cheeks. I give up and walk to the door. Opening it, I see Fonzie standing there, looking sheepish in just his T-shirt and jeans...

Just his T-shirt and jeans...Oh God, I still have his jacket. I reached for my sleave to start pulling it off when my defiant attude takes over. I abousoutly, positivly refuse to do anything unless he asks.

Fonzie noticed my tears. He lookes even more surprised then he has at any other time during our date. "I..." he began, completly unsure of where to start. "I thought you'd be happy right about now."

"Happy?" I snapped, making the mestake of meating his eyes. "Oh yeah, this was really the best date of my life. I have so much to be happy for." My voice dripped with scarsiam, and I could litterally see Fonzie recoil.

"I ment happy that it was over." Fonzie corrected. "Happy that you'd gotten away from me for the rest of the night. Most girls are depressed at the end of their date with me because it's over. I figured that since you don't like me..."

His causeal acceptence of the fact took me by surprise. He must've seen the surprise on my face because he looked pleased to have caught me offguard. With that, I realised what this was...it was a contest of wills, a mind game. Keeping my voice as steady as possible I said calmly "Hate isn't an easy emotion to deal with."

Fonzie is gasping slightly. Problly from the cold, maybe from the absence of his jacket, I can feel his breath on my face from even a foot away. I'm completly lost in his eyes, and his jacket smells like him. It's too much like when we were kissing. The tears come harder, and I make a chocked sob sound.

Reaching out with a gentle hand, The Fonz brushes tears from my left cheek. His hand is surpsingly warm for such a cold night. The tears come faster as I twist away from him, smacking at his arm wildly. "Get away from me! Why are you even here?"

"You still have my jacket." he responded. He's trying to sound cool and colected, but I hear his voice crack. This is what I get for trying to see the real Author Fonzerilli...because he's willing to show it.

My hands shaking, I grab my left sleave and yank it from my arm, letting the jacket fall carelessly to the ground as I stride over to my couch. I realise that walking inside with the door left open is more then an invation for him to follow me. I don't care.

I plop down on my couch, and he follows, Jacket drapped over his arm. I'd expected him to put it back on. Instead, he sits beside me and says "and I think we need to talk."

"About what?" I snap back at him.

I don't look up at him. He takes hold of my chin and lifts my head up. "About everything." I look into his eyes...and just completly melt. He looks so kind, so tender...it's so hard to beleave that he's really cold and demanding. Maybe that's just his front...maybe this is the real him. "You're beautiful, and strong, and maybe the most passionate woman I've ever met. Tonight ment more to me then the avrage date because I respect you more then the avrage woman. You can keep a man on his toes...and I like that. But about you saying that you hate me...I don't buy that for a minute."

"Why not?" I ask, completly breathless. "It's...It's..." Only then do I realise that he's right not to buy it. I don't hate him. Not anymore.

"Sara." he says my name so tenderly. It was the first time all night he's said it. "If you really hated me, you never would've returned my kisses. Would you have?"

I shake my head. "I...so maybe I don't hate you. But...but..."

"But I'm willing to take it slow." Fonzie commented. "I'll be careful. You set the rules, and I'll follow them. That's how much I respect...and like you."

I'm suddenly faced with the worst decision of my life. One that I can't make while he's right here, overpowering me with his loving stare and warm hands covreing mine. Finally, I mannage to say "Can you give me some time to think? Please?"

Fonzie nodded, stood up, and slid into his jacket. He suddenly looked much more like the Fonz that I knew, and less like the man who had just poured his heart out to me. "Alright." he said "I'll give you time. Why don't you come to me when you're ready?"

I nod timidly, and Fonzie turns arround and walks out of the house. Instantly, I feel an emptyness inside and the tears start up agian. I hadn't even realised they'd stopped. Flopping down on my couch, I begin sobbing agian.

Once the tears are gone, then I can decide.