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I walk out of my bathroom when I'm done getting around and Jeremiah is sitting on my bed. Even though I know he's there I almost can't believe the sight. Jeremiah Fisher, the hottest dude to ever exist, is sitting on my bed, after spending the night in MY bedroom, and after we, well, made out? I don't really know what it was. But it felt like more than a make out.

"Yes or no?" Jeremiah says, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Sorry, what did you ask?" I say turning around and pretending to mess with something on my vanity so he doesn't see the scarlet red appear on my cheeks. "Do you want to hangout today? Like at my house or we can go somewhere?" He repeats. I turn around when the blush is gone. "Yeah sure, have any secret places or cool hangout spots?" I ask him. "Actually, I have a place I think you would love, we have to wait until sunset though," he says. "Why?" I ask. "Because it seems boring in the middle of the day, but it's a perfect spot at sunset and night," he tells me.

"So what should we do in the meantime?" I ask. "We can always just drive around, find stuff to do," he tells me. "Immediately yes. I love going for drives" I say sliding my Nike Blazers on. "Okay," he laughs, putting in his shoes. We walk outside together to his car and I suddenly feel nervous that Belly is gonna see us. She probably noticed he was gone last night, and we're walking out of my house together. I want to tell Belly, but there's not anything to tell her until we're official. I don't want to get her or my own hopes up.

Jere starts his jeep and hands me the aux. "Really?" I ask him excitedly. "Yeah," he giggles. "What, should I be scared of your music taste?" he asks. "Yes." I respond with a serious face. I start playing Paper Rings by Taylor Swift. "Oh my god I love Taylor Swift," Jeremiah says and starts singing the lyrics with me. "I've never met a guy who likes Taylor Swift!" I say.

"Wait! Can we stop for slurpees?" I ask. "Obviously," he says immediately pulling into a gas station. We run inside together and I grab the largest cup they have. "Are you really gonna drink all of that?" he asks. "Duh, and I'll pay for them, since I asked," I tell him. "Uhm, no," he says. "What?" I say confused. "I'm not gonna let a girl pay, especially not on a date," he says. "Date?" I ask him smirking. "You know what I meant," he says seriously and quickly looks away. "Yeah, I think you meant this is a date," I say and grab his hand to intertwine our fingers. He looks at me and smiles and I smile up at him.

"I can't decide between a cherry slurpee or a blue raspberry slurpee. Because blue raspberry is my favorite but I'm kinda craving cherry," I say trying to decide. "Well you get blue raspberry and I'll get cherry and we can share," he says. I look at him with a blank expression on my face. This might sound silly, but I think I just fell in love. "That's like, the perfect solution," I tell him and start to fill my cup up with blue raspberry slurpee. Jeremiah fills his cup and then pays for our drinks, and a pack of gum I asked for because he's such a gentleman.

We get back in the jeep and I continue playing music. "Wanna get food?" he asks. "Sure," I respond. "What do you like?" he asks, turning to look at me. "Anything really," I tell him trying not to be difficult. "How about Chick-fil-a?" He asks. "Oh my god yes," I respond. We go to the drive thru at Chick-fil-a and I order a salad. Waiting in line it's very quiet so my mind starts to run. I start to relive that moment at the country club. And last night.

He hasn't kissed me today. I want him to kiss me. We aren't dating, are we? No, someone has to ask the other person out to date, right? I think he has to make it official. What if he thinks we're dating? He wouldn't of been embarrassed to call this a date if he did. Should I ask him? No, I want him to ask me. Should I kiss him though? I'm gonna. Not right now, not in the middle of a Chick-fil-a drive thru line. That's weird. I grab my slurpee to take a drink.

We get our food and Jeremiah pulls out of the parking lot. "Where to?" he asks. "My house? We can hangout in my backyard," I tell him. He nods his head. I want to hang out in my backyard because it's a very romantic place. I know that sounds weird but it really is. I have a pool, and a hot tub, and a hammock, and a cabana. All coupley stuff. After a few minutes he pulls into my driveway. I get out of the car carrying my slurpee and salad. I push my backyard gate open with my foot and lead Jeremiah to my yard. I sit in the cabana leaving enough room for him to come sit beside me.

We finish our lunch talking about random stuff. I pull the pack of gum out of my pocket and put a piece in my mouth. I hand one to Jeremiah, hoping he takes it so I can have the wrapped. He takes it and I ask for his wrapper. "Why do you want this?" he asks. "Just give me it," I say grabbing it out of his hands. I concentrate on the piece of paper trying to remember how to do this. After a few minutes I figure it out and then hand it to him. I then repeat the steps with my gum wrapper and slide it on my finger. "Put it on," I tell him. "Paper rings," he says, sliding his ring on. "Y'know I think that kinda has to be our song now.