Something Different - Skitscape and Fawdz

The Date

In a surge of bravery, I lean my head on Dan's shoulder. He doesn't say or do anything, so I assume it's okay. I smile to myself. Never do I want this movie to end.

The movie is some sort of action-romance thing. All I know is that there's explosions and kissing. There's a lady with dark red hair who blows something up and doesn't look at the explosion. "Cool," Dan says. "Hey, she kind of looks like you!" I giggle. She doesn't look like me at all. Her hair is darker and her eyes are brown and she's a badass in the movie. Above all, she's a beautiful actress, whereas I'm a mediocre-looking teen.

"She doesn't look like me!" I laugh, a bit too loudly. The people around us shush me angrily.

"Yeah, she does! Nice red hair..." I laugh again. He swears to himself. He thinks he's being awkward again, but to me, it's sweet. A boy has never called me pretty before (wow, really, how pathetic is my nonexistent love life?).

Except for Dan. As our date progresses, I really take a liking to this boy. He's really funny and sweet and I think it's cute whenever he thinks he messed up and hisses "fuck" under his breath. The cursing doesn't really bother me; in fact, I find it kind of attractive when he swears.

At some point, our hands unclasp as we whisper to each other. I can't help but smile as we speak. We whisper about the movie and crack jokes and I'm pretty sure I start blushing at some point. But we stop talking when the movie gets to a quieter, more romantic part.

The lady with the red hair is making out with the enemy or something, I'm not really paying attention. I don't really care about love stories from books and movies, they're never real. They're pretty and dream-like, unlike actual relationships. Actual relationships normally end in heartbreak and pain.

I hadn't thought about this until now. What if things don't work out? What if we end up breaking it off? What if I revert back to my old, stupid, shy-as-hell self?

Nevermind that now. You're on a date, Lily Aiden, and goddammit you're going to enjoy it.

Eventually, unfortunately, the movie ends. He takes my hand once more as we leave the theater. I lean my head on his shoulder again as we walk across the parking lot, the chilly night air surrounding us.

When we get home, we stop in the hallway between our apartments. "I really had a nice time tonight," I say, and it sounds cliché, like something someone in a movie would say. I don't really know what else to say, I'm not very good at dating...

I realize that I repeat things a lot.

"As did I," he says, and I turn and face him. I stare up into his deep, ocean blue eyes. They seem to sparkle under the dim hallway light.

His fingers brush the tufts of hair that escaped my braid over my ears, and his I feel his soft touch as his hand lingers there.

I step up on the tips of my toes, and he meets me halfway.