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A/N: This one is pretty lengthy. It took me a few days to finish. It's actually happy. I was inspired by a lovely angel.  Enjoy! 🙈🙈

Inspired by: Shelby(can't tag her for reasons) and her wonderful poem about a blonde kitten with the voice of an angel.

~Samm =^~^=

So he said the right words. And I agreed. It's set for the next day. What to wear? Where will we go? What will happen? Maybe I shouldn't stress about it. I'll go to bed. There'll be plenty of time to prepare tomorrow. No need to tear my closet and room a part now. The morning comes soon. I awake with a smile. First things first, a shower. Once clean, it's outfit time. A search through my room produces the perfect outfit. Sure it takes awhile but it all turned out okay. Now for hair, it's finally dry. What to do with it? Maybe I'll curl it. Okay, now for makeup. This is simple. I'll gather my things now. There's a knock at the door. The nerves set in. I open the door and there he is. A blonde angel in ripped skinnies and a flannel. He's also wearing a leather jacket and Vans. There's a sparkle in his shimmering green eyes. He appears happy but how can I tell for sure? He holds out his hand and I take it. He leads me to the car and opens the door for me like a gentleman. The small confined space of the car holds an awkward atmosphere. I don't know how to crack it. He throws me a dazzling smile as he starts the car. I flash him a nervous one back. It's then that he notices the slight tension. He asks if I want the radio on. I nod in appreciation. He presses a button and some station plays all the songs I don't know. The ones I never want to. I search my bag for an axillary cord. I have to turn off these sounds that are making my ears bleed. I'm not in to the "Top 40" I plug the cord into the stereo system and the murderous sounds cut off, abruptly. He glances over, confused. I attach the cord to my device. I sift through my music looking for the perfect song. At last, I stumble on it and tap play. The song is his. He looks at me in shock. I ignore his surprise and sing along to the sounds from the speakers. He laughs at my silly antics. Before long, he's singing along. Sounding so much like an angel that my singing stutters into silence. I soak in the sound of his voice. I'm unsure if I'll ever get to hear him this purely ever again. I don't know if I'll ever get to see him like this ever again. I don't know if I'll ever get him all to myself again. I drink in every second I get to be with him. He doesn't even know how I feel. Well, not completely. He doesn't know what he means to me. What this day means to me. I'm making the best out of what I have right here, right now. He notices my silence and glances over to catch me staring. Another dazzling smile as I blush and turn away. After a minute, I feel my embarrassment fade away and I can sing again. My playlist blares a random mix of really everything. He seems amused by my eclectic taste in music. We soon arrive at a restaurant. With a smile I notice it's my favorite place. He cuts the engine and rushes around to open my door once again. He takes my hand and I place it on his arm. There's a proud smile on his face as he leads me into the restaurant. He gives the hostess his name and she takes us to a reserved table. I see the stares as we're taken to our seats. I can feel the jealousy emanating off the girls we pass. Even the hostess sends him a flirty smile once we reach our destination. He thanks her without even a glance in her direction. When his back is turned, I toss her a snarky look. She rolls her eyes and stalks off. Once he's seated, I ask him why he chose this restaurant. Now he's blushing. He mumbles and stutters out a story about asking my best friend where to take me. An adoring smile consumes my face as I reach my hand across the table to take his. I tell him what it means to me that he put thought into this. He beams, triumphantly. I can see him glowing with pride. The waitress comes to take our orders. She also attempts to flirt with him. He doesn't seem to notice. She doesn't even look at me, only to glare a hateful sneer at me. It's my turn to roll my eyes. She flits off to place our orders. He can I chat until we get our drinks. She flirts with him again. His eyes never grace her. The green gems never waver from me. The girl is pissed. But I don't care. In fact I'm rather happy at the prospect. More talking and soon the food arrives. Talking continues a little while we eat. Getting to know him is the best thing I could ask for. He makes me laugh. I feel special to be here with him. Not too long later, we finish eating. He pays the bill but we don't move. We sit there talking for close to five minutes more. Then he tells me there's more that just this. I'm confused but I go along with it. We leave to the car and he takes me somewhere new. We end up at the mall and I'm confused once more. He takes me up the escalator and then I realize that we're there to see a movie. I almost ask which one but decide to let it be a surprise. I really like those. He makes not move to tell me what we're seeing. I stay back as he gets the tickets. I have no desire to spoil the surprise. Once he has the tickets, he returns to take my hand. We walk lazily to the theater. The movie won't start for a short while. He holds doors open for me and escorts me to my choice of seats. Even after we sit down he doesn't release my hand. We talk and laugh quietly as the previews and ads play. Soon the lights flicker in warning. The lights go out and the screen lights up with the opening parts. Once it truly starts I almost scream. It's TMNT. He took me to see TMNT! That just pushed this day even more over the top. I squeeze his hand and glue my eyes to the screen, sitting on the edge of my seat. I can feel him staring at me but I ignore him to focus on the movie. When the film ends and the lights come up, we gather our things and file out of the theater. He swapped holding my hand for an arm around my shoulders. I lean into him naturally and babble on about the movie. By the lack of communication on his part, I can only assume he spent the entire time staring at me. I don't voice my assumptions because I'm not sure if I want to be right or wrong. Once more he informs me that this day is not over, as we descend the escalator. At the bottom, I spot a photo booth and ask him if he's up for it. A grin takes over his face that I can't describe. With a slight tug, he pulls me toward it. Thankfully, no one's using it. We set up what we want and set it to print two copies. We take multiple photos. One of them had him blushing for sure. One caught me tomato red. In the end we're both laughing uncontrollably. We take our copies of the photos and head for the car again. His arm is still around me. As we walk to the car, we're spotted by fans. He goes to ignore them but I gesture him on. They're the reason he is where he is. He allows himself to meet them but won't leave me out of the spotlight. He keeps some sort of skin contact with me the whole time. Surprisingly, the fans are cool with it. They even ask to include me in their photos. I allow it but I remain skeptical of their motives. While he signs a few thing, they ask him questions about me. With every question and answer, his grin grows. By the end he's beaming. There's this happy glow about him that I can't place. He waves goodbye as we head to the car, one arm firmly around my waist. The next place he takes me is by far the most populated but also my favorite. We end up at the zoo of all places. I grin, though I've been there more than a thousand times and nothing is ever really any different. It's one of my favorite places to be. Surrounded by animals. He gives me a turn to decide what we do and I drag him around to all of my favorite exhibits. We see the penguins and the polar bears. The wolves and the wallabies. The birds and the tigers. We see the lizards and the fish. We see basically everything. We get to meet and pet the "zoo dogs". We were stopped a lot by fans and I usually wandered off. Whenever he removed his hand or arm, I disappeared on him. He always found me because I tried not to drift too far away. That didn't stop him from worrying and freaking out. As we were heading for the exit, he asked if I wanted a souvenir. I told him is wasn't necessary. He didn't seem to believe that because he stopped and bought everything I even glanced at with any note of interest. And he refused to let me carry the bags. By the time we reached the exit, he was carrying close to ten bags in each hand. I kept telling him he didn't need to but he didn't listen. When we got to the car, he opened the door for me and then put the bags in the backseat. Once he was behind the wheel, he gave me a choice. We could go do one more thing or he could take me home. I noticed that the sun was starting to set but I didn't want to say goodbye yet. The choice was quick and easy. I suggested we go get ice cream and watch the sun set. By the brightness of his smile, it was clear I made the right choice. He took us to a small ice cream shop called "Planet". Another of my favorite places. We ordered what we wanted and sat at a picnic table to watch the sunset. I sat close to him and reveled in this moment. We didn't have to talk. Just being here like this was enough for both of us. It was quiet and romantic. When we finished our frozen treat, we cuddled at the table and watched the sun drop behind the horizon. When the last of the glowing orange rays were gone, we got back in the car and drove toward my house. When we got there, we lingered in the car for a few minutes. The inevitable was coming. He walked me to the door with all those bags weighing him down. I unlocked the door and dropped my bag just inside the door. I took the bags from him and they joined it on the floor. His hands were free and he kept looking at me. He took both of my hands and pulled me closer, over the threshold. The only light was the sparkling stars and the buzzing streetlights. The moon hung in the sky like a glow-in-the-dark ball. He pulled me into him, arms locking around my waist. Mine found their home around his shoulders. We both knew what was happening. I hoped he couldn't hear my heart racing or feel my ragged breaths. I hoped he didn't notice my shaking or realize this was my first. He moves ever closer. His breath is shaky too. Before I'm ready, before I know what's happening, he leans forward that centimeter more. He kisses me. A small gasp leaves me but I kiss him back. He tastes like strawberry ice cream and sweet tea. My thoughts cut off and my heart seems to stop. My legs get wobbly. I'm thankful he's holding me or I'd drop. I pull him impossibly closer. I never want this to end. But all good things must come to an end. And, sadly, air is important. We slowly pulled away. He was beaming when we locked eyes. The question hidden in his green gems asked for a second date. The words that left his mouth were "be mine". There was only one answer to both: "yes". He was so overjoyed, he kissed me again. And he took my breath away. I felt myself blushing when he stepped back. We both knew he couldn't stay. But oh, how I wanted him to. I never wanted him to leave. I never wanted this day to end. Were we immortal, we wouldn't need to sleep. We could live each day like it was never ending. I knew he had to return to his band. I knew he had to go. I knew I couldn't keep him forever. He had fans to make happy. He had music to make. His time was precious. I was thankful for what I had. He made it clear he didn't want to leave. He never wanted to be away from me. He promised to be back. A promise he kept. He was there the next day. He begged me to go with him. He had to leave and said he wouldn't go anywhere without me anymore. I couldn't say no. I left a life behind me. I left friends and family and pets. But none of that matters when you're in love. None of that means anything without him. Life didn't make sense without him in it. So I up and left. There was nothing here if I didn't have him. Now I live with the sun. And he makes me happier everyday. He gives me the world even though he doesn't have to. We have plans for the rest of our lives. I hope they work out. With love, I know we'll get there. So that's our story and we're sticking to it. 

A/N: This is 28 pages handwritten. Hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think. Okay bye!

~Samm =^~^=