Chapter Ninteen - First Date

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Frank asked me to go to the park with him, like on a date.  I, of course, quickly agreed and told him I'd see him at 3.  It's 2:45 now and I'm still in my pyjamas.  At least I'm out of bed. 

I go to my closet and spend a good three minutes staring before the reality hits me that I have about ten minutes to get completely ready to leave.  I quickly grab a black sweater with big white letters on the back that read "GAME OVER", some black ripped skinny jeans, and a red beanie.  I don't even bother to look at myself in the mirror and just rush into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair and apply eyeliner.

Remembering what happened when I went to the movies with Frank, I knock on Mikey's door and tell him that I'm going to hang out with Frank and make sure to grab my phone before walking out. I pretend to be calm walking out the door, but the second it shuts behind me I begin to run, since I now have five minutes to get to a place that's just under twenty minutes away. If I run I just might be able to cut that down to ten.

By the time I finally arrive it's 3:12, and Frank is nowhere in sight. He isn't even here yet. I ran all the way here and he isn't even here yet! I take out my phone to text him and ask when he's gonna get here, but after thinking it over I realize that I don't wanna sound clingy or anything, so I put my phone back in my pocket and keep an eye out for him. 

After five minutes I see his red and black hair from behind, trying to find me.  I quickly decide to sneak up on him, and run behind a tree to hide.  He turns around and walks past me, so I creep out from behind the tree and jump on his back. 

He screams in fear, but immediately stops when he realizes it's only me.  I fall to the ground laughing, while Frank glares at me.  "Fuck you," he breathes.  I stand up, wheezing.  "Love you too, babe."  I say jokingly.  I smile and peck him on the lips.

"Let's go on the swings!" I shout excitedly, realizing the swing set is empty. I grab Frank's hand and pull him over to the swings, smiling. I haven't been to a park in years, but I remember how fun swings are.

Frank and I sit next to each other and kick off the ground. I have a little bit of trouble at first, since it's been so long, but I quickly remember how to go back and forth and soon enough Frank and I are both high up in the air.

I laugh loudly, this is the most fun I've had in years! I look over at Frank and see that we're swinging in perfect unison.

"Hey look, we're double dating!" Frank yells at me and I blush.

"What's that?" I ask. Frank gives me a slightly surprised look before answering, "It's when two people swing in unison." I smile. That's what we're doing!

"We are double dating!" I exclaim, making Frank laugh. Eventually we get off and I breathe heavily, leaning into Frank. "That was so much fun!" I yell, "I haven't been on a swing in years."

"How is that possible?" Frank asks. I smile at him, "I never went outside. Remember?" Frank nods and we walk over to a bench that was slightly hidden behind some trees. Once we're both sat down I lean over and give him a hug.

"I'm so happy you asked me to do this." I smile into his shoulder. He pats my back and replies, "We're a couple now, we have to go on dates. I'm so happy you had fun."

I sit up and stare at him for a moment, before we both lean in. Our lips touch, it's sweet. His lips taste like cherries. When we pull apart Frank looks around before whispering, "show me a magic trick." I gasp and slap his arm lightly, "Frankie! I can't do magic in public, you know that."

Frank looks at me with pleading eyes. "Pleeeaaaassseeee??" He asks, dragging out the word much more than he needs to. "Nobody is here except for us, no one will see you."

I glance around and see that he's right: we are the only ones here. Maybe I could do just one little thing...I close my eyes and sigh. "Fine." Frank smiles brightly and claps. "Yay!!" He exclaims. I laugh at his excitement and look around. I notice a pile of sticks, probably from a child trying to build a tiny fort. Concentrating on nothing else, the sticks catch fire. Frank gasps and claps.

"It's getting a little chilly," I say, "might as well warm up." Frank giggles and hugs me tightly.

"I can't believe my first boyfriend is Harry Potter." Frank mumbles.

I point a finger at Frank and yell, "Expecto Patronum!" Frank fakes a look of hurt. "I'm not a dementor!" I laugh, "No, idiot. You're my Patronus! My Patronus is a Frank!"

Frank giggles. "Well then, my Patronus is a Gee!"

"You don't have a Patronus, Frank, your not magical."

"Hey! I'm a fricken unicorn bitch!"

I laugh. "I know, I'm just kidding. You're the most magical unicorn to ever exist."

Frank and I laugh at each other before kissing again. This time the kiss lasts longer. I tangle my hands in Frank's hair and he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

The kiss gets even more heated, and I can tell things are going to escalate so I pull away. "We're still in public, Frank." I breathe. I didn't want the kiss to end, but it had to before someone saw us.

Frank looks disappointed and I start to feel bad, after all no one was around, but I just don't feel comfortable getting into things while this exposed. I look over at the fire, which is still burning, and make it go out.

"It's getting kinda late, we should probably head home." I whisper. Frank nods reluctantly and we both stand up. We walk home together, hand in hand the whole way. He walks me all the way to my house, past where he's supposed to turn off.

We arrive at my front door and I feel sad, I don't wanna leave Frank. I wanna stay with him for longer. I'll get to see him at school though, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Just as I reach out to turn the doorknob, Frank rests his hand on my shoulder. I turn around and hug him one last time.

"Gee," He whispers into my neck.

"Yeah?" I ask quietly.

"Happy one week and two days anniversary."

I smile and giggle a little bit before pulling away from Frank. "See you at school," I say and kiss his cheek before going inside.

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