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¹⁰⁾ ᵖᵗ² the first day of my life

[JANE POV.]

❝ I remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning, and I thought it was strange you said everything changed, you felt as if you just woke up ! ❞

━ CHAPTER NINE, PART TWO.

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IT WAS like nothing ever happened.

we were just there, talking like old times. It was almost as if that year of us avoiding each other had never happened, that me expressing my feelings had never happened- that max never happened.

mike took the stem of the cherry that sat on top of his milkshake in between his fingers, and slowly pulled it out of the cream that it was planted in previously.

"oh my god, are you one of those people that eat those artificial ass cherries?" I asked with disgust.

"what? they're good," he protested, dropping the cherry itself into his mouth and pulling so that the stem was left behind.

I scrunched my face up as he laughed, the two of us being the main source of noise in the room apart from the low 50s music that circulated through the diner.

we were the only ones in Johnny's besides that actual workers, and even though the atmosphere edged on being quite lonely or even scary- it was comfortable. It always was with him.

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"thank you!" I called back as the waiter began cleaning our table, the two of us exiting the diner as mike held the door open for me.
"wow, what a gentlemen," I remarked with a laugh.

"don't worry about it," he replied, with his arm dropping over my shoulder.
"so, where to now?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat at his touch.
"anywhere, really," he said with a shrug, the two of us lazily trotting down the dark sidewalk.
"movie?" I questioned, saying the first thing that popped into my head.
"dinner and a movie? damn ives, you treat me well."
"don't worry about it," I winked.

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we walked into the dim theater hesitantly, gazing at our surroundings. once again, we really seemed to be one of the only ones in there, as the other occupants of the theater were all scattered in the seats far from our own.

"ladies first," he whispered sharply, gesturing for me to go ahead of him into my seat.
"wow, you're so chivalrous tonight. you're starting to make me think this is a date," I said sarcastically.
"what else would it be?" he joked, with a light punch to the side of my arm.
I knew he was joking, but the thought somehow couldn't escape my mind.
a date with mike wheeler. it's all I've ever really wanted.

the movie blared loud music at us as we both glued our eyes to the monitor. It was a good movie, I guess, but confusing. It went too fast, and it was almost overwhelming, as if everything was happening all at once. mike told me this was because that was how the main character's life felt, overwhelming, confusing, and all at once. something I could relate to.

suddenly, I felt a warm presence hovering over my shoulders. mike's arm was resting on the back of my seat, his touch just barely grazing my own shoulders. I felt a shiver enter my spine, and looked over at him.
to my surprise, he was already looking at me.
the light from the movie reflected off of his face, as flashes of light and shadows interchanged on his features.
he's beautiful, is all I could think.
and no, I didn't think he was the most handsome, or the most attractive person. but i think he was the most beautiful person I've ever met. everything about him. the way he smiled, the way our banter could be tossed back and forth so carelessly, how he could make me laugh so hard I felt my organs would fall out, how when he looked at me it was like I was going to explode in the best way possible. how every time we touched it was like it would leave a burning imprint on my skin, and how carefully he thought about things and chose his words. I loved all of that about him. I loved all of him.

"what?" he suddenly asked, a smile growing on his face as the two of us maintained our eye contact.
"what?" I asked back, my own smile forming.
he shrugged in silence, his eyes still locked into mine, and a grin still present.
I giggled, and with my heart beating loudly in my chest, I decided to lay my head on his shoulder.

his body tensed up under me and I smirked, hearing his heart beating just as fast as mine was. I'd give anything to know what was going through his head at that moment, but all I knew was that our heart beats seemed to be pounding in sync: both fast, both loud, both full of nervousness yet excitement.

I decided to nuzzle my head closer to his neck, and I could tell my curls were tickling his face, but he didn't seem to care.

it was just like that night under the tree. it was dark, my head was resting on his shoulder, and we were safe in each other's grasp. comfortable.

our fingers somehow found their way towards each other, and naturally interlocked.

in that moment, I realized what people meant when they spoke of the word home. I'd never known before that day. I'd always thought that home was a place, but I never realized home could be a person.

with him- I was finally home.

in that moment any thought of max or anything outside of our own little dark universe in the theater, where it was perfectly normal for two seemingly "just friends" to hold hands, disappeared completely. it was like the world outside had vanished, and we were the only two living organisms left. and to be honest, I was okay with that, because if the world were to end tomorrow, I thought to myself,

I would want to be with him.

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hi everyone!! so lately I've been kind of in a slump with writing as this chapter and the last chapter (pt 1 of first day of my life) aren't my favorite but hopefully the more I write the better it'll get. I hope you like this one though even though I don't haha, pt 3 coming soon!! after pt 3 the plot will definitely thicken you'll see lol
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