Win a Great Fight

Wrapped in a good life,

Wrapped in a bad life.

Sometimes we don't know 

how to stop the strife.

Swallowed in faith,

Swallowed in confusion.

Sometimes we don't know

how to stop the illusion.

Contortions of this,

Contortions of that.

Will we ever stop 

acting like deranged rats?

We think what we feel,

We feel what we must.

Will we ever get to

have any trust?

Feeling love,

Feeling pain.

It seems to be a

never ending rain.

But in the light,

But in the dark,

We see the

endless moving apart.

When will we stop?

When will we remember?

The good times, the bad,

all the times together?

When is enough?

When are we through?

When will we stop

this never-ending brew?

Of lie's?

Of treachery?

These thing's, and more, run

through all our history.

I don't know I like it.

I don't know I care,

for deceitfulness, crimes,

it should all be there.

But with the good,

But with the bad.

We all live here together

so don't you be sad.

So raise up your arms,

So raise up your voice.

We can all be in it together;

it's our singular choice.

Do what you can.

Do what you might.

But I think we all

can win a great fight.

When I watched this video just below, I was crying. This girl is really an amazing person. I don't know if you will be able to watch it, but if you can't just go to Youtube, and watch it there. She is inspiring.

Now, you're the first to know.

Paying Attention

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Thursday, September 20 6:42 p.m.
Dear Diary,
I know that I don't write in you very often, but I just thought that today seemed like a great day to tell you how I feel about this life that I live in. My high school life. Now I know that about 98% of the people on earth have never had a perfect high school life (don't really know about the other 2%), but sometimes I wonder why certain things happen to me. I mean, what did I possibly do to make the universe so angry at me?


Maybe ditching Daniel has something to do with it. Hmmm. I do know for sure though, that from now on I'm going to have to stay as far away from that boy as possible. Why you may ask? I'll tell you:


I was just walking down the 3100 hall (third floor), minding my own business when out pop's Daniel Crass. Almost literally. I mean, I almost jumped that's how mischievous he was.  (Went on one date with him, didn't turn out so well, so I ditched him. But I did tell him that mom had to pick me up, so maybe that helped.) And then he said, 


"Hey, Sam."


"Oh, hi!" Just saying, I was trying sort of hard to make that 'hi' sound nice.


"So how are you? I haven't seen you much, and we both seemed a little distracted at the party. And then your mom had to come and pick you up because it was getting late. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I didn't think that she would mind."


"Oh, well, you know mom's." I said.


"Yeah." Then he had lifted up his hand, and ran it through his hair. Gosh, he's so cute when he's not with his friends, but then when he's with them he's a completely (sort-of completely) different person. I don't really know if I like guy's that act like that.


"Hey," he said, "I was wondering if you wanted to try that date out again?"


"Oh." 


"Yeah, I know that other one was sort of a bust, but how 'bout a do-over?"


Sort of? That's an understatement. "Uh, sure."


"Awesome. So What time would work out best for you?"


"Um. Saturday?"


"Cool! I'll pick you up, Saturday at eight." He said. He actually had sounded truly excited. 


I however, could barely contain my dread. "Great."


He'd smiled at me before he had walked away. See? I don't know how to handle these kind of situations. And now I am stuck into going on the stupid date with that guy again. Sigh. I guess that the only thing that I can do now is not show off my charismatic charming self to him. I'll have to be ordinary. I can't laugh at many  of his jokes, and pretend that I don't get most of them. I'll have to be boring.

***

Today is Friday, and that mean's that tomorrow is Saturday, which means that tomorrow is going to be my second date with Daniel. Hoo-freaking-raw. Well I guess that when I look at the positives of it, it would be that a boy (a really cute one in fact, just one that sucks on dates) has asked me out twice. That's cool.

BAM! I suddenly make contact with someone in the halls. I don't really worry about checking to see who it is  until after I see some hands (nice big, masculine hands) picking up some of my stuff. I let my eyes drift up to the face of this person and I see that it's Jeremie. Yes, Adonis Jeremie. I am trying to think up something to say, when he finally speaks for me.

"Here ya go." He hands me my math book. There's something about that book that makes it not want to stay in my hands. Like it's poison or something.

"Thanks." I finally say through shy eyes.

"You're welcome... klutz."


"Shut up." I say, playfully hitting him.


"Ooh, good comeback."


I give him a look, smile, and shove him a little away. He laughs, and then grabs at my waist where it's most ticklish. I've always been so ticklish there, and people like to use it for there benefit. And it's usually guy's that like to do it to me the most. I start giggling, and then I begin to run away a little, but not to far, because I, of course, want him to catch up with me again. He does, and then he comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist to get a better jab at tickling me. I laugh harder until I can't breath, and then I slap his arms away weakly, and walk over to a bench, still giggling a little. 


He joins me, and I can see by the look on his face that he wants to tickle me again. But I wont let him. No. I put up a hand between us to show him that enough is enough, even though my face probably is very poor at portraying that.


"Hey," I start saying, "did you get the math?"

"Yeah. You need help with it?"

"Yeah. Just a bit."

"Okay."

I pull out my homework and then he try's to guide me through it, five minutes before the bell rings. I'm trying to grasp it as well as I can in a short span of time, but, strangely, it's as if I'm trying to learn a foreign language within five minutes. I just can't do it.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not getting it. And there's only about a minute before the bell rings, so how about we just call it quits. I'll just turn it in late, it's okay."

"No, no, no." He say's through his super sexy, sweet, Greek god voice. "Here, just copy off mine, and it'll be okay."

"She would notice that the answer's are the same. AND that I suddenly became a lot better at math. AND that I finished all of my homework."

"Then we tell her that I helped you with it. Which wouldn't completely be a lie, now would it?"

How can I say no to him? "Are you sure?"

"Yes, now copy. The bell is going to ring any second now."

"Okay, okay."

So I'm sitting there copying, and then standing up and copying, and then walking and copying. It's very difficult work really.

"Tell me if I'm going to run into someone."

"You're going to-"

And then I run straight into a girl in front of me. It's a girl on the cheer squad named Brittany Jones. Or you could just call her Bone's. That's what I call her. In secret.

She give's me the nastiest face she can come up with, but to me it looks like she just through a Sour Patch Kids into her mouth and she just can't stand it.

"I'm so sorry." I say quickly, giving her the most sincere apology that I can come up with to her face. I think I did a lot better than her.


"Do you need glasses or something?"


"No." But I'm thinking, Do you need an attitude adjustment?


"Well then watch where you're going next time, butt face!"


"Wow, wow, wow, wow. You do not talk to me like that." I say as calmly as I possibly can. "I said that I was sorry, which I am, so you can take it, or leave it. But obviously you left it. Now I'm going to tell you that while you have your face scrunched up like that you look like you cant get something out. And that's what fiber is for. So I hope that you've learned your lesson by being a brat to me. Because, almost always, my comebacks are going to be much better than butt face, which is, by the way, from the first grade. So grow up and accept an apology when it's given to you. Okay? Okay."


She look's absolutely dumbfounded, which was exactly my point. "Now excuse me, I have to get to class." Even though I don't really want to go to that crap hole.  

I am walking away from her, beginning my assent up the last set of stairs to the third floor. Ugh, so many stairs. I look back at her for a second, and I see her, storming down the hall, her body tense from being stood up to.

"Wow." I hear Jeremie say. I had almost forgotten that he was there. "Now that's what I would call karma. I didn't know that you could talk like that. You're always so nice. I mean, you were pretty calm through the whole thing, but... wow. That was awesome."

"Yeah, well when someone talks crap to me or to my friends, or about my friends, or family, I wont let them do that. So I tell them exactly how I feel. And it's almost always what they need to hear because I haven't seen a one of them mess with me, or anyone I know. But yeah. That's the kinda person I am."

"That's cool. I like that in a person."

I smile, because I think that he just gave me a compliment.

"So, are you ready?" He asks.

"Ha! You're funny!" And then we walk into class right before the tardy bell rings.

Paying Attention

CHAPTER THIRTEEN


The weekend is over, and I am back to re-living my boring life as a high school student. Another five days. Time is going to fly.

I walk through the halls with Mariah on one side of me, and hundreds of students on the other. Yeah, this doesn't feel claustrophobic at all.

"Oh, you never told me how your date with that one guy went." Mariah say's.

"Oh. I didn't?"

"No."

"Oh. Um, well there's not much to tell."

She looks at me in a way that tell's me that she doesn't believe me. She know's me too well.

"There isn't!"

"Sure there isn't. Said the liar."

"Okay, now don't try to bring back the 'said the liar.' It's stupid."

"Said the liar."

"Ugh, fine. If you're gonna continue being... You Know. Well, he took me to a party. And I don't really mind parties, but  he didn't talk to me at all when he was around his friends. So finally I just called Elijah to come and pick me up."

"I thought that it was his car that I saw out front when you came home."

"Yup."

"So what did what's-his-face do when you left?"

"I don't know. I was gone."

"Well, I mean did he get mad?"

"No. I don't really know what his reaction was. After a little bit I told him that I needed some fresh air, so I went outside, called Eli, and then texted Daniel that I had to leave early and that I was sorry, but mom was being uber stricked about my curfew and so I had to leave early. I don't know if he figured out that I was ditching him. I hope not, because you know how I hate hurting people's feelings. I just hope that he believed my little lie."

"Yeah, because who know's what anyone's gonna say to that." I can't really tell if that was a sarcastic comment or not. I think it was. Hmm.

"I know, it's awful of me. But I just couldn't stand being ignored any longer."

"No, I understand. I probably would've done the same thing too. Maybe."

"Yeah. Just don't tell mom. She'll think that I'm a brat, and have me go on pity dates that I don't really want to go on."

"Wow, I've never heard you talk like this before. You're always so nice and shy. Not that you're being mean right now. It's just, different."

"Yeah. I guess. Hmm."

We keep on walking, and then, almost out of nowhere, I see him. He's just a few feet ahead of me, and I have to do something quick. I grab Mariah's hand and lead her to a corner, where hopefully, he wont see me.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, you see that guy right there?" I say, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Uh, that's specific. Which one?"

"The tall, pretty attractive guy, that's surrounded by all of those other jock's?"

"The one in the red hat?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"That's Daniel. Daniel Crass. The one who asked me out."

"That hot piece of junk asked you out? And he didn't pay attention to you? What's wrong with him? Other than having biceps of steel."

"I do not know what's wrong with him. That's what I was wondering for the whole night."

"Ugh, guy's. Who needs 'em?"

I laugh. "Yeah, who need's 'em?"

Sitting here. In the office in my house. Typing. Exciting huh?

I hear the TV in here, excitement trying to feed through to me about soccer.

The washer is on. I didn't get a chance to do my laundry earlier today.

I am staring at the computer screen, trying to think of something else to say. Hmm....

I think about the family reunion today. That was cool. More than a hundred family members. Or more. That's cool. I was lucky that I didn't really have any attractive distant cousin's. Because when you think about that, it would be a little weird.

My sister's birthday is tomorrow. She's turning twenty. Good for her.

I think that I'm going to stop here, because, as you can see, I don't have much to say.

I am happy. This is true. I am a happy person, and I will chose to live the rest of my life in that fashion. But sometimes I just feel like I'm going to explode if someone crosses me in a wrong way. I don't want to be mean to that person, but it's like I'm going to combust into flames if I talk to them. I think that comes from living a life where I am just a little bit too passive. I will stand up for myself and others when I feel like someone needs to be put in there place, but sometimes I just get so frustrated by others stupidity that I lash out at them when I really don't need to, and when, in that case, I become a little rude. You know the whole personality color thing? Well I am almost completely a white. Passive, nice, almost always letting people chose what they want so that they wont have to choose just because they want to please them, even though that may not be exactly what they want at all. That is totally me. But I've learned that when it come's to being around red's: leaders, control freaks, people who want to take charge, a bit aggressive; that we don't really like it. And it is so true. My step-sister is definitely a red, and our personality's clash just too much. occasionally we get along, but we tend to argue a lot. And usually about the dumbest things. Yeah, I don't really like people telling me what to do.


But even with all of this pointless, ridiculous ranting about personality's and color's, I really am a very happy person and live a very happy life. I am grateful for all of the thing's that I have in my life, and for living the life that I have. I know that if it weren't for our great God who created this earth that I wouldn't have the life that I have now. I sometime's get to wondering what it would be like if I were a different girl. If I were that girl in school that was just so pretty. But then I remember: If I wasn't me than I wouldn't have the friends that I have, the family that I have, and I wouldn't know the guy I know today who thinks that I am beautiful. I have to always remember that when I feel at my lowest, when I don't feel so pretty, when I think that my life stinks, that I have a great life and that many others aren't so lucky. That I have been blessed greatly and that I have so much more than many other teen's my age around the world could imagine. I have to remember when Hunter said, "You are so beautiful. Don't you ever forget that." Those are the things that I remember that help me be happy. For any who have forgotten how lucky they are, they should really take a good look at what they have, and then see what a great difference their life is compared to the live's of others. 


Whoever they are I do not think that they are selfish. No. They are just like me. They have simply forgotten. 

What is it called when you really like someone, and almost everything reminds you of them? Is that love? I don't know. But I feel like I'm to young for that. Who know's what it is. Infatuation? Maybe. I try to think of other people, and I am attracted to other guys, but I can just never forget the feel of his lips on mine. I just want to get him out of my head, but it's almost impossible. I'm only seventeen, why is this happening to me?

Paying Attention

CHAPTER TWELVE


When Daniel's car roll's up the drive way, I am almost instantly scared. What if this doesn't turn out well? What if he's a jerk to me? Why do I continue to say all of these question's in my head?

I guess it's not the best of things to be worrying so much on a date.

I hear the doorbell ring, but my mom beats me to the door, explaining to me that then she'll be able to meet him that way.

"Hi, is Sam here?"

"Yeah. You must be Daniel. I've heard all about you."

I can't believe I'm hearing this. I hide, hoping that he'll never see me. I quickly give my mom a look before she walk's away and I'm left to walk the ten feet to the door. I'm so scared, I wonder if he can see my body shaking. But he doesn't seem to notice anything, but gives me a wide eyed, mouth partially hanging open look. I guess that's a good thing. I don't really know though. I'm not good with guy's.

"So I guess we should be heading out now." I say, trying to fill the silence.

"Uh, yeah! Right." He quickly looks me up and down again before turning around and opening the door for me. What a gentleman.

Now that I'm in his car I am feeling self conscious because Mariah insisted that she put some makeup on me, complaining that I never do anything with my face, and that on a date you definitely need to. My little sister telling me what I need to do with my face. And so now I sit, with lots of dramatic eye shadow on, along with (maybe a little too much) mascara. My cheeks are a soft pink, and my lips a bright red. I look at myself in the side mirror, and I look like a porcelain doll. I guess that's pretty good.

Once Daniel starts the engine and starts to pull away from my house he say's, "I'm really glad that you agreed to come out with me. Thanks."

"Yeah, no prob. So... uh... where exactly are we going?"

"Oh, umm, you are going to find out."

"Oh, a surprise. I like surprises."

"Well yeah! Who doesn't?"

I start giggling a little and he looks over at me, and says, "You look really good tonight."

"Thanks." I say shyly. I don't know what to do so I look down at my hands in my lap, then take a careful glance up, and say, "You look good too."

"Oh, thanks!" He says, putting a little fem into his voice.

I laugh, and then we're off, spatting jokes at each other, and quoting movies. I'm actually surprised at how easily we're flowing through our conversation, until my fear starts to bubble. We arrive at a party, which is great, but I don't really like having to talk to a lot of people. What if people try to start a conversation with me and I just don't know what to say? Okay, calm down Sam. You've gotten this far with the date. You can finish it.

Daniel tells me to stay there as he gets out of the car, runs around to my side, and opens the door. What a gentleman. And I like gentlemen. They're the guys that I've always been naturally attracted to.

He grabs my hand and helps me out of the car, and then quickly lets it go as we walk towards the house. I feel like I'm fine with that, because I would feel weird holding the hand of a guy that I don't know very well. But at the same time it's as if he couldn't stand to hold my hand. What does that mean? I'm so confused. Maybe I should just stop thinking about it. Don't let it get too far in my head.

When we get to the door he quickly grabs it and holds it open for me and I walk in. I stop just a little ways in the doorway though because I don't care much about going into a place where I don't know anyone except the person standing behind me. But when he come's by my side he starts to walk ahead of me, motioning for me to follow him. I do, not knowing what else to do. The music is loud, the bass beating into my body, and I begin to feel claustrophobic surrounded by all of these people. I ask him what we're going to do here.

"Hold on," he shouts. "I just have to say hi to some friends."

"Okay." I say, not really sure that I mean it, but I go along with it anyway's. Several guys, guys from the basketball team it looks like, look at me and give me a smile as I pass by them. I smile back, just to be nice, but at the same time I feel this uncomfortable feeling in the bottom of my stomach, and I just want to get out of here.

"So when are we going to leave for the date?" I shout to him. He doesn't seem to here me, and so I tap his arm and stand on my tip toes to get closer to his ear and say it again.

"What? This is the date!" He shouts back, leaning over me, his tall body so much bigger than mine.

"Well, I just thought we were going to do more!"

"Aren't you having fun?"

I hesitate,"Yeah, but I don't really know anyone here, and so I don't have anyone to talk to except you, but you haven't really been talking to me much since we got in here it seems!"

He looks shocked. I'm a little shocked myself because even though it wasn't really mean, I rarely say things like that to people, especially guys. So this feels a little weird.

"Well... What do you want to talk about?" He asks as if he's confused by his own words.

"I don't know!" I shout. "But it just seems a bit loud in here!"

"Well what if I wan't to talk to my friends?"

"Okay, you do that! But I'm just gonna go get some fresh air!"

I feel so irritated that as I walk down the hall to the door, I don't notice the guys that were checking me out earlier until I feel a light smack on my butt. I turn around on them and one of the guys trying to stifle a smile. I turn straight around and punch the guy right on the arm as hard as I can. He just laughs, telling me that I haven't hurt him at all. I quickly roll my eyes and give him a dirty look before walking out the door and into the cool night air. I just don't understand. Daniel was so nice before. He was being a gentleman to me, opening doors for me, and even flirting with me. I think. I don't understand why he just blew me off once we got in there. If he just wanted to talk to his friends than why did he bring me here? I feel like an outcast, and no one is trying to make me feel better.

I start to pull out my phone to call Elijah to come and pick me up and have some fun with him when I hear the door creak open. I turn around but it's just a couple. The boy pulls the girls hand and she follows and laughs as he takes her around to the side of the house. I hear the sounds of them smacking lips and I just can't stand it, (even though I know that's what it sounds like from experience, even so, it's a gross sound) so I walk  away a bit before I go to my contacts and look up Elijah's number. I'm just about to call him when I hear Daniel calling my name.

I walk away more, going around the corner of the house (not the one the couple's at. No.) and hide in the shadow's, trying to be invisible. But as his voice becomes louder, and his steps closer, I can't find anywhere else to hide. I press myself against the wall of the house, but it doesn't matter. He finds me in a matter of minutes, and begins to stride toward me.

"I was wondering where you went."

"Oh, hi."

"What happened to you? I told you that I was going to talk to you."

"Um, yeah. Daniel, can you just take me home please?"

"What? Why?"

"Um, well it just seem's like you're distracted by your friends, and you don't really need me here."

"What? No. See, I just haven't seen some of them in a while, and I just wanted to talk to them for a bit, and I  thought that this would be a great place to meet up at."

"And I was just your tag along?" I say softly, not really a question.

He pauses. "No."

"So, uh, is this it then? Is this the whole date?"

"Well... Yeah. Here, come and meet some of my friends. One of them said that he can't wait to meet you."

I think about it for a moment. Hmm, is that the same dude? Oh, if it is than that is surely a great understatement.

"Come on." He say's again, grabbing my arm gently, pulling me with him.

I give in and let him take me back in, even though I really don't want to. When we're back in  immediately a waft of the smell of sweat, that I had not noticed before, hits my face. It smells like gym shorts, with a mixture of smoke, and it is disgusting.

I feel more claustrophobic as he pulls me again through the crowd of people. I feel sick to my stomach surrounded by so many body's, and I almost want to pass out. I never really did well in a big crowd. I turn to my left a little and see a couple making out, and to my right I see the same thing. Not exactly like what you would call a fun-filled-date.

Daniel and I approach a group of guys, two out of five of them with their arm around a girl. One of the other three look's at me and smile's, and I know immediately that it's him.

"Guy's, this is Sam. Sam, this is Randy, Jack, Mckay, Andy, and Jake. And this is Andy and Mckay girlfriends, Ellie, and Brittany."

"Hi." I say, shyly lifting up a hand to wave at them. The one named, Jake, I think, look's at me and continues to to a really creepy smile. I feel like I'm a hamburger and he want's to eat me. Which is even more disgusting because hamburger's are nasty.

And then Daniel goes on talking to them, leaving me beside him as if I'm not even there. But Hungry Eye's continues to give me the stare down. I try to stare back, and see how long he can last for. But that's a pretty long time, so I look down at my shoes. I feel uncomfortable with him staring at me like that. Is he trying to creep me out?

I tap Daniel on the shoulder and motion for going outside. He looks down and give's me a sort of pleading look as if for me not to leave. But I say to him that I need more air and he just sighs and nods his head, as if it's fine if I go outside.

Once I'm out there again I quickly pull out my phone and call Elijah. He answer's groggily.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

He clear's his throat. "No. You're fine."

"You are such a bad liar."

"Whatever. So what's up?"

"Can you pick me up?"

"Uh, sure. Where are you?"

"Um, about 1160 East, Maple Lane. You know where that is, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Kay, thanks. Bye." And then I hang up. I go back to my contacts though, search up Daniel's name and text him quickly that I'm sorry and had to leave early, my mom suddenly being really strict about my curfew, and then her coming and picking me up. I don't know if he'll believe it, but it's worth a shot. I don't want to ditch him and have his feeling's hurt.

***

"Hey," I say as I enter Elijah's car.

"So what were you doing at the party?"

"Oh, this Daniel guy asked me out, and took me here for our first date together."

"A party?" He say's, a tone of surprise in his voice.

I sigh. "Yeah. Pretty pathetic, I know."

"That is pretty pathetic. If he's going to try for a cheap date, he should take you to a movie, not a party."

"Tell me about it."  

"Okay."

"So what were you doing, falling asleep at 9:00 p.m.? Usually your bedtime is, like, midnight. Or two."

"You know my whole schedule, do you?" He teases.

"No, but you are just usually texting me at those times."

"I guess you go me there."

"Yup, I did. So give me the answer."

He seems like he's trying to find a way out of telling me. Like he's trying to hide something. "Um, well..." He start's to say, then stops.

"You can tell me later." I say instead, being able to tell that he just wants to deal with whatever is going on by himself.

"Okay."

"Okay."

"You know what this deserves?"

"No.... What?"

"Ben&Jerry's."

"Oh yes. Every freakin' day."

"Hey, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah." I say.

"You look really good tonight."

***

We're out in the parking lot in front of Wall Mart, sitting on the trunk of Elijah's car, using Oreo's that he found in the back of his car as spoon's. It's really a good mixture.

"I'll pay you back soon, I swear."

"Don't even worry about it."

"But I hate owing people money." I complain.

"What did I just say? You don't have to worry about it. Think of it as a gift, something that you need after that incident."

I sigh. "Okay, fine. If you insist." I laugh. "But are you sure?"

He laughs. "Yes, Sam."

"Are you sure you're sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you're sure, you're sure?"

"Hmm... Let me think about that. Yes."

"Are you-" And then he cuts me off as he tickles me, causing a loud giggle to erupt out of my mouth. He pulls me closer to him as I try to get away, the laughter making it hard to breathe. He quickly sets our ice cream to  the edge of the trunk, the Oreo's half hazardously sitting on the edge. I try to reach back and tickle him, but it's an awkward movement that my arm can't quite make, and he just flinches away. When I feel like I'm gonna pass out, I quickly shout, "Stop! Stop!" He stops for a moment, giving me enough time to catch my breath as I feel my head against his chest, and his arms resting on mine. I feel him start again, but this time I slither out of his arms, a giggle coming out of my chest as I do so, and I quickly tickle him a little, and then run away and into the drivers side of the car, locking all of the doors. He doesn't get there fast enough, but then I quickly remember that he has the keys. 

He looks at me through the window, smiling, holding his keys, dangling them in front of the window. I laugh again.

He unlocks the door that I try, but fail to keep locked, and opens it, smiling down at me. "What exactly were you planning on doing?"

"I don't know. Something." I laugh.

"Oh, I see."

"Yes, you do."

"Okay, now move over. I'm the driver."

"Oh fine. Ruin all of the fun." 

"Yup." He start's the engine, and is about to put it into drive, but stops. "Wait." He say's, so seriously, I wonder what's wrong. He get's out of the car, run's to the back, and then come's back, ice cream, and Oreo's in hand. He hands me mine, and throws his empty container, along with the Oreo's, in the back.

"Man, I totally forgot about those." I laugh.

"Me too." He say's, a smile creeping across his lips. He puts the car in drive, and then we're off again.

"Hey Eli."

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad you picked me up and made this a good rest of a date." I stop, unsure of what I just said. "Not that it was a date, but you know. Thanks."

"I understand. Thanks for being such a fun person to hang out with. I really enjoy spending time with you. But you know this can be the end of the date if you want it to."

I smile. "Yeah. That would be cool." 

He smiles back at me, and then we just stay happy like that for the rest of the way home.