He picked me up at 8 o’clock sharp.

It was my first date and I was super excited. I loved dancing, so I couldn’t resist when, David, the hot, new junior asked me out. Me, a normal, non-exciting, average, freshman.

We arrived at the dance at 8:25.

I had just gotten my new dress yesterday. I wanted everone to like it. David had already told me I looked gorgeuos a thousand times. And every time my face flushed red.

The dance ended at 11 p.m.

I had so much fun with David. He is an awsome dancer. Hot body, and great moves. What’s not to like?

At 11:26 he walked me to my door.

I was about to go inside when he stopped me. He looked me straight in the eye and smiled. Then he slowly, gently kissed me. His lips were tender against mine. I didn’t want the kiss to end. He was the most amazing kisser. Regretable I pulled away when I needed to breathe. He pulled me into a tight hug.

“I love you, Sam.” He whispered in my ear.

I was shocked, but I knew in my heart that I loved him too.