Jake walked me to the door, like the good little gentleman he was. I fell asleep dreaming happy dreams. Despite the strange turn of events, it had still been a fantastic night.

The next morning, Jake called me.
“Ha! This, you will find hilarious,” he chuckled over the phone.
“What?” I asked.
“Guess who has a hot one-on-one date tonight?”
“Jesse and Ceirra?”
“Exactly.”
I sighed, “I can’t say I’m surprised, but it still is pretty fast. Do most people have two dates in a row?”
“I suppose the first one didn’t exactly count.”
“They were making out.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t make it a real date. A real date is when both people are there specifically to strengthen the relationship between them, not to make out or something.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak, “You know Jake,” I said emotionally, “A lot of girls would kill for a boyfriend who believed things like that.”
He laughed, “Well, I guess that makes you one heck of a lucky girl.”
I laughed too, thrilling at what his words implied. My boyfriend.