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Mark looked down as Maureen grabbed his hand making him blush. Was this not the best day of his life? He was not only considered a man now in the Jewish community but after months of wishing and hoping and praying Maureen seemed to actually take notice to him. He heard her laugh and pull him out of the room full of his family and friends celebrating and lead him through the hallway to the main exit. "Uhm..." he said unsure as Maureen opened the doors to the not so nice looking thunderstorm going on. She turned back to him her brown eyes met his blue ones and he melted.

"What's the matter Pookie?" She asked smiling at him.

Pookie? He thought to himself feeling his stomach flutter. Pookie. He liked that. He felt his need to tell her that it was probably not so safe outside at the moment start to leave him. "Well I just... It's sort of bad weather out. Don't you think?"

"It's just some rain." She said and pulled him out into it grinning from ear to ear. "See it's not so bad." She said getting drowned out by a particularly loud crash of thunder.

"Yeah!" Mark replied in a sharp yelp and jumped closer to Maureen. He blushed again hearing her laugh once more and started to move back but she held him in place. "Hey Maureen..." He said softly and watched as she sent him a kind smile.

"Yes?"

"Will you go out with me?" He asked he felt his stomach flutter again and looked away slightly embarrassed. Why did that have to come out of his mouth? Was he absolutely nuts? Of course she was going to say no. She was defiantly not his type. No, he was introverted, shy, and not the coolest guy around. And Maureen was extroverted, outgoing, and everyone loved her. He groaned inwardly and shut his eyes tightly hoping that she would make it quick and painless.

"Sure."

Mark looked up his eyes wide. "What? I mean... really?" He gazed at her in shock then shook his head. Had he misheard her? Hoping beyond all hope that he hadn't, he looked down as Maureen took both of his hands in hers. He slowly turned back up to meet her eyes and nearly died has she wrapped her arms around his neck then pressed her lips against his. Only for a second, or was it a minute, or an hour, perhaps it was a whole day but for however long it was it wasn't long enough.

He shivered; it was either the fact that he was sure it was only about 10 degrees out, or Maureen's kiss sent chills down his spine. He had a feeling that it was the latter because it was the nicest feeling he had ever experienced. When she pulled back his shocked look from before just got more shocked. She had just kissed him. Maureen Johnson had just kissed him, Mark Cohen. He shivered again. That was from it being so cold he was sure of it because a few seconds later Maureen had pulled him back inside the building.

"You're a bad influence on me Mark Cohen." Maureen said grinning.

"What?" he asked. How was he a bad influence? If anyone was it was her. She was the one that pulled them outside in the middle of a thunderstorm. His thoughts were silenced when she kissed him again. He felt his mind yelling and his heart racing. Never imagining something so simple could feel so nice. Usually Mark found solace in deep thought provoking things but his mind was starting to change. Maureen pulled back and reached up running her hand along his cheek softly her dark eyes flicking from her hand to his eyes and back again.

"In English this week we were talking about the difference between Realists and Romanticists." Maureen started her eyes moving around the room as she smiled. "You're pretty much a romantic guy Marky."

Mark sent her a skeptical look and was about to retort but she kissed him again. Perhaps she was right. He thought to himself feeling his head swimming around. What did he know about it anyway? Absolutely nothing. What was she talking about again, something about school? When she pulled away he gazed into her dark eyes that seemed to be laughing and teasing him all at the same time. They separated as Marks mom walked into the entrance and looked at them both.

"What were you doing outside?"

"Nothing Mrs. Cohen." Maureen said and smiled turning her body to her but still looking at Mark. "We were just going to my family's car so I could give him my card." She reached around to her back pocket and pulled out a damp greeting card. She handed it to Mark and waved walking off, winking at him before she left the room.

"What a sweet girl." Marks mom said and smiled at her son patting his head before walking off as well.

Mark nodded blankly as he stared at the door that Maureen had gone though then shook his head and looked down at the card opening it. All it said inside the card was "Five more years till we can get out of here." Mark sighed happily and closed his eyes. Yes today was the best day of his life by far. Why on earth were things suddenly going his way? He held the card to his chest deciding not to question it much.

Nothing compared to what Maureen had done for him, done to him that day. He would like to think that from that day forward he was a different person although Maureen would defiantly disagree. He had never changed and probably never would, that was what was so comforting about Mark Cohen.

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