Day 1 - Holding Hands
Jack's palms were sweating. It had taken months of failed tests, of times tried and shattered by interrupted conversations and broken nerves, of late night texts and Skype calls, but he had finally done it. He had asked Katherine Plumber out. From their first politics class, he had wanted to. And they were finally going on a date. He wiped his palms on his jeans and attempted to lean nonchalantly against the lamp post. No, that didn't look casual enough. He adjusted his position and sighed. Why had he agreed to meet her there?! He had offered to pick her up. It was like she didn't want him near her house or something. There was a spot of oil on his jean leg, and he swore under his breath. He prayed Katherine wouldn't notice. She would, he knew she would.
A tap, on his shoulder. He whirled around to her light laugh. "Evening, Kelly," she grinned. "Hey," Jack replied, leaning in to hug her. Shit. I should not have done that. I should not have done that. He thought inwardly, already panicking. But Katherine gently returned the hug and Jack forgot how to breathe temporarily. "Shall we go in?" he asked.
Twenty minutes later, having bought their tickets and sat in their seats, the film began. It was your usual summer blockbuster romance crap and Jack paid little attention to it, and far more to the girl beside him. God, she was so beautiful. She'd curled her hair for the occasion, and although Katherine would rather die than admit it, she had dressed up a little and made an effort, be it only in a sundress. Jack had made an effort too, but smart just wasn't in his vocabulary.
Almost as if she knew he was looking at her, she turned her head slightly and smiled at him. Jack slowly slipped his hand across his knees and took her dainty one in his own. He could feel the cool metal of her ring pressing into his finger. It felt… right. Like her hand was meant to be in his.