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Later that night, Seth came barreling into the room and as his eyes landed on me, he relaxed.

"Oh my God, are you OK?" He asked me before heading over to my side on the futon.

"I'm fine. Luckily for me, Jake found us before things got too serious. I just got a bloody nose, scraped my knees, and got a few bruises. Nothing to worry about," I said, but he gathered me into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," He said.

"What are you talking about? It's not your fault they attacked me," I said confused, but I hugged him back all the same.

"Yes it is. I should have walked you home before I headed to Sam's," Seth said worriedly.

"Is that what you're going on about?" I asked, then smiled and patted his arm. "Seth, it's OK. It's not your fault. I should have been paying more attention myself,"

"Are you sure you're not mad?" Seth asked, looking at me.

"It's fine," I said, smiling encouragingly.

He sighed and then sat next to me on the futon and then fell back on it.

"Tired?" I asked, wondering what they had been up to while at this Sam guy's house.

"Yeah. You have no idea," He said.

"I bet you're hungry too," I said, then laughed. Seth was always hungry.

"Yes, I am," He said.

"Well, I know our mom are out for the night, and I haven't seen Leah all day. How about we order pizza?" I asked, reaching for my cell.

"Sounds good. I'll call in. Oh, and Jake asked for you to text him when I got home," Seth said, smiling at me.

"Thanks Seth. Now, go order that pizza," I said, then turned to my phone. I'd just started typing out a text to send, when my phone started ringing in my hands. It startled me at first, so it dropped out of my hand and hit the floor.

"Crap," I said, then reached down and pressed the answer button. "Hello?"

"Matt?" Jake asked.

"Hey Jake. What's up?" I said.

"Just wanted to make sure that you had a good rest of the day. And to make sure you were OK from that incident earlier," He said.

"Thanks for asking, I'm great actually," I said, smiling even though he couldn't see it.

"Good. So hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out and do something tonight?" He asked.

"Oh, tonight? I think Seth was ordering pizza, and both of our mom's are out," I said.

"Oh don't worry about that. Seth could eat two pizzas by himself. And as for your mom's, just have Seth say something or leave a note for them," He said, and I could hear the hopeful sound in his voice.

"Oh... OK," I said, "Hold on a sec,"

I put the phone down and headed to the door of the room and stuck my head out.

"Seth?" I hollered, who stuck his head out of the kitchen door with a phone to his ear.

"Jake asked me to go out and do something tonight, so tell mom, and I'm sorry about the last minute thing," I called down.

He gave me a wink and then mouthed "Don't worry, and have fun,"

"Thanks," I said and headed back to my room to pick up the phone.

"Hey Jake, I'm good to go. When can I expect you to be here?" I asked.

"I'll be there in five," He said, and I could hear how excited he was. I smiled to myself.

"OK, see you soon," I said and then hung up.

I ran to the closet and picked out a nice deep blue shirt and a pair of jet black pants. I got changed and had enough time to brush my hair and teeth when there was a honk outside, and I flew down the stairs and out the door, where I composed myself enough to walk down to the motorcycle, which made my eyes widen. I loved motorcycles.

Jake was sitting on top of it, dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a tight white shirt, outlining his muscles. I jerked my eyes up so that he wouldn't catch me looking, and I saw him smiling at me, his bright white smile against his lips.

"Hey," He said.

"Hi. Wow, is this yours?" I asked motioning to the motorcycle.

"Yeah. You like them?" He asked.

I nodded. It was gorgeous, with its sky-blue and chrome paint scheme and it's black seats. He revved the engine and I smiled at the purr.

"Come on, get on then," He said, laughing at my expression.

I swung my leg over the bike and pulled on the helmet, then wrapped my arms around Jake's midsection. He revved the engine again before taking off down the road.

We were flying. I wasn't sure how fast we were going, but I loved it. I wrapped my arms tighter around Jake's waist and when we slowed to a stop, my eyes opened to see that we were in front of a movie theater. I wondered what he had in mind, but I didn't question him as he bought two tickets while I got a bag of popcorn and two drinks.

He came to meet me, and I thought I saw a frown on his face when he saw that I'd gotten two drinks, but it was gone as soon as it showed up, so I guessed it was a figment of my imagination or maybe a trick of the light. I followed him to the theater number seven, and I was happy to see that we were going to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I'd been wanting to see it and it made me smile.

I didn't remember much of the movie though. The entire time, I was aware of the fact that my hand kept bumping with Jacob's in the pop corn bag, or how he seemed to wanting to say or do something that he was stopping himself from doing. I reached out to grab my drink and as I took a sip, I felt something lay gingerly across the back of my chair. As I settled back in, I realized it was his arm.

I smiled and laid my head back onto his bicep while watching the movie as it closed to an end.

"That was great Jake. Thanks a lot," I said smiling as we walked out of the theater and to the motorcycle.

"No problem. Hey, are you hungry?" He asked as we climbed onto the bike.

"Yes actually. Have anywhere in mind?" I asked.

"Yep. What're you in the mood for?"

"Chinese," I said.

Five minutes later, we pulled up outside of this quaint little Chinese restaurant called Saruka's. The front had a picture of a dragon and a cute baby panda on it, next to a large neon sign that said OPEN in blinking letters.

When we went in, a short Asian woman with her black hair tied up and wearing very airy clothes showed us to a booth, took our drink orders, and then handed us the menus.

"Wow, this place is nice," I said, admiring the interior.

"Look at the menu," Jake said laughing, while reading his own.

"May I take your order?" The woman asked, appearing out of nowhere and startling me.

"Oh, um... I think I'll take the lobster," I said, indicating a lobster dish that was baked with cheese and served with a side of fried rice, an egg roll, and a sweet-n-spicy ginger dipping sauce.

"I'll have the same," Jake said, handing her our menus.

"So is this always what you had in mind when it came to 'doing something'"? I asked Jacob, sipping on my Coke.

"Well, it was what I'd planned for the night," He said smiling.

"You sure do know how to give somebody a good night," I said.

"I tried my best. To make you happy, I mean,"

"Well, you did a good job of it. I'm very happy right now,"

"Really?"

"Really," I said and smiled.

About fifteen minutes later, the waitress came back with our food and then walked away to leave us to our meal.

The food was delicious, and I ate it in about twenty minutes. Jacob finished his about five minutes before I did and paid the woman while I opened my fortune cookie.

That which you least expect lays right around the bend.

I frowned at the fortune and then crumbled it up, stuffing the cookie into my mouth.

I never saw Jake open his.

XXX

The end of the night was great. I sighed contentedly as Jake drove us back to the house.

My night out with Jake was almost over. I smiled as I thought about the night's events. The movie, the dinner. Jacob had really outdone himself. The engine cut out as we pulled into the driveway and the nocturnal silence blanketed itself over us.

Jacob walked with me to the front door and I turned around to look at him. He was so gorgeous and wonderful.

"I hope you really did have a good night tonight," He said smiling at me.

"I did. I hope you enjoyed yourself," I said, smiling back.

"I did. I'm happy just being around you," He said. I thought I saw something flash in his eyes – panic maybe – but it disappeared almost as fast as I thought I'd seen it. Like the frown at the theater.

"Awe, that's sweet," I said, but I know he heard the change in my mood, because even I heard it.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his eyebrows creasing.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just a figment of my imagination," I said, attempting to smile.

"You can tell me," He said.

"Oh.. OK, so why did you frown at the theater earlier, and what was that little light of panic in your eyes a few seconds ago?" I asked, the words pouring out.

"W-what?" He asked startled, before breaking into a laugh. "Matt, are you worried that I don't like you?" He asked me.

"I-" I started but then I stopped, and his laughter died off instantly.

"I frowned because I thought you'd have liked to share a drink with me. The guys told me how much you seem interested in me. And the small glimmer of panic – that was because I was afraid that you wouldn't like me," He said, and my eyes widened. It all made sense now!

"Matt, I have a question for you," He said.

"OK?" I asked, in almost a whisper. He came closer to me, and he reached out and took my hands in his.

"Matt, I haven't known you for very long. Only about a day really. But I like you a lot. You're really sweet and nice, and I think you're amazing. Will you be my boyfriend?"

The silence seemed to carry on indefinitely in my mind. It seemed that time had frozen for me, his face beaming and blushing at the same time, making him absolutely adorable.

I was just about to answer; my mouth opened and everything, when suddenly the door flew open. Jacob dropped my hands immediately and I jerked around to find Seth at the door, my mom looking over his shoulder curiously.

"Well, are you two just going to stand out there all night or are you going to invite Jacob inside?" My mom said, turning around and walking down the hallway and into the kitchen.

My face was on fire, and behind me, I could feel tension building between Jacob and I as I walked into the house and shut the door behind us.

"Let's go up to my room," Seth said smiling, and as I began to follow him, hearing Jacob's feet falling heavily as he dragged himself up the stairs, obviously feeling rejected, I stopped and turned around. I placed both of my hands on either side of his face and brought his eyes up to meet mine.

"Yes," I said smiling.