Keith drove home with his thoughts only on Jasmine. Truthfully, he hadn't thought that he could actually, ever like her.

But he did.

He liked her so much that it scared him. Really? Keith Zetterstrom, with…Jasmine? Are you kidding? He could never do that. Everyone would think the sarcastic punk with the beautiful, studious, sweetheart was a joke. Keith sighed and brought the truck to an abrupt stop at the red-light before him. He waited as the cars drove past him and turned, and then lurched the truck forward quickly, continuing on his way home. He had no idea what he was going to do. Really, if he wasn't so worried about being a jerk to her, (since he could never trust himself to be nice), he would have asked her out right there, in front of the videogame store, before their kiss.

But he just couldn't. He couldn't put her heart on the line like that.

Keith groaned as he pulled into his driveway. His parents were waiting for him, with huge grins on their faces. He stopped the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition, sighing.

"It wasn't a date!" Keith exclaimed, running past them.

Sandra looked at Henry and frowned.

"I told you we shouldn't wait outside!" Henry yelled.

Sandra groaned and slapped his shoulder. "Oh, shut-up, Henry!"

She stalked inside then, after her son, with Henry trailing behind her.

"Sandra," he warned. "Don't you dare go in his bedroom and try and make this better!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever!"

Henry laughed, shaking his head as he watched her go into their son's room. He loved joking around with his wife, but sometimes he wished she would leave Keith alone when he told her to. Sandra walked to her son's door and knocked softly a few times.

"Honey, open up!"

She heard him sigh on the other side, but the he opened the door and let her in. She shut the door behind her, sticking her tongue out at Henry, and took a seat on her son's bed.

"Keith, did your date go badly?"

"It wasn't a date in the first place, Mom," he replied, annoyed but co-operative.

"You really like this girl," she stated softly, placing a hand on his knee.

Keith looked into her eyes and replied quietly: "How did you know?"

Sandra grinned. "Well, because you have never found a girl interesting enough to actually go somewhere with before."

Keith blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, yeah, I do, but I-"

"-KEITH! THERE'S SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU!" Henry yelled.

Keith stood abruptly and swallowed thickly. "It's Jasmine."

Sandra squealed and followed him out to the living room, where Jasmine stood. Her long brown hair fell past her chest, and she had it braided on the side so it looked like a hand-band. She had on jeans and a sweatshirt. She must have gone home to change into something warmer before coming out in the cold again.

"Hi, Keith," she said softly.

He smiled, blushing. Sandra squealed a bit quieter than last time.

"Hey, Jasmine, um," he glanced at his parents. "Want to have some privacy?"

Jasmine nodded, smiling. Keith took her by the hand then and led her into the kitchen, shutting the door behind them.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked, nervously.

She giggled. "Yes, please."

He got out some tea and handed it to her quickly before taking a seat next to her at the kitchen table. Keith knew his parents were listening in on the other side of the door, but pressed on with the conversation.

"So, what brings you here?"

Jasmine smiled, and Keith became a tad less nervous once he noticed just how nervous she was as well.

"Well, I actually had to ask you something…"

"Shoot," he replied, gulping his water.

"Well, Keith, we kissed, and…"

"What?" He asked calmly.

"Well, I liked kissing you."

Keith smiled. "I liked kissing you too," he replied sheepishly.

Jasmine let out a breath she had been holding since she sat down.

"That's good, because I wanted to know if, you wanted to go out with me."

Keith's mouth hung open and he didn't know what to reply to her. Did she really just ask him out? He managed a small smile and nodded slightly.

"Jasmine, I…Wanted to ask you out. Yes, of course I will."

Jasmine's lips broke into a broad grin and she jumped up when he did, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He pulled away, though, and sadness and confusion crossed her features for a moment, before he placed a hand on either side of her face and bit his lip tightly before leaning in to kiss her. She stood up on tip-toe and kissed him back softly.

"You're beautiful, Jasmine," he replied, looking into her eyes deeply.

She stared back into his emerald green eyes, and smiled. "No one has ever told me that before, you know."

He grinned and pulled her head against his chest. "Well, now someone has."

"I'm glad it was you," she said quietly.