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Chapter 6: First Date by Blink-182

Once again I didn't sleep well, once again because of Magnus.

It's not that I regretted agreeing on a date. But where the hell would we go? Magnus was in town for less than a week, he had no idea about the neighborhood. And even if he found some place to take me, it was unlikely it won't be overrun by the people from school. I mean, there was all of one cinema, an arcade and a handful of eateries. None of them seemed private enough for a date with Magnus without outing myself for the whole school.

I was so nervous I couldn't even force myself to force down a cup of coffee in the morning. My mum even tried to convince me to stay home, believing I picked up a stomach flu or something. Her fight was short - I'm stubborn and she had to leave or she'd be late for work.

In school I felt as if everyone was looking at me. It was nearing unbearable.

What's worse I didn't get even a glimpse of Magnus until lunch.

Today he presented himself in purple silk shirt and matching eye makeup, his hair topped with silver. It was his shoes though that made me stare. They were like a proper, leather, mid thigh go-go boots, I swear to all that's holy. How the hell was he able to take a step in those, not to mention strut down the hallway as if it was a freaking catwalk?

I think he realized how nervous I was, because he didn't approach me directly, instead followed me to a more remote part of the school yard. Only then he joined me on the grass. In all honesty I was wondering if he'd be able to get up without my help.

"Are you OK?" he asked, looking right into my eyes. "You're really pale."

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well, that's all."

He nodded, staring on the soccer field, where Jace and his friends chased after the ball.

"So... where are we going?" I asked trying to asses how many people I won't be able to look at later.

"No fucking way I'm telling you, it's a surprise," Magnus said, sticking his tongue out. His piercing was black with flacks of glitter.

I wonder if there really is that much difference in kissing with tongue piercing? I mean, there must be something about that, otherwise people wouldn't do it, right? And if kissing was better, what about... that other stuff... Hm, interesting...

Magnus must have noticed me spacing out, because he threw a pebble at my head.

"Ow! I swear to God, you're a secret sadist..."

"Really? I thought I was quite obvious," he said, raising one eyebrow. Lucky bastard, whenever I tried to do that I only ended up with a Quasimodo impersonation.

My envy must have shown on my face, because Magnus burst out laughing. It was a nice sound, loud and rich. Made me smile.

Still smirking, Magnus laid down on the grass, the ever present silver lighter clicking on and off. I pointed at it:

"So what's with that?"

He stopped his movement, then raised the lighter up.

"What, this? It's nothing special. I mean, it's pretty cheap. But it belonged to my mum. Sort of, I keep this close, I keep her in my memory."

I nodded.

"Besides, I like the fire."

The lighter was turned on again and Magnus was looking into the fire, his eyes somewhat distant. I didn't see the point in talking, so we just stayed that way, him laying down, me sitting cross-legged; him looking at the flickering flame, I was taking in the details of his appearance.

As usual, Magnus' skin was smooth, his eyes done with perfection I've only ever seen on the photographs in Izzy's magazines. His fingers were long but clearly strong. From his previous outfits I knew he was muscular, though rather more because of his natural body shape than exercise regime.

When it was time to go Magnus did, to my surprise, managed to get up on his own. Hell, he even walked back to school without his heels sinking into the grass - I know how much Izzy complained about that when she was wearing heels outside and was forced to walk on something else than concrete.

I sniggered. God, I was turning gayer by the second, thinking about shoes and whatnot's.

When classes finally ended, Magnus met me at my locker, ready to take me on the mystery date. We left the building, walking the same route we crossed yesterday and the day before that. I wasn't really surprised. Seriously, they built the school as far away from any source of entertainment as possible. I guess it was meant to discourage skipping - so far it didn't really work. Most people who wanted to skip just jumped the fence behind the atrium, where teachers were the least likely to look.

What did surprise me was Magnus grabbing my hand and tugging me towards his house.

"I know you're not very... confident about all this," he said when I asked what's going on. "Probably not confident enough to go out on a date with a guy to a place you might get recognized. Besides, it's not like I know this place that well. Here at least I know what I got to work with."

Slightly skeptical I let him lead me into his house. Layout was a mirror of my house. And that's where similarities ended. My mother was almost obsessed with order and if she could, everything in the house would be placed in it's exact spot, to the millimeter. Here there was a load of cardboard boxes, containing various objects, most of them partially unpacked.

"Yeah, we haven't really had time to unpack much," Magnus said, his eyes following my gaze. He tugged at my hand, which he still haven't let go.

We ended up walking to Magnus' bedroom. It was identical in shape to mine, painted powder blue. I don't think I could have chosen a color more crashing with Magnus' personality. One of the few things unpacked were a double bed, a dressing table almost completely buried under the piles of cosmetics and a flat screen TV with a cherry red laptop plugged into it. Magnus let go of my hand and gestured for me to sit down on the bed.

I was slightly nervous, after all anything could happen. On the other hand, my house was almost within arms reach... I sat down.

"I thought we can have a movie night," he said. "Well, afternoon. Sound good?"

"I guess. What are we watching?"

"I was thinking 'Fight Club', but I'm flexible."

I stared at him. I'm also pretty sure my jaw hit the floor.

"What?" he said. "Just because I wear heels doesn't mean that I like to watch chick flicks. Besides, who can say no to Brad Pitt shirtless?" he winked at me.

I laughed. It was as if all the tension escaped out of me through that. God, why was I even this nervous in the first place? As I berated myself mentally, I heard Magnus laughing as well.

"Yeah," I said. "'Fight Club' will do."

"Great. Put it on, would you? It's in the movies folder, there's a shortcut on the desktop."

"And you're going...?"

"Popcorn. Duh."

He stuck his tongue out at me and walked out of the room.

I dragged myself to Magnus' computer. As he said, the movie was easy to find. After pausing it on the first scene, I took few moments to look through Magnus' collection. Lots of action movies, quite a few things that were made before color television and several Japanese animations. Not bad by my standards.

"God bless computer piracy, eh?" I heard behind me.

I grinned, hit play and joined him on the bed, bowl of popcorn in between us. So far this whole dating thing seemed to go quite fine.