(A/N Trying first person, lets do this! owo)

I swore I thought I would never see the day when a girl would drag me out of my door, and I would have not had been happier to go outside. If you're inside for a year of your life, you practically have considered suicide, and you've just got blown from your ex-rival that turned out to be "gayish" and drunk, then you must know the amount of discomfort I was feeling going out in public without messing shit up. It's become quite a hobby, and unfortunately, my only one.

That is, until LeShawna dragged me out the door.

I found out that she is really interested in air fresheners, because I can smell a shitload of unopened cans in her backseat. Not shocking, since she always tends to smell nice. Don't laugh at me. I'm not being "frisky", she just smells nice.

Anyways, I was sitting in shotgun, and of course, she was driving, since I lost my permit months ago. She had the windows down, and it was nice to let some fresh air in. I remember once when I was passing notes with Geoff during health class that too much of those cleaner-thingies in your lungs can kill you. Of course, LeShawna wasn't in that class, so I'm pretty sure she never considered the thought of her dying from air freshener.

And if she was dying, I'd do anything to stop that from happening.

Wait, where the fuck was I? Oh yeah!

So I was watching her drive, her completely and totally focus on the road, and I was just trying to contemplate out how she could be so silent, but have a whole novel on her face screaming "READ ME." So, I tried to read her. Her face looks excited, although she didn't smile, but the browline looked like a subheading in italics saying "I'm jealous". I was just going to figure out what.

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

She sighed and looked at me with a pitiful face, and then back to the road. It's obvious she didn't want to talk about it.

But I did. Even if it meant being a broken record.

"LeShawna..."

"I'm just still in shock, that's all," she answered, giving me a reassuring smile that everything was "okay." What a horrible liar.

"No, there's obviously more. Is it about Harold?"

It slipped out. I swear.

Lucky for me, she kept her "cool" and just carried out the conversation patiently.

"No, it's more about you."

"Me?"

"Trent, too. I'm just wondering what's wrong with him. He didn't need to do such a thing when you're barely recovering from depression."

"You think I'm depressed?"

"Obviously, yeah! Look at you! You're as pale as that Zeke boy, you purposely try to ruin people's lives, and we hadn't kept in touch until suddenly for a year. I was wondering what had happened."

"You thought of me?"

Her face instantly froze. I could tell all of that slipped out, because my face looked the same when I mentioned Harold. The same muscles on her face retracted, her eyebrows shot up, and although she had nothing to say, her lips trembled and made inaudible words.

"W-well, yeah, almost everyone did. Out of, y'know, conern," she replied, getting her composure back.

"Well, you were on my mind, but not exactly out of concern..." I whispered to the window. I had a feeling she heard by her smile I saw in the reflection of her clean window. I couldn't help but smile.

"How about some tunes?" I suggested, she nodded. I turned on her CD player, and instantly I hear "Baby Got Back". We were rapping along to the whole song, not missing a sound effect or word, and when it was finished, we cracked up and just stayed silent for a bit. It wasn't awkward, more like, a satisfied silence. You could practically feel the good mood coming through us.

I had completely forgotten she was taking me somewhere, when she finally reached the destination. I was about to lose my mind when I saw the sign.

"Dave and Buster's?!" I exclaimed in surprise and excitement.

"Hell yeah! I go here when fun is on my mind..." she pulls out her wallet, "...and my wallet!"

I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe she would pay for me! It's around thirty dollars if you don't feel thristy or hungry. She pulled out a countless amount of twenties and I ran inside with her right behind me.

"Where did you get the money?"

"Pity letter from Heather. She said she and Harold are gonne be engaged after senior year."

Awkward silence. I'm sure we both thought what it would be like for us to get married, have little LeShawnas and Duncans run around the house...

I liked the idea. Deep within me is a family man, not necessarily with my parents, but with a wife and children of my own. LeShawna was at the booth to buy the cards, and I just watched her.

Would she ever say yes if I asked? Would she ever want children with me?

Those questions played through my mind until she began to talk again.

"Okay, I wanna do the car racing!"

"Right behind you!"

We ran to the car racing games like little five year-olds in Chuck E Cheese's, and let me tell you, she gave NO MERCY.

Well, neither did I, so the races were pretty fun.

We decided to have a contest, whoever wins the most of everything has to dare the loser to do something. LeShawna said not to tell until the person won, so we just had a heeluva time.

And whatever she wanted to dare me, it was probably gonna be worth it. She had her "A" game on!

After the racing, which she beat me in, the score was 1 - 0, and I suggested some hoops. She didn't refuse, and we shot some hoops, and thanks to my short-but-still-taller-than-LeShawna height, I beat her, making it tied.

We did everything from Wheel of Fortune, to Skeeball, to those Claw games to win stuffed animals, to a Chicken wing eating contest, then she looked at her cell phone after our break. I had forgotten the score, and she kept track on her phone.

"You won, boy. 3-2. You're lucky that the claw game didn't exclude stealing." We both laughed and went back to silence.

"Thanks for taking me here, I had a blast."

"It was no problem! I probably had a lot of more fun than you!"

"Is that a challenge for round 6?"

"No, boy you got me. Let's step outside, and you tell me what you want me to do."

I had one thing in mind, and blushed as we walked outside, I motioned to go to the car, and she followed looking anxious. She knew I'm a master at pranks, but I was shocked at myself that I didn't want to humiliate her. Perhaps later.

I sat in shotgun, she was back in her driver's seat, and she had her arms crossed, waiting.

"Okay," I began, building up an insane amount of butterflies, "I want you to..." I bit my lip, moving my eyes around. She was still waiting.

"... give me a nice kiss... on the lips. And you must like it!"

She laughed and I did too, wondering if she thought I was serious. She shook her head.

"Okay, so what?"

"That's it."

Her eyes were as wide as the sky, and her face was more frozen than a statue, and all I could do was look pathetic and blush. She rolled her eyes, gave me an evil smirk from hell, and pounced on me unexpectantly.

I swore until then, I never kissed.

Her lips were against mine for only seconds, and they were obviously in good health, because of how smooth and how plump they were compared to mine. She didn't seem to mind my loserness at the moment, because apparently she was completely on me. Her hands rubbed down my sensitive arms, and I quietly moaned to myself.

Her arms held onto my shoulders when she began to slide in some tongue. I quickly followed and repeated her action, almost gasping at the sweet taste in her mouth. I slowly began to nibble at her, becoming more aggressive with the kiss, and my hands rubbed down her back, and as they went down, her spine arched and I found myself groaing and gasping for air.

I quickly twitched in frustration when she got up and smiled at me.

"You didn't dare for a make-out session, Duncan."

She giggled and moved back to the driver's seat, putting the keys in ignition. I was still breathing hard, my hands were still extended out, and my hair was a bit messed up. She fixed herself too, and pushed onto the pedal to drive me back home.

"I should have dared for one," I mumbled quietly.

"I wish you did," LeShawna muttered, knowing what I said. At a red light, she gave me a look.

You know the look.

Like a cliffhanger in a story when you're like "Not now, but more excitement awaits". I smiled as a reply and she nodded, looking back in time for the green light, we continued the drive to my house. It seemed that in seconds she was pulling into the front of my yard. I sighed, looking to her.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, it's not like you can spend the night at my house."

"There's still light out."

"I know, which is why I'm going inside with you."

I came to a sudden realization.

She did want to continue, and lucky for me I couldn't wait either.