When I told Rhenda how the show went, she looked pale and almost disbelieving. In fact, if she hadn't been so sick, I would've been dead for almost ruining her reputation. But, when she found out about my new boyfriend, she had clapped her hands and screamed despite her lack of voice. I had laughed to see her react in such a fashion, but I digress.

I hadn't had much time to laugh at Rhenda before the phone rang. I ran to answer it and scooped it up.

"Hello!" I smiled cheerily. I was no longer afraid of answering the phone anymore. And believe you-me, it made me feel a lot better.

"Hey, babe," a familiar voice flirted on the other end. "How's my girl?"

"Fine," I giggled. "How's my boy?"

"Great," Micky answered. "So I was thinking; do you want to catch a movie today?"

"Mm," I purred. "Sounds good. What movie?"

"It's a surprise," Micky grinned. I giggled.

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious. When are you going to pick me up?" I asked.

"I'll be there around two o'clock," Micky told me. "See you, babe."

"See you," I said flirtatiously.

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We sat in the back of the theater watching the new movie Thoroughly Modern Millie. It was funny, which is what I always enjoyed in a movie. I giggled as the romantic Jimmy came up with a new dance: The Tapioca. As people began to get into the dance, tapping and wiggling around to the music, Micky stretched his arm around me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he kissed my forehead.

"Like the movie?" he whispered him my ear.

"It's cute," I giggled.

"Not the only thing that is around here," Micky winked.

"Shhhhh," the man in front of us pouted. When the man turned back around, Micky stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes. I giggled again and I was surprised to hear it sound almost exactly like a Disney princess. Micky looked at me curiously before grinning and kissing my forehead again.

"Every second I spend with you," he muttered so the man in front of us couldn't hear, "I like you more and more." I smiled sweetly at him, then faced front to watch the movie.

By this time, the innkeeper, Mrs. Meers, had shut off the music and had demanded that everyone get out of her establishment. Jimmy decided to take Millie for a joyride in his bright red car. It looked like a real speed-demon. The scene panned to a park at nighttime. The car was parked in wonderful view of the stars…but Jimmy and Millie were nowhere to be seen. My heart jumped up to my throat as I heard the tell-tale sounds of a make-out session.

Micky's hand squeezed my shoulder. I looked up at him just in time to have his lips crash into mine. I was surprised, but not in a bad way. We kissed for about a minute. This was as far as it went, but it was amazing. Again, sparks zapped through my body and I could've sworn I started to glow with all that electricity flowing around. When we pulled apart, we grinned dumbly at each other.

"Wow," Micky said quietly.

"Yeah," I added. "'Wow' is right." I blushed. This time, it was most definitely not just out of habit.

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After the movie, Micky and I were walking out of the theater. I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me. For a minute, I thought Rhenda had sent Mr. Barrossa to stalk me again. But this theory was proven wrong when…

"The last time I saw that ass, it was hauling out of Denny's," a voice sniggered behind me. I whirled around.

"D-Dean?" I stuttered. Indeed, Dean Hatcher was now gliding up to me like a snake: poised and ready to strike its poor, helpless victim. What a time to be imagining yourself as a mouse!

"Reggina Mary Sullivan," he grinned evilly. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be out and about again. Finishing a date, I see?"

"You know this guy, Reggina?" Micky asked, eyeing Dean carefully.

"Pardon my manners," Dean smirked, addressing Micky. "Dean Hatcher: Reggina's first boyfriend." Micky looked at me, confused.

"You never told me you dated before," he said, cocking his head over to one side.

"Oh yeah," Dean growled. "But, she never finishes the date, of course. You must feel oh-so-lucky!" I tried to glare at Dean, but instead, I gave him a withering glance.

"Um…" Micky trailed off, trying to find something to say. Suddenly, something passed through his mind and his eyes lit up. "Yes," he grinned. "In fact, I do feel lucky."

"Oh really?" Dean sniggered.

"Yup." Micky's voice cracked. "Very, very, very lucky." It was Dean's turn to fumble for something to say, but he was so good at talking back, he didn't have to think for long.

"I hope you get the good side when she breaks up with you. She's got a lovely rear-end," Dean said almost in a purr. He walked around me to leave and slapped my rump. I squealed a little and Micky clenched his fists. He started to go after Dean, but I held him back.

"Micky, don't worry," I pleaded. "I'm fine. Don't do something you're going to regret." Micky calmed down and his fists unclenched. He took my hands and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Do you really never finish dates?" he asked sounding slightly apprehensive.

"To be honest," I sighed, "this is the first date I've gone on since I broke up with Dean." Micky's face lit up.

"So I'm the first one you've ever stayed with for an entire date?!" he exclaimed. I nodded, smiling warmly. "YIPPEE!" Micky grinned leaping up into the air. "I'M THE LUCKIEST GUY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!"

"And I'm the luckiest girl," I flirted. Micky looked at me, still grinning from ear to ear. He leaned down and kissed me and I kissed back. "Thanks for not taking this too hard," I said when we parted. I put my head on his shoulder.

"Why would I do that?" Micky asked.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "I just thought maybe Dean would have a bad influence on you." I glanced behind me at my butt. "He's not exactly the most gentlemanly of guys." Micky looked at me and grinned evilly.

"You have to admit," he chuckled, craning his neck to look behind me, "you do have a nice ass." I smacked his arm playfully.

"Shut up," I giggled.

"Well, it's true," he teased. He put his arm around me and I leaned on his shoulder. This felt so right. Even though I'd only dated one guy before this, I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach: the feeling that all my romance novels said was called "true love."

"What time is it?" I asked absentmindedly. Micky checked his watch.

"About 4:30," he answered.

"I'm hungry. Should we get some dinner?" I thought out loud.

Micky agreed and pulled me into a restaurant in the same mall as the movie theater. We sat down and I looked at the menu. I laughed when I saw what was on it.

"It's a health food place," I chuckled. Micky looked a little surprised too.

"I could've sworn this place was a Domino's," he mumbled confusedly. It certainly wasn't a pizza place anymore.

"Hi, I'm Christina," beamed a perky redhead as she walked over to our table. "Welcome to Jerry's Health Emporium. Can I take your order?"

"Er…um…uh…I…ffrrhsm," Micky stumbled. He dug into his menu attempting to figure out what the health food was. He looked like a junk-food person. I'd never noticed it before.

"I'll have the Shrimp Salad," I ordered while Micky tried to save himself from looking as out of place as an Eskimo at a surf contest.

"Uhhhh…Me too!" Micky exclaimed. Some people looked at him, but Christina simply swished her hair, took down our orders, and rushed off to get them started. "Thank you for getting something that sounds appealing," Micky breathed when Christina was gone.

"You looked a little flustered, so I figured I would get an absolute good," I shrugged. "No big deal."

"I swear, you are the best girlfriend I've ever had," Micky grinned. I blushed. Sometimes, I really didn't know how to take compliments like that.

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Later that afternoon, Micky took me home. We kissed outside my house for a long time. By the end, I was practically smoking from all the sparks. If that was really true love, I was in love with it. When we pulled apart, Micky smiled at me awkwardly before walking down the stairs of my porch and driving away in the bright red sports car.