Author: Artsgirl15
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Author's Note: Sorry for the long time between updates! I had a chapter written, but after I looked at it, I realized that Dave would never talk like that. So I came back and rewrote it. I'm happy to say I like this Chapter 3 better than the other one that I wrote. Thanks to my reviewers, you keep me going!
Chapter Three: Hallmark state of mind.

Have you ever had one of those nights where everything just seems to go right? You haven't? Sucks to be you.
Just kidding.
But really, I think I'm about to die from spastic happiness. I feel sorry for anyone who hasn't had this feeling before.
We started the evening nicely; we had dinner at a fancy restaurant that I cannot name for the life of me. It was somewhere along the lines of Chez Fancy. (Yes, that was sarcasm.) Lane was snapping pictures constantly; I was happy to see her as excited as I was... am... It also made me sad; Lane hasn't been allowed to date anyone she liked for her entire life. This was her first chance, and she was so... eager. I was so happy to be her first... er, legitimate (to her mother) date.
She was so eager, that she took pictures of our meal... at one bite, two bites, three bites... etc. I am proud to say that I refrained from laughing or making any comments. If I hadn't smashed it in an unfortunate... 'groupie enactment,' I would have brought my camera. Damn Zach.
After dinner, we proceeded to the prom. The gym was decorated in the obligatory sparkly decorations, compliments of the senior prom committee. The music was very American Idol-esque, and Lane and I nearly gagged. Luckily, the music selection was changed quickly, and we did not have to poke out our eardrums.
We danced a little, and talked a lot. This was our first official date, and it was perfect.
After spending as much time as we could, I walked Lane home. Lane insisted that if I was going to kiss her that we had to stop 10 blocks before we reached he house, so we did, and I kissed her. It was amazing, incredible, mind blowing, but just as good as the very few others that we had. Eventually, we started walking again, and I gave her a respectful good-bye. I didn't see Mrs. Kim.
So now, I'm at home, trying to get to sleep. I can't. I keep playing the entire evening over and over again in my head. It was perfect. We didn't think about whether or not we would be able to see each other again, we just thought about how perfect it was to be together then. I have never and will never meet anyone like Lane again. She's perfect.
Okay, I should really make more of an effort now. The first sign that you need to go to sleep is that you start thinking in a Hallmark state of mind. And I am way past greeting cards.
A/N: There it is. Incredibly short, I know, but I'm having difficulty coming up with where to go with this. Suggestions needed!
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