I couldn't help but stare at Candy all day long. During the tour I didn't pay attention to a thing dad said. The same was for dinner. I barely touched my food. Everything else seemed boring when I compared it to Candy. She was so bright and full of life. How could someone stop watching her?

After dinner Candy said that she had to go home. I wasn't happy about it but there wasn't anything that I could do. Her parents were going to pick her up at the factory so I walked her to the gate.

"I really had fun Basil," she said. "I want to do it again real soon."

"Me too," I said leaning forward.

I wanted to kiss her again but I wasn't sure if I was supposed to. In the past girls had gotten mad when I kissed them more than once in one day. Candy must have decided that it was ok because she plated a kiss on my lips. It didn't last as long as the first one but I still loved it.

"Maybe we could go somewhere this weekend," I suggested.

"I did want to go to the movies," Candy said.

"Then I'll take you to the movies," I said. "Saturday night?"

"I'll have to ask my parents," she explained with a smile. "But I don't think they'll have a problem with it."

A blue vovo pulled up in front of the factory. Candy let out a unhappy sigh when she saw it. That meant it had to be her parents.

"That's my parents," she said unnecessarily. "I have to go."

"Ok," I said hugging her. "Call me."

"I will," She said and walked over to the car.

I stood there at the gate and watched as the car drove away. After a few minutes it disappeared around a curve. Only then did I walk away.

I didn't go right back into the factory. I needed a little time to think I walked over to the metal doors and sat down on the steps in front of them. Without even having to think about it I pulled out a cigerette and lit it. When ever I needed to think smoking always seemed to help.

Candy was a pretty girl and she seemed really sweet. Yet, wasn't it always the pretty girls that turned on you the quickest. It had always seemed like that in the past. Pretty girls know that they can find a guy whenever they want one so they tend to use men. Candy wouldn't do that. At least I didn't think she would.

I was getting a brain ache from all the thinking. Too much thinking isn't good for you.

Talking to dad about everything never once entered my mind as an option. Talking to him about love would be like talking to a five year old boy about love as far as I was concerned. I was just going to have to figure everything about by myself.

I threw my cigerette down on the ground and put it out with my boot.