Well, it seems that we meet again! Sorry for the big wait, but my computer screwed up... I hope everyone enjoyed Dally's master plan on how to hook up Johnny and Angelina—that he messed HIMSELF! He he he, let's see what happens...

Chapter 5: The First Date

Angelina's P. O. V.

To say the least, I was relieved when the three boys left the house. I couldn't bear to see the look on Johnny's face any longer. I'd never listen to Dally again...

Johnny's P. O. V. (Don't worry there aren't as many p. o. v. switching in this one)

Pony and Dally were standing at the bottom of the white wooden steps, waiting for me. I don't even know why I felt that I needed to say something to her, especially after what had happened in the bathroom...or may be that was why I needed to.

She was kind of not looking at me, just looking the other way, kind of off into the distance. Gosh, she sure looks pretty when she's blushing like that and all, I thought, but this time I didn't scold myself for thinking it. After all, we'd practically kissed now and...well, I can't say I wouldn't mind doing it again. (A/N: Ahh! I can't believe I thought of that! That was so cute!)

She must have already knew what I was going to ask her or maybe she just guessed because she said quietly so that Dallas wouldn't hear "You know, I wouldn't mind if you asked me on date, Johnny."

I don't know where she got the courage to say that. She always acted real shy around me. But I was even more surprised when I said "Well, I'd like that alright..."

Her hazel eyes looked up all of a sudden and she looked like she was about to giggle or something, but she didn't. She placed her hands lightly on my shoulder, her face flushing greatly (I bet mine was too. I could feel it.) and said "Bye" quietly.

When I turned to face Dally and Ponyboy, they were both grinning, though Dally's was a lot more suggestive than Pony's. As I made my way down the steps, he draped an arm around my shoulder and messed up my hair. I wasn't all that annoyed with him anymore, though; I was feeling pretty good that night.

The next time I saw Angelina was at school on Monday in health class. For the first time, I was paying attention to her, sitting there. It was strange how so many things could happen in a weekend. She would look over at me and instead of looking away hurriedly, she smiled this time, wrote something down on a small slip of paper and handed it to me as soon as the teacher wasn't looking.

I opened it and it read:

What are you thinking about?

I turned it over and wrote "You", and after a while of staring at my writing, erased it and wrote "Last Night". That sounded pretty bad too, but I handed the paper back to her anyways. She read it quickly and blushed, trying to muffle a laugh. I couldn't help but smile too, not because of the note, but because I'd caught myself thinking of how nice she looked again.

Mr. Lipton turned out the lights and started a movie about the body organs and believe me, I found it a lot more interesting to keep my eyes in Angelina's direction.

She had sort of drifted off by then, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling around her neck. I reminded myself of Pony, sitting there just staring at her, allowing my mind to wander: I wonder what it would be lick to feel those lips against mine...and I vaguely remembered the previous night, her lips gently brushing mine, waiting for...for...

As if on cue, Angelina woke up and examined the room around her absent-mindedly, her eyes stopping at mine, a little confused. I looked just above her shoulder, as to appear that I had been looking somewhere other than at her...

Angelina's P. O. V.

It was strange to find Johnny Cade, the guy I'd been practically in love with for so long, staring at me, or at least, that's what it looked like he was doing. I decided to make a joke out of it, so he wouldn't be embarrassed, and I rested my head on my left hand and stared hard at Johnny.

He looked back at me once or twice, and both times, he'd turn away, blushing, but I think he got that I was joking the third time and began to laugh. I laughed too and winked exaggeratedly at him. He was laughing silently to himself, trying not to be heard over the movie and I couldn't help but notice how nice he looked in such dim light, not that scared looked anymore, but he actually looked handsome.

My mind wondered absently back to the warmth of Johnny's arms wrapped gently around my waist and suddenly I wondered if the class would mind too much if I replayed the events at that very moment. Thinking of the look on Mr. Lipton's face, I burst into sudden fits of laughter, Johnny giving me quizzical looks occassionally...

Wow, if I was this giddy just thinking about him, I was going to just about have a heart attack on our date.

I was sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting for Johnny. At any sound whatsoever, I'd jump up and look out the window, suspecting his presence. Finally, the doorbell rang and I was there in a second, checking myself in the mirror before opening the door.

Johnny was standing there, sort of looking around himself, with his hands jammed in his pockets as usual.

"Hi," he mumbled, a little shakily.

I smiled, trying not to blush, as I seemed so prone to be caught doing lately.

"So, where do you wanna go?" he asked politely.

I shrugged and suggested, "Movies?"

"Okay."

I closed the door behind me and the two of us started down the steps, barely making conversation.

"How are you?" I asked, trying to encourage him to talk to me a bit more.

He shrugged and said, "Alright, I guess, same as usual. How 'bout you?"

I thought for a while, "Bad," I state finally.

He looked up at me with an unreadable expression. "Why Bad?"

"Just Kidding..." I said a little embarrassedly. I didn't know he would have taken me serious.

Well, as usual, my smart comments seemed to completely cease all hopes of speaking to one another until we got to the drive-in. I offered to pay for my own ticket, seeing the look of apologetic embarrassment on Johnny's face as he searched through the pockets of his jeans and jacket. He found us some seats towards the middle and sat down timidly beside me, almost immediately bouncing back up.

"You want something to eat?"

He'd already started off, not exactly waiting for my answer and I sat there, staring at the currently blank screen. I looked around, hoping to see someone I knew and, thankfully, I saw Sandy Rutherford sitting diagonally from me.

I called her over and when she reached me, she sat beside me and asked, "What are you doin' here alone?"

I always liked Sandy, most people did because she was nice and all, even though she was a little older than me.

"I'm here with Johnny," I said, already predicting her reaction.

"Johnny! Johnny Cade?"

I nodded, smiling to myself a little. It was still a little strange to believe that I actually was here with him.

"Wow, Angie, that's great! Where is he?"

I pointed to his figure at the concession and Sandy waved to him.

"Well, how are things going so far?"

I shrugged and said disappointedly, "I don't know. He's still not talking so much, you know?"

She nodded sympathetically and gave me a reassuring smile, "Well, don't worry, just be patient with him. He's just not used to yet. God knows, he wouldn't talk to me for a whole month."

By the time Johnny came back, Sandy had already left to rejoin her friends, glancing back at us every once in a while.

The movie started and Johnny sat back and handed me my drink. I took it, trying to think of something to do, when he suddenly sat upright and said, "How's Sandy?"

Oh, I thought he was going to say something more...exciting.

I shrugged. I'd been doing that a lot lately.

"She's alright."

He nodded and appeared to be thinking of something else to say.

"You wanna get out of here?" I blurted out. I'd been contemplating asking him that for a while now, but I didn't mean to say it out loud.

Looking back at the screen, he nodded, and as he stood up, I took hold of his hand. He avoided my eyes, but he didn't let go. I was concentrating so much on the gratifying warmth of his my hand in his that as we were leaving the Dingo, I tripped rather clumsily on a fallen branch, falling right on my arse (A/N: Finally, Angelina gets to get embarrassed! I love that word: arse!!!).

I was so humiliated I couldn't even pretend to laugh at myself. I knew I probably looked pretty silly, sitting there in the dirt, but instead of laughing at me, Johnny offered his hand to help me up. I guess he'd gotten pretty used to embarrassing moments considering the past few days.

We linked hands again, but this time he laced his fingers through mine, causing me to forget my oh-so-recent blunder. He still wouldn't look quite directly at me, but I didn't care anymore, I was in bliss.

We walked silently for about ten minutes along the sidewalk, before I began, "So, what do you want to do?"

"Makeout."

WAIT A MINUTE, WHAT!!! HE DIDN'T SAY WHAT I THINK HE JUST SAID–

"What?"

"I don't know."

I released a humongous sigh of relief.

"Well, what do you and Ponyboy do together?"

He shrugged and thought about it for a while. I couldn't help but notice little things about him, like how every time he thought like that, he would bite his lip slightly. I stared at him with that expression on his face, wondering what it would be like to feel those lips with mine again...

"Let's go to the lot." he said finally, interrupting my thoughts.

Johnny and I made our way to the lot, still hand in hand (BIG SIGH). We both laid down on our backs and gazed up at the few stars in the night sky. I looked over at Johnny, whose face was partially lighted by a nearby streetlight, and couldn't resist the temptation to lay my head on his shoulder. I could feel his hair brush against the side of my face as he turned his head slightly towards me and put an arm around my shoulder...

( A/N: I know, I know, but at least finish the chapter before you melt in your seat!)

We must have laid there for almost an hour, just staring up at the night sky in that same position, because when I checked my watch, I nearly had a heart attack. My mom was gonna kill me if I didn't live right then. Thank God my house was so close by.

Neither of us said anything, apparently both feeling quite shy concerning our...intimacy, if I may, just a few minutes ago. We walked up my front steps as quietly as possible, trying not to wake up my mom, and paused as I unlocked the door.

"Well, Johnny...G'night I guess."

"G'night," he said, almost silently, staring a hole into his shoe.

I stood there for a minute, sort of waiting for something–that actually happened!

Johnny looked up from the ground suddenly, seeming as if he had decided what to do, and pulled me into a gentle embrace. He pulled away slightly, just enough to press his lips to mine, softly, but slowly.

As I pulled away, in a daze, he stepped back a little, letting his hands fall from around my waist and uttered a last "Goodnight, Angelina."

AHHHH!!! Run around the room a bunch of times screaming and giggling at the same time Wow, I liked that last little ditty of a scene!

"What do you wanna do?"

"Makeout."

He he he, I wish I could have worked in some way that that would have actually happened...Oh well! R&R people, I need your sweet love!!!!