Jenna looked soft and elegant, like she belonged in this environment. The soft lighting of the restaurant cast gentle shadows on the hallows of her face. Her mouth looked plush and kissable. Coupled with the smooth jazz music in the background, she seemed sultry and seductive and sensual. He couldn't believe she was here, that she had accepted to go out with an ordinary guy like him. He hesitantly took her hand, and she blushed prettily and curled her fingers around his.

"So... uhh... tell me about your family." Peter asked as they ate their appetizers.

"Well, I got two little brothers, Jonah and Noah. Jonah is 18, and Noah is 14. Mom and Dad passed away last year." She sadly smiled.

"I'm sorry."

Peter didn't notice the small flinch his words caused.

"So, tell me about your family." Jenna asked with a small widening of her eyes.

Jenna POV

I walked up the steps to the porch, Peter a few steps behind. "So, this is me." I said awkwardly.

He stood there for a moment, then commented in a slightly nervous voice. "I...I guess I'll see you tomorrow...Good...Goodnight." He said with a clearing of his throat.

He turned to leave, and I began to open the door when he turned around and pressed a dry kiss to my lips. I paused and softly kissed back. It was not earth-breaking, ground-shattering, but it was nice. He didn't smell and didn't slobber, and he was a very nice guy.

Peter finally pulled back, his cheeks a little flushed. "I'll...I'll call you." He said with a smile.

Darry POV

Jenna entered the living room the next day, looking bright and cheering and happy in a pale yellow tank and jeans. She smiled at Johnny and examined his wounds. "If you want, Johnny, I can contact a friend of mine in the government. He could get you away from your parents, but keep you under the car of Darry or I." I heard her say softly to him.

"Jenna, I couldn't ask you to do that. I can handle it."

"It's no trouble, I could easily-"

"No. It's fine." Johnny cut her off in only the way he could, with a soft tone that offered no argument.

She came into the kitchen, and I offered her a ham sandwich, which she accepted with a soft smile and a thanks. "So how was your date?" I asked casually.

Jenna shrugged. "He's nice, good-looking, not too bright, but nice."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Nice, as in oh my ooo he is nice," I used a high-pitched voice for this, "or as in 'ehh, he's nice, I guess.' " Jenna laughed and bumped her shoulder gently with mine.

"You're ridiculous!" She smiled brightly at me, and said, "I think I'll go out with him again. He's a good guy, he deserves a chance. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't phenomenal."

The easiness I had with her was marred slightly by this idea.

Jenna POV

Peter asked me to the Department Picnic the next day. I accepted with a smile and that night read to halfway through Gone With the Wind.