The drive took about fifteen minutes and we talked as if we were old friends. He teased me about my childish purse, and I poked fun at his insisting to wear his glasses, even in the dark. For the first time since I moved away from my island, I felt relaxed. Although I couldn't speak for Dave, he seemed to be comfortable too. After the fifteen minutes, he pulled up to an overcrowded Olive Garden.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman. Olive Garden's the place of choice tonight, huh?" I teased him lightly.

Dave simply shrugged. "Isn't it ironic that this is like your job, but better?"

I folded my arms across my chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Dave smiled. "Don't worry. Your job suits you. You look adorable in your uniform." He winked and I blushed again. I opened my own door this time and looked up at the restaurant. There were a lot of stairs leading up to the door. I wasn't very good at walking up stairs in heels. I bit my lip slightly as I walked beside Dave, wobbling a few times. "Having some trouble? How the fuck do you girls walk in those?"

Instead of a verbal answer, I missed the step and started to fall. Quick as a cat, Dave grabbed my arm and pulled me upright. When our bare skin touched, I felt some sort of shock through our skin and I was no longer at Olive Garden.

"Harley, hold on!" Dave exclaimed. For once, his glasses were off and I noted how handsome he looked in order to keep myself calm. I was dangling over a cliff with frogs in one hand and my other gripping Dave's.

"I had no intention of letting go!" I told him, gripping him tighter as he pulled me up. As my feet touched the ground, I fell forward into his arms, discarding the frogs onto the ground. I would catch them later. I buried my face into his chest and breathed him in. "Thank you, so much." I murmured.

"I couldn't let someone like you go. Bro would kick my ass."

As I returned back to Olive Garden, I found myself leaning against Dave's chest, breathing heavily. Dave was leaned against the railing, beads of sweat trailing from his forehead down. I was staring up at him and I felt our eyes meet through his pointed glasses. "You can't say that was nothing." I whispered. The weakness following these little visions increased from the last time and I couldn't get my voice louder than that.

"I COULD say it was nothing. But we both know that we should acknowledge it. Just not right now. All I want to focus on right now is how beautiful you are. Let's have a nice date... Jade." The words appeared to leave him dumbstruck. I don't blame him though. I couldn't believe he just said that either!

Without any argument on the fact, we walked up to the entrance. It turns out; Dave hadn't thought to make a reservation. But, lucky us, there was only a fifteen minute wait. We had wanted to wait inside like normal people, but there was barely enough standing room in that place, so we went back outside. We stood by a fence, side by side. We were back to talking like before.

"So where do you work?" I asked him. "It's only fair for me to know since you know my career of choice."

""I'm surprised you don't know who the fuck I am. So, I guess this means you don't go to very many clubs." Dave hinted with a shrug. I totally got the wrong message.

"You're a stripper?" My voice was louder than I intended and several people turned and glanced our way.

Dave let out a full-hearted, strong laugh. It lasted for a minute, causing him to clutch his stomach. "Shit, Harley, you don't have a filter do you? No, I'm not a fucking stripper. I'm the DJ for most clubs. My latest gig has been at this new place called Studio 21."

I couldn't help but turn red in embarrassment. When someone says something about clubs, I usually tend to assume strip clubs since that's what it means in the movies. I had never been to one before. "Sorry, it's just that… I've never been to any sort of club, strip club or regular club. When someone says the word club, I often assume it's the naughty kind."

"Well, that's just damned depressing. You've never been to a dance club? What, were you raised on an island or something?"

"Actually, I was. I only moved to Texas three years ago, since I could legally live alone."

""Well shit." Dave smirked. "That means that we have plans for after we eat. Don't worry. I won't disappoint." He winked.

"So I'm going clubbing?" I asked him. A strong breeze suddenly blew through, making the air colder. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. Dave noticed my sudden chill, and silently took off his hoodie and he draped it around my shoulders. I looked up at him, about to speak, but they called our name.

As he turned away, I swear I could have saw him blushing and mumbling, "Don't think too much of it."

The dinner was terrible, just as we expected. We sent back our food a few times, and had a good laugh about everything. Mostly the laughter was due to my first taste of wine. I liked the initial taste, but the after taste was disgusting. I drank a couple glasses until I felt a buzzing in my skull. I really didn't enjoy this feeling and it made me giggle way too much. Dave didn't drink anything because he got free drinks at work, but he encouraged me to try the different wines. I think he just enjoyed the faces I made.

We split the bill equally and went on our way. Studio 21 was about a half an hour away but the ride seemed to go by quickly. This ride was different, though. My hand rested on top of his as we drove, casually singing along to the music on the radio. It felt perfect, like this had been going on for years.

When we pulled up to the club, it was already busy. Dave was late, like always. You would think they would fire him, but he's not too shabby of a DJ. We snuck into the back, Dave gripping my hand tightly as we walked in between boxes of alcohol. I kept knocking into some of them and giggled. "You're a lightweight, aren't you?"

"I'm only 115 pounds, so I guess I am light weight!"

"Not what I meant, but I'll take it."

He led me upstairs to his DJ booth. I looked around at the dimly lit room and all the flashing lights on the sound board. In the middle of all the switches was an old fashioned turntable with records. "So you're an old fashioned DJ?" I asked, letting go of his hand to look at all this equipment.

Dave simply nodded. He walked up to the turntables and half put on some headphones. He turned off the prerecorded techno that was playing and quickly started his job. I leaned up against the wall, watching him play. After a few song selections, I tried to talk to him. "You're really good at that! You must be the master or something!"

He smirked and glanced over at me. "Come here and let the master teach you." I smiled and walked over to him.

"Are you sure you want to try? I've never even done anything remotely close to this."

""Of course I'm sure. Now stand in front of me and just put your hands here..." Dave reached around me and grabbed my hands gently so he could guide them to the disks "Now you just kind of move them like this..." He rested his hands gently on top of mine and they moved their hands in perfect sync. I knew he was doing most of the work, but I still couldn't help but giggle as we made music. We stood close like this for a while.

After a little bit, he rested his chin on my shoulder. "See, you're not as bad as you thought." He whispered into my ear.

I blushed a little and grinned. "That's because you're doing it for me." I told him, gently nudging his cheek with my head.

"And for that, I believe I deserve some sort of compensation."

I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him. "And what would that be?"

"A kiss," he said simply.

I giggled and shook my head. "I don't give those out so easily, you know." This was mostly because I had never been kissed before nor had I ever kissed anyone myself.

As I turned back to the turntables, I felt his hands lifting from mine to press the prerecorded selection button. When the records stopped spinning, I turned to face him. His hands seemed to go to my face and I was looking at him. "But see, this is what I meant earlier by you'll find out. This is your punishment." He leaned in and our lips touched. Unexpectedly, I was hurtled into another unexpected memory.

"Dave! Dave! Oh my God, Dave, get up!" I shouted frantically, shaking him by the shoulders. I was crying. But I never cried! No, this wasn't happening. "Dave, please, get up!" His round shades were laying beside him and he opened his eyes slightly.

"Don't cry, Harley." He whispered, blood dripping from his thin lips. "There's no reason to cry for me. You'll win this game, without me. I just wish I could live long enough to finally get that kiss from you." His hand reached up and touched my face and it slowly fell as his body went limp.

"Dave!" I shouted, grabbing his face in my hands. "Here, you can have it!" I leaned down and kissed him. "Damn it, you can have them all if you just come back!"

I was back with Dave just as our lips parted. Through his pointed shades, I could see his eyes wide and filled slightly with tears. We were shaking together and for once, he didn't have a snarky comment about what we saw.

But I did. "Well, I did say you can have them all." I whispered to him, kissing him again.