It was 7:30 and I was in the process of picking out an outfit, I wanted something nice but not too nice. I straightened my usually wavy hair and put on a little bit of makeup.

I dressed in a dark denim romper with a thick red belt and red converse. I heard a knock on the door I ran down the stairs two at a time and all but flung myself at the door. When I opened it the most amazing sight met my eyes.

Jared was dressed in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, simple yes but with his muscle he took it from simple to male model.

"Hey" he said and I had to detach my eyes from his amazing body, but it was too late he caught me ogling him and he had a cocky grin on his beautiful face.

"Sorry" I said.

"It's cool lets go" he said. I would go anywhere with him.

We went to dinner first, it was this nice little Italian place and there chicken alfredo was pretty good, but the service could be better. The waitress was hitting on Jared all night. When we were done eating we went to see this totally unrealistic movie about vampires and werewolves. For some reason it put Jared on edge.

LATER
we walked out of the theater and into the street. It was cold but for some reason it felt really warm next to Jared. I kept hearing the most annoying laughter like the guys were drunk or something. I could tell it made Jared uneasy by the way he held me close to him. The laughter got closer and one of them yelled out,

"Hey man wanna share her?"

I blushed so hard from both embarrassment and anger but it was nothing compared to Jared. He was so mad he was shaking.

"C'mon, just a little" the disgusting man begged.

Jared held my hand hard and ran just slow enough for me to keep up. We got to the car and when he realized we weren't followed he let go of my hand.

"After a moment I asked, "hey are you OK"?

This for some reason made him angry. "You should not be asking me if I'm OK" he didn't yell but I still wish I hadn't said anything.

"Sorry I get overprotective" he said, but he didn't seem much calmer.

"I'm fine" I said. I just want to get out of here.

"I should go back there a kill those sons of bitches" he spat and the venom in his words made me cringe internally, because I knew that if I didn't do something he would actually commit murder. And with that I leaned towards him and kissed his lips and he kissed back thankful for the distraction. They say it's like fireworks, your first kiss, but it's more like the sun exploding followed by the taste of honey. Or maybe that's just me.