Kennedy beeped the horn, and out walked Jon, who didn't really take her fashion advice. He was wearing a pair of jeans, although they looked incredibly torn, and he wore a wrinkly top. Kennedy smiled as she put the car into reverse once he was in, and they began the drive to the restaurant that Kennedy's father was meeting them at.

"Why were you scared?" he asked as Kennedy pulled into the parking lot. "I'm confused."

Kennedy let out a deep breath. "Because. I wouldn't even want to go out in public, at all looking like this.. with my face.." She put the car into park, before continuing. "But for some reason, I would go without putting on make-up to just have you near me, for some reason.." She shrugged as she grabbed her bag from the backseat of her car. Jon smiled.

"That's pretty cute.." Kennedy looked at him. He laughed. "Fine, fine. It's pretty adorable."

They walked into the restaurant, and both of her parents were sitting there – in the booth. Kennedy raised eyebrows, as she walked with Jon. "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was going to be here." She whispered to him. He smiled as he got to the table. "Jon, this is my mother Michelle, and my father, Brandon. Mother, father, Jon."

"You don't seem half as bad as what Kennedy's… friend said." Michelle spoke after a moment of silece. "She painted you to be the tattooed, pierced, Mohawk kind of guy." Kennedy knew that she was keeping her cool. "But obviously you're not tattooed, or pierced besides that earlobe of yours, and you don't have a Mohawk."

Jon took a deep breath, this was all completely new to him. "I don't have any tattoos, nor do I have plans to at any point in the near future."

"What do you want to do with our daughter?" Michelle asked again, almost in a disapproving tone. Jon and Kennedy both felt the judgement.

"I know I don't come from money, I don't live in a fancy mansion, heck, I can barely afford to put food on my table. But the feelings I've recently developed for your daughter is something that I can't even put into words. There's something special about her. When I asked her out on a date, officially, today, my mother came home sober. She hasn't been sober in years." Kennedy linked her hand with his, and he couldn't help but smile.

"I'm glad that our daughter could do that for you and your family," Michelle started, before Brandon cut her off.

"I'm happy for the two of you. Kennedy has something special, besides her academics. She works at the local youth centre, and she's thinking of doing psychology – I hope you can make her as happy as she's making you."

"I've seen her down at the youth centre, actually. They love her there." Jon smiled, as the four of them enjoyed a meal together. Jon was upset when they had to let go of each other's hands, but once they were able to hold hands again, they were.

"Let's go for a walk," Jon suggested as the two were enjoying the warmth. "Come." Kennedy parked her car at his house, before taking his hand and walking through the streets until they got to a park which had a small lake, along with a walking trail.

"So did you really mean what you said?" Kennedy asked looking at him as they walked around the lake. "Like, about the feelings and stuff?"

"Of course I did." He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and she put hers around his waist. "I wouldn't lie, especially about my feelings for you." He kissed her forehead. Kennedy felt her stomach flutter.

"Oh, really?" She smiled as they continued to walk. Kennedy was smiling because of the way she fit snugly under his arm.

"Really." He smiled. Jon was smiling because of the way she looked without all of the make up on, "There's something special about you.. I can't pinpoint what it is. It could be the way you make me feel, the way you conduct yourself.. I don't even know. But all I know is that I'm absolutely enjoying it."

Kennedy smiled. "I've got an idea.. but you might not be up for it.." Jon smiled.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He chuckled. "It can't be anymore uncomfortable than meeting your parents, I'm sure"

"Oh, no, it's worse." Jon mocked a scared face. "How about..we walk into school like…this tomorrow?"

"I'd love that," he smiled as he tightened his grip on her shoulder and pulled her in closer to him. "But are you willing to absolutely kill whatever was left of your popularity?"

Kennedy scoffed. "To be able to actually be this close to you every day at school… I'll be happy to hand over that popularity on a platter." Jon chuckled. "Shut up. I'm being cute.' She pulled a face.

"I'd kiss you right now, but you have a swollen lip, so I think I'll make you wait." Kennedy poked his side roughly, making Jon jump. "Ow!"

"Asshat."