The door suddenly opened and in walked the girl in question. Kristen beamed at him. "Sorry I'm late," she said, moving inside, "I was on the phone and lost track of the time."
She sat down beside him, eyes shining with absolute giddiness. Jonathan mentally rolled his eyes at himself, knowing he would probably regret asking the question coming out of his mouth, but he couldn't help himself, "And who, may I ask, were you talking to that has made you so bright and chipper?"
"My own prince charming, David," Kristen replied, sighing dreamily.
Ah right, the guy she had been raving about last session. He smirked. "I take it your date went well then?" Why was he asking this? Now she was probably going to go off on a frenzied rampage about how wonderful it was.
"Were you expecting anything else?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, "Oh that's right. He's got lines and lines of girls just waiting on him, so he's probably just a second-rate dingbat who doesn't even know how to take a girl on a proper date, right?"
Alright, little miss sassy. "And he picks his nose," Jonathan added, suppressing another smirk.
Kristen snorted. "Yeah. And eats it. Gross," she said, "Anyways, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that the date was fabulous. We went for walks, ate sandwiches, looked in shops. And he was a perfect gentleman the entire time. Not to mention he's an amazing kisser. And he promised..."
"Whoa! You already kissed on the first date?" Jonathan interrupted.
Kristen looked innocently up at him. "Well yeah," she said, "We were at the sandwich shop talking and, well, he kissed me."
Jonathan was staring at her incredulously. "How far into the date was it?"
Kristen shrugged. "I don't know. We ate first. So maybe a half hour, forty five minutes."
"You kissed a guy only a half hour, forty five minutes into a date?" Jonathan asked, disbelieving.
"Well technically he kissed me," Kristen replied, "Why are you so interested in my kissing habits?"
"It wasn't even a goodnight kiss on the porch or something," Jonathan was now basically muttering to himself.
"Well of course we kissed goodnight too!" Kristen said, "What do you take me for?"
"If you have to kiss on the first date, which you really shouldn't, it should only be the goodnight kiss," Jonathan said.
"What? Why?" Kristen asked.
"It could ruin the relationship."
"Oh and you would know?"
"Yes. I would."
"You have personal experience in this area?"
Jonathan paused. "No..." he said finally, "But I've seen it happen dozens of times. In my family."
"Right, okay," Kristen said, "Look it doesn't matter. It already happened and I still see a bright future ahead for us. He promised a second date tonight."
"Whatever you say," Jonathan said, smirking once more.
Kristen shook her head. "You're impossible."
Jonathan raised his eyebrows and held up his arms sarcastically. "Hey, you guessed my nickname."
Kristen snorted. "Really? Who else calls you that?"
"Anybody who meets me," Jonathan replied, sounding almost proud, "But mostly my roommate."
"Your roommate?"
Jonathan shrugged. "Well you think I'm impossible and you only see me for an hour once a week. Imagine if you had to live with me."
Kristen cracked a small smile. "Absolute torment," she stated simply.
Jonathan gave a nod, holding back a smile of his own. "Right," he said. He looked at the backpack sitting at her side and cleared his throat, "Now are you going to get out your homework or not?"
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Kristen rushed to the front door and opened it. "David!" she cried happily.
He stood, smiling with his hands in his pockets. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yep! Let's go!" Kristen said, shutting the door behind her and yanking him by the arm.
"Whoa! Slow down. Do you even know where you're going?" David protested from behind her.
Kristen immediately stopped pulling his arm. "Sorry," she said, "I'm just a little flustered. I went to see Annalise again today as usual and she actually talked to me this time."
"Isn't that good?" David wondered.
"Not when she's telling you to go away and never come back," Kristen said staring at the ground.
"What did you say before she told you that?" David wondered.
"I was just telling her I had another date tonight with the same guy as before," Kristen said, "Then she suddenly opened the door and asked where we were going. Then after I told her, she told me to stop coming by for my own good."
"Hmm," David responded simply.
There was a short silence between them. David suddenly held out his arm. "Well let's not let it spoil the evening. Shall we?"
Kristen wrapped her arm around his and they began walking once more, at a much slower pace than before. The cinema was not far from Kristen's house, so they did not have to walk very far. Fortunately it was not crowded either. Not surprising since it was a Thursday and nothing earth-shatteringly interesting had been released lately.
"So what are we seeing?" Kristen asked.
"Well let's see what's playing," David said, pointing.
They approached the sign with showtimes. They both studied it for a moment.
"Okay, it looks like there's only two options open to us if we want to get home at a decent hour," David said, "You did say you had to get up early tomorrow, didn't you?"
Kristen nodded. "Yeah, unfortunately. Early morning class on Fridays. Blech!"
"Alright. Well our two options are Lucy's Letter or The Corpse Maze," David said.
Kristen turned to look at the posters for the two movies David had just named. The first looked like some sort of mushy, sappy romantic flick, while the other seemed to be a horror, slasher, gore and violence film. Kristen grimaced at the mere sight of the horror poster. Just the look in the eyes of the character on the poster holding the blood-soaked machete was enough to make her run for cover.
"Um, well, what do you want to see?" she asked.
"I think The Corpse Maze looks pretty good," David answered.
"Are... are you sure?" Kristen asked, "It looks a little bloody and violent to me."
"Exactly why it looks interesting," David said, "Come on, it could be fun!"
Kristen cleared her throat. "Couldn't we see a much happier film? Like that one?" She pointed to the poster for Lucy's Letter.
"Kristen, do you know what would happen to me if I went into a movie like that?" David asked, "They'd revoke my man card."
"Yeah, but--"
"Kristen, if you get scared, I promise you can hold onto me," David said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "Scary movies are much better cuddle movies than that mushy stuff." He kissed her cheek.
Kristen sighed. "Alright," she finally relented, "You have more experience, I guess."
He winked at her. "Great! I'll go get the tickets."
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Kristen knew she was never going to sleep again. Ever. She had her eyes shut and her face buried into David's shoulder through most of the movie, but she could still hear the horrible noises. There was hardly ever a moment when someone was not bleeding or dying or getting their head chopped off or losing a limb or SOMETHING! And then with that crazy machete murderer while they were all trapped in that stupid, stupid maze! In short, Kristen despised it.
She clung tightly to David's arm as they walked back to her place... in the dark... with noises all around... and sudden movements. Her eyes darted back and forth, just waiting for a machete-wielding maniac to come out of the shadows and attack them.
"So I was just thinking..." David suddenly spoke up.
"WHAT!?" Kristen cried, turning back to him suddenly, "Where!? Why!? Is there something to worry about? Should I be thinking too?"
"Whoa there. Calm down," David said, "I was just thinking about something you said earlier."
"Oh," Kristen said, relaxing slightly.
"I was thinking about what you said about your sister," David went on, a bit taken aback by Kristen's outburst, "How she only ever responds when you talk about your dating life."
"I never said that," Kristen said.
"Ah, but it was implied that she's interested," David pointed out, "So I was thinking maybe I could come with you on one of your visits and see if she wants to actually meet your boyfriend."
Kristen looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "Boyfriend?"
David looked at her. "Well... yeah," he said, with a small smile, "Unless there's someone else?"
Kristen stared at him in awe. Never in her whole life had she thought it possible to be in a relationship with someone like him. She shook her head. "No," she said softly.
David nodded, then pointed ahead. "Your house," he said.
It was then that Kristen noticed that they had stopped walking and were standing directly in front of her home. "Oh, right," she said, swinging her arms like an awkward schoolgirl, "I guess I should go now. Um... goodnight. Tonight was... interesting."
"Yeah, what a movie, right?" David said.
"A lot of blood," Kristen said.
"Yeah," David said, "Anyways, I'll call you."
"Okay, and I'll let you know about Annalise," Kristen said.
"Sounds good." David leaned over and kissed her, long and slow. When he pulled back, Kristen felt lightheaded.
"Good night," David said, turning away.
Kristen teetered in place, watching him go. "G'night."
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