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CHAPTER ONE      

 I turned sixteen almost one month ago, and yesterday was my first date. Yes. I don't mind though; it may be weird for some people because some start dating long before their sweet sixteenth. I've set a standard for myself long ago not to date until I am sixteen, and feel accomplished that I kept this goal. 

        On Friday two friends and I took our dates to a place 20 minutes away that is kind of like a small indoor amusement park. It's fun for anyone ages four through forty. Well - maybe more like through twenty , but forty fit in the sentence a bit better. It has a small roller coaster, a few other thrill rides, a movie theater, laser tag, miniature golf, bowling, food, skating rink, bungee jumping, all sorts of games, arcades, etc. We spent like, four hours there, then went home ready to fall asleep. 

        The next day we gathered at my house for the parents to all gather around flashing lights at us. Once the pictures were over we waltzed to the door, and he motioned for me to go first. Each time we would walk through a door or opening, as if he'd taken lessons, he waved his hand through the opening for me to go first. The whole time I loved how much of a gentleman he was. We went to "The Olive Garden" to sit at a table full of delicious pasta dishes, gorgeously arranged salad or soup, perfect breadsticks and tall glasses of water. It was "great fun." Dinner was finished sooner than planned, but not to our dismay. 

        We arrived at the dance right on time. No lines for pictures, almost no other student in sight. We purchased our picture packages, and were whisked into spots the photographer placed us. One couple at a time we posed and smiled. We then decided to get a group picture also, and set up for the camera a second time. After walking around the school for a while, freshening up in the bathroom, and saying hi to a few people, the room was filling up with couples, and we were ready to dance. 

        As I was sitting, I heard his voice whisper "Would you like to dance." He said those words, those perfect words long awaited. Smelling so wonderful he held me tight as we swayed in each others arms to the first song. He was comfortable and made me feel so very relaxed. Each slow dance we looked in each others eyes, stood up, and he guided me to the dance floor. I placed my arms around his neck as his were around my waist. The music played, and I closed my eyes and felt a brush of heaven. I moved my hands back and forth, massaging his back as the lights danced over the entire room. I didn't look at other couples, the way they placed their arms, and make sure mine were so. I didn't tense up as his arms moved on my back and the music sang. Relaxed and flowing I moved without thinking about anything but us. Sadly, the song did have to end, and we looked up at each other and walked to the table hand in hand. Each dance felt like the first, perfect and endless. Sometimes we would still be dancing as several couples were making their way back to their seats, and we would realize the song had ceased to play for an instant. We walked out side, and he would ask me if I was cold. With his hand on my shoulder he would motion to the doorway. It was nearing ten o'clock and our group was sitting together at the table, we knew our ride would be soon here. The night did not wish to end, but we knew it was so. Walking through the archway, he again put his hand out letting me through first. I smiled, and he in turn, did too. 

        Seeing the vehicle we took our places on the seats, and rode quietly to drop each guest off. When it was his turn, we looked at each other, nodding that I would walk him to the door. The door opened and we both got out; the other guests still sitting in the van. We walked hand in hand to the door and he put his hand on my shoulder telling me what a good night and fun time he had. With one smile he entered the house, and I smiled silently wishing for a kiss. I knew it was his first date too, so maybe some other time. Walking back to the van, I was smiling and happy that the night turned out right, with or without a kiss. 

CHAPTER TWO