Once there, Mary and I automatically split up and started browsing. We have been in this store so much that we knew exactly where everything was and what book each of us would enjoy. Mary headed straight for her favorite section, romance, etc. If you catch my drift, I headed for the fantasy fiction aisle. Michael and Dean stood a bit confused for a few seconds at the door and then promptly made their way to where each of us was browsing. "Don't like the same books?" Michael asked suddenly behind me. "Nope, not really, makes life interesting though. We get to talk about the books we love and if the other finds them interesting then we will exchange and read them." I said matter of factly. "I'll be right back," Michael stated and then quickly disappeared. I was too preoccupied with looking for the titles I had been waiting months for, but alas nothing new in my series today so I pulled less obvious choices for myself and started reading the covers. It had likely been a while and Michael came lazily back to where I was browsing. "Dean is a very lucky man," he started "... why don't you read books like that?" I could only assume that he meant the books with the romantic scenes on the cover and the sexy content located within. "Who says I don't," I said before I could stop myself.
Today Mary and I had no luck, no books were purchased. We would have to visit our favorite secondhand store soon though. As soon as we exited the store, I could see Dean and Michael exchange a look. "What's up?" Mary asked, looking more relaxed than I had ever seen her. "We would like to visit a store too if that's ok." Was he asking her permission? She gave him a look I had never seen her give anyone before "That's fine," she said. Michael grabbed my hand and it felt as though he was dragging me along. I could hardly keep up with his long legs. For every step he took, I had to take two. It wasn't much different for Mary. Dean was far less patient than Michael, who was still tolerating my jogging behind him. Dean overtook Michael and as I saw them pass us, I saw Mary being princess carried. Well, she can tick that one off of her bucket list.
The sports equipment place? I was confused, why the rush? Michael and Dean both headed in the same direction and soon all of us found ourselves in the aisle where the rugby equipment was held. Typical. They both reached for the same shirt at the same time and the look on both of their faces promised a fight. Mary stepped in between them and handed Dean another shirt in the same size and color as the first one. "I like this one better," she said holding it up to him. Dean immediately let go of the first shirt, carefully took the shirt from Mary, and hugged it to him. "Want to try it on for me?" she said taking his hand and pulling him towards the changing room. I stood there and watched as they disappeared from our sight. I then looked over at Michael and saw that he suddenly looked like a lost little boy, holding his shirt tightly in his hands. I guess I was going to go along with this. "Would you like to try it on for me?" I said in the cutest voice I could come up with. Michael smiled even wider than before, throwing me over his shoulder and heading towards the changing room. I had no idea he was this strong. He lifted me as though I weighed nothing.
"I hope you like it," Michael said from inside the changing room. "I may just never take it off," he continued. I was waiting for him outside the door. Mary and Dean were now browsing the rest of the store and Dean had decided to wear his new jersey immediately. The jersey they picked was short-sleeved and had all of these neon colors on a black base. It looked rather cool for being a rugby jersey. "I have to see it before I know if I'm gonna like it". I responded. I would likely love anything this man dressed himself in. So far at the top of my list were those jeans and sneakers. He might look sexy in a suit too, I have no doubt he would be able to pull one off. What about some cargo pants? Maybe he would look good in a winter jersey with a beanie. What about shirtless with those jeans? My face was flushed by this point and I had to start thinking of something else. As I was searching for something else to focus on, he emerged from the changing room. "What do you think?" he asked, stretching his arms out to the side. I think his jeans just got bumped from the top of the list. "I like it," I said with a smile. He returned my smile and we headed towards where Mary and Dean were still browsing. I had to stop myself from glancing at Michael now and then. This jersey really did fit him well. "So where to now?" Michael asked. "Ice cream," Dean and Mary said excitedly. "Were you two practicing this?" Michael asked. "Definitely," came Dean's abrupt answer. Michael looked at me expectantly. "I like ice cream" I replied. Once we had received our cones, we did some more window shopping until it was time for the movie to start.
We got popcorn and slushies and found our seats. The lights were still on so we would have to wait a while. The theatre wasn't crowded at all and we could have our pick of seats. "I hope you don't mind," Mary said looking at me "... we are going to sit on the other side at the back." "No problem," I said a bit confused. Michael and I found seats on the other side but Michael also insisted on sitting in the back corner. Soon the lights went out and I couldn't help myself from asking "What's with the back corner?" "Making out," Michael whispered in my ear. All the blood rushed to my face and I feared that he could see my cheeks in the dark. "We don't have to," he continued. I didn't say anything, I just looked down. He touched my cheek with the back of his hand. He placed his forefinger under my chin and gently turned my head to face him. He was too close. I could feel his breath on my mouth and his nose was touching mine. I dared not look up. "I've never been kissed" I confessed. "Good," he said softly. "I don't like the idea of someone else touching you." I inched in a little closer and shut my eyes as tight as I could. I felt his hands on either side of my face, his hands were rough but gentle and warm. I felt his lips gently push against mine, he hesitated for a second and then I felt his lips press harder on mine. We separated and I was breathless, my heart was pounding in my chest and my cheeks were still flushed. "On our next date, I'll teach you to make out?" "Next date?" I asked absent-mindedly. "Of course," he said with a smile, now looking down at me. "I want you to be my girlfriend."