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"What are you doing?"

I quickly look up to find my brother leaning against my bedroom door frame, arms crossed with an amused look on his face.

I blush and step away from my body mirror that I was just examining my butt in. Hey, when you buy a new pair of skinny jeans, you have to make sure you look good in them. "Nothing," I mutter which causes my brother to laugh as he makes himself at home on my bed. I send him a death glare, "Stop coming into my room before knocking," I scold him.

Peter's hands go up in surrender, "Okay, okay. Chill, I'll knock next time."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, you say that and yet you still barge in."

He shrugs, "Well, then you should be used to it."

I sigh in defeat as I check the time on my phone that was laying on my nightstand while blasting Bring Me the Horizon- probably why I didn't hear my brother come into my room. It's currently six-ten. I should be leaving now. I swipe out of my music app and shove my phone into my back pocket.

Yes, it's already Saturday; mine and Alyssa's date. I've been a nervous, overthinking wreck all week, and Alyssa sharing with everyone about our date and hanging onto me as if we're already in a relationship, didn't help my anxiety.

"Why do you look..." my brother hesitates and I turn to him feeling worried that I look stupid. "not like trash today?"

I push him off my bed. "You're such an ass,"

He laughs his stupid obnoxious laugh that every younger brother seems to obtain while lying on my beige carpeted floor. "That was a compliment!"

"Which insinuated that I look like trash every other day!" I spray on cologne while flipping off my brother.

My phone vibrates and a text from Preston pops up.

Today 6:12 PM

Hav fun on your date ;)

Remembr if she leans in kisss

her!

He never corrects his spelling. I roll my eyes but respond.

Noted.

I'll let you know how it goes after.

"Okay sorry," Peter says not apologetically. "So... you gonna' tell me where you're going?"

"If you must know, I'm going on a date," I inform him matter-of-factly. I grab my keys and wallet then walk out of my room.

At that, my brother gets up quickly and rushes after me. "No way. With who?"

I turn around and point at my door, shooting a warning glare at Peter. He groans then turns around to turn off my bedroom light then shuts my door. "With Alyssa," I tell him as I continue my way downstairs.

"'Bout time you asked her out." Peter's back to following me to the kitchen.

"I guess," I shrug spotting my mother pulling a freshly baked batch of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. My brother takes after my father's looks more than our mom's. With blonde messy hair, big brown eyes, chubby cheeks, you name it.

Despite his chubby cheeks, Peter's relatively thin (that'll change if he doesn't stop eating Hot Cheetos on the daily). Mom has that post-pregnancy extra weight from having my little sister Angie, but other than that she's in good shape.

"Who knew you'd have the balls to ask her out," he quips. I wack his arm.

"Peter!" Our mother exclaims, appalled at her son's choice of words.

"Sorry, mom," Peter mumbles, stealing a cookie right off the tray. He yelps and drops it on the counter, shouting "Hot!"

Mom and I laugh, "Idiot," we both say in unison.

"Bye Mom. I'll be back no later than eleven," I tell her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Bye, Sweetie. Have fun on your date," she waves me off not before we share an 'I love you'.

I hear my mom scold my brother some more on my way out the door for saying who knew I'd have the balls to ask Alyssa out. I bet she'll make him recite at least ten Hail Mary's. I chuckle at that.

I texted Alyssa earlier today that I would pick her up by six-twenty and I'm three minutes late... oh well.

Do I text her I'm here or go up to her front door... probably the latter? I sigh as I turn my car off and head up to Alyssa's front porch. I ring the doorbell and rock back and forth on my heels as I wait. Shit, should I have gotten her flowers or something? It's just the first date, does it really matter? Or maybe the first date is when it does matter?! Oh God, I have to stop thinking so hard and relax before I go into a panic attack before the date even starts!

Okay Reid, breathe... Just breathe. Maybe she'll hate the date and realize we are better as friends. What am I thinking? This is Alyssa, I should want to be in a relationship with her!

The door swings open and out comes a beautiful looking Alyssa.

"Hey," I lamely greet.

"Hey," she replies along with a shy smile.

Complement her! "Uh... You look," Don't say beautiful, that's too cliché. "Gorgeous." Nailed it.

She blushes, "Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," she winks at me which makes me chuckle. I hold out my hand for her to take, praying to God they're not too sweaty.

Sweaty or not, Alyssa doesn't seem to mind as she takes my hand and I lead her to my car. I let go of her hand to open the passenger side door for her (Believe it or not, I can be a gentleman). "So, quick stop at the dollar store, 'cause I'm a slut for candy and no way in Hell I'm paying ten bucks for it at the movies, then off to the movie theater?" I question as I back out of her driveway.

Alyssa laughs, "Sounds perfect," she chirps. To fill the silence, I turn on the radio to some local pop station. Though I've known Alyssa since my sophomore year, I've never hung out with her outside of our circle of friends. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not good at socializing, and going on dates isn't my forte. But this is Alyssa, not some random girl; this should be easy! I should know how to have a conversation with her, but my mind is blank! What's wrong with me?!

My subconscious, of course, wanders to places it shouldn't be.

Like wondering what Grayson's doing right now. Throughout the week, we talked more and walked to classes again, but it wasn't the same. He was distant. I wish I didn't freak out on Grayson and tell him to stay away from me that day he kissed me. I should've told him that we should just be friends. I shouldn't have even kissed him in the first place.

Although, I bet going on a date with him would be fun. Grayson wouldn't take me to the movies like every basic first date. He'd take me somewhere like mini-golfing so we'd make it a competition. He'd flirt with me and make sly innuendos. Which I'd tell him I hate but ultimately enjoy.

"Ya' know..." Alyssa speaks, breaking me away from the thoughts I shouldn't be thinking while on a date with her. "I thought I made it super obvious that I was into you," she says in amusement.

I scratch the back of my neck, and laugh nervously, "Yeah, uh, I'm not too good at picking up signals, I guess." Lie. I totally knew she was into me. Everyone knew. I just didn't do anything about it. "I've just been having a lot on my mind recently," I give a weak explanation.

From the corner of my eyes, I see her nod in understanding and the rest of our ride is filled with jokes or stories about our friends. Maybe this date won't be so awkward after all.

At the dollar store, I buy Swedish Fish, Twix Bites, and Peanut M&Ms for myself. Like I said; slut for candy. I also buy Kit Kats and Sour Patch Kids Watermelon for Alyssa and we're off to the movie theater which was conveniently a block away from the dollar store. We made it to our seats by seven after I bought the tickets for us. Plus popcorn and drinks. When I go to the movies, I go all out; popcorn, candy, and drinks are a must.

It's a wonder how I'm so skinny.

The Marvel movie we are seeing has already been out for almost a week now, so there are not too many people in the theater which is nice. Alyssa picks the middle of the farthest row in the back for us to sit. Alyssa insists that the armrest between us goes up so she can be closer to me and I don't argue.

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Not even halfway through the movie, Alyssa places her hand on my knee and moves it slowly towards my crotch. I nearly choke on the Twix I just put in my mouth when her hand makes it to her destination and she presses down.

I catch myself before a whimper escapes my mouth and grab her hand to stop her. "What are you doing?" I ask in a panicked whisper as to not ruin other's Marvel movie experience like Alyssa's doing to mine. This is our first date! We haven't even kissed yet!

"Having fun," she whispers back and slips her hand out of my grasp. "Just relax," she instructs then brings her hand back to my crotch.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Relax?! How can I when my date's groping me in a public movie theater?! Where people can easily turn around and look! Contrary to how my dick is reacting, this does not feel right!

If she keeps rubbing me through my jeans, I'll jizz in my pants which will be so noticeable when the lights turn on! "Alyssa," I all but whimper lowly, squirming under her touch. I've never felt more uncomfortable than I do right now. "You need to stop, otherwise I'll—" this is so embarrassing, I don't want to say it!

But she seems to understand as she leans in and whispers in my ear, "I'll take care of it."

Take care of it? What does she—

Suddenly my pants are unbuttoned and unzipped. Then I'm free in her hands like she owns me. My hands clutch onto my seat. My heart is pounding out of my chest, but not in the way it should be when you're doing sexual things with a girl, but in an, I'm freaking out kind of way. I glance around frantically to make sure no one is watching us. Luckily, everyone's too immersed in the movie to witness this.

I wanna throw up when she leans over and her mouth goes around me, sucking me off.

My entire body is confused! I have a boner because the horny, teenage boy side of me is worshipping this blow job while the logical, sane part of me is making me nauseous. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her to stop giving me head? What if she gets really offended? Why does this feel so wrong? Because she's doing this in public, or because it's a she who's doing this?

No, definitely the former, right? Right.

The horny side of me wins and my body grows hot as a strong pressure builds inside of me. I cover my mouth to keep me from moaning out loud as I release into her mouth. Alyssa actually swallows it. Jesus, who knew she was so... I don't even know the word for it, but it's the opposite of innocent!

"How was it?" She asks me in a whisper.

I'm locked in a haze between post-orgasm and post-mental breakdown, so I just nod and mumble something like, "yeah, good."

She chuckles then snuggles up close to me after I zip up and button my pants.