“you don’t look so bad yourself…” she told me smiling then I opened the door for her and she saw a red rose on the seat “…what’s this?” she asked

“I didn’t think I should give it to you in front of your mom…because if she’s anything like my mother…she’s watching us right now…” I told her starting my car

“good point…” she told me “…and I love it” she said smelling the rose, and she was by far the cutest girl I have ever met

I took her to dinner, and it was still small talk, then I took her to my spot…where I went to think and everything…because it was at the end of the pier where no one went and it jetted out into the ocean with few lights so the stars were the only light…

I was leaning with my elbows against the edge looking up at the sky

“what are you thinking?” she asked me softly then I looked at her and smiled

“I’m thinking about how crazy I am right now…” I told her

“and why are you crazy?” she asked

“because I never thought I’d be able to like someone after Becca, but I’m really, really starting to like you Spencer…” I told her making her smile

“why’d you two ever break up?” she asked me

“um…I broke up with her just because like the first year we were together was amazing, we were so in love, but we just grew apart and starting fighting about everything…and her friends didn’t help either…” I told her fidgeting with my fingers

“was that the first girl you were ever in love with?” she asked me and I just nodded “I’m sorry Ash…” she said rubbing my back

“no…it’s fine really…I’m over it” I told her “…I’m just so glad you switched into my AP class…” I said and she smiled at me then it looked like she wanted to say something, but was afraid “what?” I asked her

“nothing…well, actually I kind of have a weird question…”

“ok…shoot” I told her

“why do you like being with girls so much?” she asked

I started laughing a little as I looked for my answer “um…I never really was in a committed relationship until Becca, but I remember the first time I was ever with a girl, and I don’t know…I just love how gentle every touch can be, and knowing what they want and being able to feel safe enough to go there…you know?” I told her “…well, actually you don’t know…”