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Devi hadn't listened to much music since her boy craze days, so most of the only songs she really knew were Jonas Brothers. But that wasn't something a sixteen year old Devi was going to say. However, she was also a big fan of John Mayer back in her music-listening days. "Do you know, um," she started, trying to think of the name. "Your Body is a Wonderland?" If only Devi could remember the lyrics, she'd now realize how sexual that song is and would have been much more embarrassed asking Damian to play and sing it for her.

If Devi's face wasn't red before, it was red as a ******** cherry now. Devi had never really been kissed by a boy before - or at least, not in recent years. She believed the first and last time was when Joshua Glassman kissed her on the cheek during her Bat Mitzvah. She wasn't sure how to react, she was paralyzed by her shock at this moment. Granted, it was only a kiss on the chin after fixing a band-aid, like a mother does to a baby for a booboo, but it still meant something to Devi.

She did her best to maintain herself, looking down at her feet, but couldn't resist smiling. After a few seconds, she got a grip and looked back up at him. "Its all better, no more blood," she said. Blood talk was probably not too flirty, but Devi didn't know better.

She wasn't sure what her parents would say about her taking a ride home from a boy from school. But, she supposed she'd fine out soon enough! "Yes, please, if I walk home, I might trip again and have my brains spill onto the sidewalk." Oh, hey, more gruesome blood talk. Way to go, Devi. It is such a turn on when girls talk about their skulls cracking open. Mmm, yeah.

She put both legs in the front seat and strapped herself in with the seat belt as she told Damian her address. It wasn't too far from school, so she hoped it wouldn't be much of an inconvenience. Even if it was, she was already buckled in anyways.

"Like a date?" she asked. She always thought it was stupid in movies when characters asked that question when it seemed pretty obvious that it was a date. Now Devi understood. She had only just met him, but she had watched enough romantic comedy and high school movies to know that a first date could happen quickly, and movies were the closet thing that Devi had to an experience on this subject matter. A lot of subject matters, really. "I think I'd like that."

She looked down at her hands, they were trembling. The nerves were getting to her, but she did her best not to show it. She sat on her hands, though that only made her right foot tap nervously. "I'd have to ask my parents," she started, not sure what she was saying. "But maybe Friday night? My parents don't like me going out much on school nights."

"I haven't the Nightmare on Elm Street remake or Kick-a** yet," she said plainly. She shot him a strange look for suggesting rom-coms, but then realized he was probably suggesting that for her tastes. She liked all sorts of movies, not only interested in action or horror, but she'd much rather see those genres than a romantic comedy. She felt rom-coms were all the same. They always start with the characters hating each other, then they love each other, then they lose contact, and they reconnect and everything is happily ever after. Lame.

"But if you want to see a romantic comedy, that's your choice," she teased.

A second date planning was far more commitment than the first-time-dating girl was ready for, but Damian didn't need to know that.

"Okay," she said softly. "Okay. That sounds fun." She was excited and nervous for her first date, and her mind was already racing with all the things she would have to write in her diary about this day. It would be a lot.

"Um," she started. She looked at the pile of books and papers that Damian had earlier helped her collect and had placed by her feet. She took a notebook, gently tore out a corner of the piece of paper, making sure the tear was a nice and straight rip. On the scrapped piece of paper she quickly jotted down her name in big letters: DEVORAH GELLNER, followed by her phone number, and put it by the dashboard. "My number."

"Okay," she said. She needed to stop saying the word, it was getting repetitive. But she felt like she was witnessing these events play out, her body was in autopilot, she just laid back and watched what happened next. She sat still in silence for about ten seconds longer than she needed to before grabbing her stuff and getting out of the car. "Thanks for the ride! See you this weekend! Bye!"

Her farewell was said in hyper-speed, a flurry of nervous utterances as she started feeling in control again, self-aware and nervous as hell. She held onto her books tightly as she hurried to her front door, looking back every few steps, and she even skipped for a step or two. She waved good bye as she got to her front door, and then scampered inside, shutting the door behind her, peeking out the window to see if he was still there.

So much had happened that she had never experienced before, and if there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that she was going to need a new diary.