How you ended up here, you had no idea, but in the end you were having fun and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Your boyfriend of four months had asked you out on your first date. How is it that you’ve been together for four months and you hadn’t gone on you first date, you may ask?
Well, you had tried, but something always ended up cancelling it and postponing it. There was one time when the two of you actually were out on a first date. It was going perfect, but an hour or two into the date, he had gotten called up and had to leave. He promised that he would make it up to you, so this was technically your second date, but because Rocky claimed that the first date had been ruined, this one had to be the first one. So you could say, it was a “re-first” date.
Where was it going to be this time? An arcade. Who knew they still existed right? He was currently trying to beat your high score in pacman. You were a master at it, and the poor kid couldn’t even reach half of your score.
You smiled victoriously as you leaned against the enormous console. “You should just give up, Rocky.”
He was chewing on his bottom lip, concentrating immensely on the game. He clicked the red and blue buttons aggressively and jolted the joystick this way and that. “Giving up isn’t in my nature jagi.”
“Come on…I wanna play Street Fighter!” You tugged at his sleeve.
“Go play yourself I’m trying to beat you!” His eyes never left the screen.
“Not even air hockey? You love air hockey!”
He slammed the panel of the console, upset that he lost. “I demand a refund.” He pouted cutely.
“Oh hush, its just a quarter.”
“A very valuable coin still!”
“You up for a round of air hockey?” You gave him a side glance and smiled.
He looked down at you and gave you his adorable side-smile. “Deal.”
You quickly inserted the coins in the slot and ran to your side. “You’re gonna lose Rocky!”
“Not if I can help it!” He smirked.
Rocky was feeling extra confident so he let you start, considering he was the one who was supposed to start.
The sounds of the puck smashing against the plastic rang in Rocky’s ears. Maybe it was because he lost.
After a round of having lost to you, he demanded a rematch. And then another. And then…another. After three rounds of losing to you, he was mopey. He had walked over to you and had leaned his head against your shoulder.
“I don’t like this game anymore,” the pout evident in his voice.
You chuckled and leaned against the hockey table, running your hands through his hair once he made himself comfortable in your new position.
“You’re the one that demanded the rematches, not me.”
“I know…” He looked up at you and couldn’t help but smile. It was the first real date either of you had since you clicked together, and he was happy that nothing had disturbed the two of you meanwhile.
You looked down at him and smiled as well. With one simple glance your way and you were a goner. His simple smile made your heart flutter in unimaginable ways. The way he gazed at you so lovingly made you feel like the only girl in the world, as cliché as that sounds, its true.
You appreciated the time you had with him. You appreciated him overall. “Hey Rocky?”
“Yeah?” He interlaced his fingers with yours, holding your hand tight while staring at you intently.
Your heart skipped a beat or two, and you smiled back. “I love you more.”