My first date was magical, something that I never thought I’d describe a date to resemble. I’m not a romantic person, and honestly Tony could have planned a simple dinner at any restaurant and I’d honestly be happy. However, what he did—the time and effort he put into one night—swept me off my feet, and I wasn’t an easy person to swoon.

When our night was coming to a close, Tony drove me home only to idle at my house’s curb because neither of us wanted to say goodnight. He held my hand as we let Robbers by The 1975 fill the silence. I looked up at Tony and saw that flicker in his eyes. It was the reassurance I needed to know he still loved me and that this wasn’t a dream.

I remember Tony leaning in and me becoming instantly nervous, even though we’ve shared countless of kisses through these past few weeks. However, the atmosphere no longer felt coy anymore. It felt serious and heavy, but the good kind of serious that made my stomach clench and my heart gallop within my chest. Then in an instant the distance between us closed and his full lips were pressed against mines. It was just like any other kiss we’ve shared in the past, but it felt different. Without any barriers or restrictions that held me back, I opened my mouth when Tony’s tongue swept across my bottom lip. I wasn’t over thinking every step. Instead, I let my emotions guide my every move. Tony pulled back, making me follow the pull of his lips, leaning into his embrace because I didn’t want our kiss to end.

“I love you so much, Verity.” He said to me in a low and husky voice.

I smiled bashfully because my logical mind didn’t want to repeat those three words. However, my heart—which seemed to be screaming with affection—couldn’t help but return those three words.

“I love you, Tony.” I replied with a growing smile on my face.

The distance, again, closed between us. We spent a good hour shamelessly making out in his car. We even went as far as reclining the chairs as we continued to kiss. Thump! Swoosh! And we were laughing as we landed horizontally while looking at each other. His hands wandered into areas I was once to afraid to have explored: the back of my neck, my arms, my legs, and he even dared run his fingertips up my legs. I blushed and felt another explosion of butterflies in my stomach, but my skin was hungry to feel his touch. It wasn’t until my father flicked on the porch light that I managed to say I needed to go.

Tony laughed. “You can leave when you please.” However, he continued to kiss me which in return made me not want to leave.

Finally breaking away from the kiss, I said goodbye to Tony—once, twice, then by the third time I managed to step out of his car. Tony walked me to the door, of course, but when I reached the doorstep I quickly ran in because I didn’t want to kiss him there, for I feared that my father or mother would catch us and I’d be too humiliated to explain my teenagey behavior. That night, once I was crawling into bed, Tony texted me twenty times, but I didn’t reply as usual.

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“God, that has to be the cutest date in recorded history!” Callie exclaimed on Friday morning.

We were driving to get our morning coffee before heading to campus. Callie was dropped off at my house early since her mother was once again using her car. Callie would usually get a ride with Mike, but today she wanted a complete breakdown on Tony and mines date. I gladly indulged her with the details of that night.

I smiled, not directly at her since I was driving. “It was sweet. Like, I had to pinch myself just to make sure it wasn’t all in my head or that I was over romanticizing it all.”

“V, he really, really likes you. No, scratch that! He loves you and you love him!” Callie was squealing while practically repeating what I had told her.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

Callie scoffed. “Your first boyfriend and you nail it. You practically bagged yourself Mr. Perfect on the first try.”

I let out a hardy laugh.

“I’m being serious, V! I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in love. At least not real love. I mean, I care about Mike a whole lot, but I don’t think its love.” Callie replied.

I shrugged. “I—you know, it just felt right to say it to Tony. I didn’t think about it nor did it even occur to me beforehand that I loved him. It just sorta slipped out because it felt right.” I explained, wondering if my explanation made any sense.

Callie smiled smugly as I turned into Starbucks. “I told you so.” She said, making me shake my head because Callie did tell me and has been telling me this ever since my initial conversation with Tony.

We pulled into campus to be greeted by the guys. I was still a bit wary about how I was supposed to act around Tony in public. I wasn’t afraid of what others would think rather than I opposed PDA. It was a pretentious in my eyes. Tony pulled me in for a hug while Mike and Callie brazenly kissed each other upon nearly running into each other’s arms.

“I have a feeling that aside from the Halloween party we will be attending” Tony began before continuing “That our next big date should be November 5th.”

I smiled which almost took up half my face before saying “Remember, remember the fifth of November…”

Tony quickly caught on and recited “The gunpowder treason and plot.”

It may seem utterly cheesy and a little disturbing to share V for Vendetta as some sort of romantic connection, but we did. It was like mines and Tony’s secret—along with our growing love for The Looking Glass and The Lord of the rings.

“I’m still wary about the Halloween party but that November 5th idea is spectacular.” I commented as Tony hesitantly draped an arm over my shoulder.

“I promise it’ll be fun.” Tony remarked.

I shrugged. My Halloweens usually involved a bowl full of candy in which I would pass out to eager children while my mother and father would attend his company’s Halloween party. It was annual for them to attend and I’ve grown quite attached to the idea of staying home alone while indulging myself with a horror movie marathon. Sometimes Callie would join me, but it’d usually depend on her relationship status.

“Don’t promise me the unfeasible assurance that a social gathering filled with peers of my age, whom I usually avoid daily, will be fun.” I smirked.

Tony rolled his eyes. “I am not promising you that this social gathering will be fun. However, I am promising that the night itself will be fun.” Tony clarified.

I laughed. “Are you that cocky Mr. Perry, to think that I could easily enjoy a night out with you?” I questioned sarcastically.

This time Tony laughed. “I am not cocky, but rather completely convinced that if you spend a night out with me, I can easily light up your smile like a million stars that are diced and slashed in the night sky.”

I cocked my eyebrow at him, loving the way he turned simple sentences into poems. “Stars are very dead, something that doesn’t spark romanticism.” I commented.

This was how we flirted—through obnoxious vocabulary and endless squabbling in hopes the other would back down.

“Then it just goes to show that death itself is beautiful.” Tony remarked, reciting a line from The Looking Glass.

I felt my insides turn into mesh and my heart palpitate. I bit my bottom lip to keep a huge smile from engulfing my face.

“You win this round.” I managed to mumble out.

In return, Tony laughed at me then quickly leaned down to peck my lips with his.

Notes

What is this cuteness?!

I have some drama planned in the future chapters. And I will probably end this story on a sad note just so I can motivate myself to write a sequel. If not then it will just end sadly. (Sequel will be written upon request) But don't fret the end of this story won't be for a long while.

Let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading <3