Before starting, just wanted to say that there's a little mistake. The movie "Blue Hawaii" was released in November 22nd 1961 in the USA, but in the UK it was only released in February 9th 1962. When I wrote the chapter where Mick invites Jane to go, I couldn't find the UK's release date so I considered the USA one. I always try to keep the information here faithful to the real story but this time I failed. Forgive me and thank you for reading!
• Oh, there is practically no spoilers about the movie here.

-Why don't you wear that coat your aunt gave you last year?

-Mom, it's okay.

Friday, November 22nd. I was wearing a white coat - as long as a dress - and stockings, looking at the mirror, finishing my makeup as my mom, sitting on my bed, talked to me.

-I just want you to look perfect for your date.

-Why are you acting like it's my first date? What about Mark?

-You're grownup now, you're an adult! Maybe this is going to be a serious thing...

I should've not told my mother about this. She will now act like he is my official boyfriend.

-No way, mom. It's just a date at the movies. I don't even think he is really interested.

-I don't think he would have invited you if he wasn't.

When the doorbell rang my mom walked out of my bedroom to answer.

-Good evening, mrs. Parker. - I heard him say - Is Jane ready yet?

-I think she is! - Mom answered - Jane! Are you ready, honey? Michael is here.

I came downstairs, walking their way. I felt nervous as they looked at me.

-You look so... beautiful. - he told me looking straight in my eyes.

-Thanks - I said shyly, running my fingers through my hair.

-I brought this to you - he handed me one orange flower - I know it's not much but...

-Oh my God, this is so sweet! I love it, thank you! - he smiled.

•••
-Two tickets for Blue Hawaii, please.

The movie theatre was crowded. Crowded with teenagers and young adults that looked like a British version of what americans call Greasers*, the Rockers*. They were all here to watch Elvis. The boys were mostly wearing jackets or just jeans, and there was a line of Café Racer Motorcycles parked in front of the place.

-Do you want some popcorn?

-Sure.

•••
We walked in the room and got our seats.

-So - I began to talk as the movie didn't start yet - How is the band?

-Fine! Very fine. - he eats some popcorn - we are getting better. Do you believe we are thinking about recording?

-Recording, really?

-Yes! You know, pure amateur recording but it's still something, right? Many things happened in the last month.

-Yeah, I haven't been going to Carousel or anything...

-Yeah, where were you? I miss you...

-Well, I'm here now...

-You are - he smiled and I blushed - But it would be amazing to see you more often, you know. Are you avoiding us?

-You may find this stupid but... I felt embarrassed.

-For what?

-You know... After what happened when you were drunk, I didn't know how I was supposed to act. Specially for the boys, they saw us.

-I got it. Don't worry, things will get better now. - he put his arm around me, and stayed like this the whole movie long.

"Elvis:
This is the moment
I've waited for
I can hear my heart singing
Soon bells will be ringing

This is the moment
Of sweet Aloha
I will love you longer than forever
Promise me that you will leave me never

Here and now dear,
All my love,
I vow dear
Promise me that you will leave me never
I will love you longer than forever."

-"The Wedding Song", Blue Hawaii.

He held my hand.

•••
-Yeah, and what about that dance scene? The one in the sand...

-This was one of my favorite parts!

We were walking to his car, hand in hand, discussing about the movie since it ended. It was really good, and I could see he liked it as much as I did.

-It was awesome - I said - You know, I don't go to the cinema very often.

-How often? - He asked.

-Well, my parents don't like it and I don't really have friends to hang out with. I only go in special occasions, and believe me, there are not many, and mostly alone.

-That's sad to be honest - he said opening the door of the car - But at least you have a Television.

-Yeah... Actually I didn't use to have one until a couple months ago. My uncle's one broke and he bought a better one. He told my father that if he fixed the old one, he could have it, and he did. It doesn't work that well, but it's okay.

-Well, you can go to my house and watch something with me someday. Or even with the guys, you know. My Television is very good. - He chuckled.

•••
-Time passed fast - I said, when he parked in front of my house.

We just watched the movie and now we are here, it was really quick.

-It's 9:15 yet... We can go somewhere else.

-I don't think it's a good idea. Where could we go? It would end too late.

-I know a place very close we can go.

Michael drove a little and parked in front of the neighbor's house.

-What? The Robinsons' house?

-Yeah - He said getting out of the vehicle - come with me!

I got out and he ran into the garden, taking me by the hand.

-What are you doing??

-Shhhh! They can't hear us!

We stopped running in the end of the garden, behind the house, where I leaned on a tree.

-Why are we here? - I whispered.

-I don't know. It's close to your house and we can spend more time together, alone.

-What if they hear us? They can call the police.

-They won't. - he passed his fingers through my hair and put it behind my ear.

My heart started to beat fast. The sky was full of stars and we were under the moonlight but his eyes were all I could see. They were looking deep in mine.

-Can I confess something? - he was still whispering - Since you told me what happened that night, all I can think is how it was to kiss you.

-Really? - I whispered, nervous. I was sure he could feel my heartbeat at that point - Do you... do you still want to find out?

-You have no idea how much I do.

He touched my face with his fingers and moved them to my lips, trying to find them in the dark. I could feel his breath on my face as he was getting closer until his lips found mine. No taste of beer or even cigarette this time. Only its own's. And I guess it was better this way.

I knew my clothes would end all dirty because of the tree and my hair would become a mess. I was being softly pressed against it, of course, as I ran my hands behind his neck and through his hair. He was such a good kisser, drunk or sober. I'd say his kissing moves were as good as his dance moves, maybe it was all connected. (Sounds weird, right?)

The best thing about the kiss, this time, was that I could feel that he was there, you know what I mean. I knew that he really wanted to do it, and I could feel an amazing connection between us. It felt like we knew everything about each other.

He took some time to open his eyes, even more than me. I could feel he had a small smile on his face but I couldn't really see it. His eyes were everything.

-Where were you all these years? - He said and held my hands.

I looked down and chuckled.

-Can I confess another thing?

-Of course!

-I got your flower here - he started to laugh.

-What?

-Yeah, I was coming to pick you up and I saw them in this garden so I thought you would like it. So I got in here and stole one.

-No way! God, you're crazy - we laughed.

-Who's there? - we heard a voice.

We looked up. Mr Robinson on the window. Damn! He must have heard us!

-I asked who's there! If only I could see your face... I will call the police!

We ran out of there as fast as we could. We arrived in the car and parked in front of my house, the next door. We couldn't stop laughing.

-I told you he was going to call the police.

-He would not do it! He just said it so we would get out.

-Anyway... I think it's time to go now.

-Yeah... When will I see you again?

-I don't know, do I have any reason to avoid you guys anymore? I still don't know how to act though...

-It won't be a problem, dear.

Did he just call me dear? I mean, how could I not blush?

-I will try to go to carousel tomorrow then. And every Saturday.

-What? Once A Week? I don't think I can handle this!

-Why are you being so cute? - I chuckled.

-I don't know - he smiled - Four times then?

-What? This is insane, I can't go out four times a week.

-Three.

-Let's start with two. Fridays and Saturdays. Then we see what we can do.

-What do you expect me to do from Sunday to Thursday?

-I'm sure you will survive.

-So... A goodnight kiss? You know, Just to make sure I'll survive tonight...

God, he is dramatic.

Here's the set Iade for this chapter:
(adding this later, I just realized I forgot to add it when I posted the chapter)

*Rockers: Members of a subculture that originated in the United Kingdom during the 1950s. It was mainly centered in Motorcycles and Rock n' roll music. In the United States, there was a similar group called *Greasers.