Author's note: The gif is from another era so of course Keith is very younger and different in the story, but I thought this gif matches this chapter well! I hope you like it! This chapter is really simple so I'm probably posting the next one in a week or two.

I woke up happy and ran downstairs. I could barely sleep after yesterday.

Things like this never happen to me. I first kissed a boy when I was fourteen but none of us knew how to do it. I never had a "boyfriend", but I dated a guy called Mark a couple of times when I was sixteen, until not too long after I turned seventeen, two months later. But he lived in the other side of town and my parents didn't allow me to see him very often, so it wasn't a serious thing at all.

But Mark never kissed me the way Michael did. His kisses used to be all soft and quick.

-I am going to Carousel now. - I told my dad as I served a glass with orange juice.

-Again?

-Yes, you know, I told you they go there every Saturday morning.

-Hm, ok. Are your friends coming to pick you again or you're going with that car in our garage?

-Oh... You saw it.

-Of course I did! - he started to yell - You better explain what his car is doing here and why is there a Budweiser bottle on the driver's seat? Did he sleep here?

-For God's sake, no! I can explain. It's not what it looks like. And the bottle is Michael's.

-He drove drunk?

-No, dad, I drove.

-You drove drunk?

-Nooo! Listen, the bottle was Michael's and I drove because as he was drinking he couldn't drive. I didn't drink. That's why the car is here and I'm going to take it back now.

-Jane, I don't know what is going on, you suddenly started walking with boys and going out and first you were with the guy's shirt and now with his car? This is way too much. I don't want you walking with them anymore.

-You what???

-That's it. Go take his car, come back home and you won't go to carousel or wherever with them anymore.

-You know what? I'm 18. I don't have to do what you tell me to.

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Is he sleeping? I don't want to bother him... Anyway I was already there so I rang the doorbell. Nothing. Did it again. I was almost walking back when it opens slowly.

I see Michael's face through the small space.

-Jane? - he said with a sleepy and hoarse voice - Get in.

He just let the door open and walked to the kitchen. It wasn't exactly what I expected...

-Do you want some water?

-No, I'm fine, thank you.

He got a glass for him and came back. Then I realized he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He looked exhausted.

-Did I wake you?

-You did, actually. But it's okay, it's getting late. My head hurts. I think I drank too much... I slept on the sofa, can you believe?

-In the sofa, really?

-Yeah - he took a sip - I don't even remember arriving home.

-Oh... Don't you?

Damn, this is bad, this is so bad. What if he doesn't remember what happened between us?

-No... God, what a headache. I feel nauseated. I better not go to carousel today... I guess it's too late anyway. So, what are you doing here?

-Hm... Your car.

-Ooh, yes, my car!! I remember you were supposed to drive back. Thank you, Jane!

-No problem.

-Do you mind if I go to the bathroom? I need to brush my teeth, that's a horrible taste of alcohol in my mouth.

-Sure!

Oh my God, what will I do now?

The doorbell rings.

-Jane, could you please answer? - he shouted from the bathroom - It must be just someone wanting to sell a detergent pack or something.

I agreed. I felt a little nervous about the possibility of being his father or something.

-Oh! Hi, Keith!

-Jane? What are you doing here... in the morning?

-You know, his car.

-Oh, I see... Where's Mick?

-He'll be right back, he is brushing his teeth. He just woke up.

-Just woke up? Hm. Okay, then...

-Keith? Hello, man! - Michael comes out.

-Hey Mick. Is it what you were wearing yesterday?

-Yeah, I slept on the sofa!

-On the sofa? Oh.

-Why are you here?

-You know, everyone went to carousel unless you two. We decided to do a rehearsal at Dick's house and we came to see if you were coming.

-Oh, right, you know, I'm nauseated and my head hurts... I'm not really able to sing and dance and hear all that noise...

-Okay then. What a shame. Get better!

He walked out and got in the car, where the other boys were waiting.

-I want coffee.

-Sounds good.

-Do you want to go to a Café or something? You know, I'll have to drive you home anyway.

-Sure! But you better change your outfit.

-Oh... Yes, for sure I will. Just a minute.

I sat on the sofa as he ran upstairs and came back with a brown coat and a black scarf, other trousers and boots as well.

•••
-Good Morning! Or afternoon, I'm not sure... - he said to the waitress - I want a black coffee. Medium size. What about you?

-Just a small latte, please.

I didn't know what to say as we waited. But he started a conversation.

-So... Did you have fun last night?

-Y-Yeah.

-You look weird...

-Thank you? - I said, nervous.

-No, I mean... I don't know, you just do.

The waitress puts our cups on the table. We thanked her, added sugar and drank some.

-Jane... Did something happen yesterday?

-What do you mean?

-I mean... Between us. Did I... You know... Did I kiss you?

I gasped.

-Hm... Yes.

-God... I can remember a little now but I wasn't sure if it really happened... I was drunk, you know.

-You mean you regret it?

-No! I just think that if I kissed you, it would be better if I could remember it well, don't you?

-Yeah.

-It was in the dance floor, right? Did the guys see it?

-They did. And yes, in the dance floor. And then in the car...

-In the car too? Damn! But we...?

-What? For God's sake, no! What do you think I am?

-It's not you! I was drunk, who knows what I could do?

-We didn't go too far. Even though you started to pull my shirt and asked me to get in your house with you - I chuckled, embarrassed.

-No!!! Did I? - I nodded - How stupid! I ruined everything... I suppose you don't want to go to the movies anymore.

-Yeah, I don't know.

-Don't you think I deserve a second chance? - He held my hand on the table - ...Please?

-Well... I think this movie will be really nice.

He smiled.

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My dad started to act different after what I said. He hardly looks at my eyes or talk to me now, he is very distant. He was never that close to me but now it's worse.

The boys started to do more rehearsals. Three times a week. They were really enjoying each other. I avoided seeing them, going to Carousel, rehearsals or anywhere else. I felt so strange to act like nothing happened between Michael and me after what the guys saw. Especially Keith. I decided to wait until the date and see what happens.