First Date

 From my repressed memories:

It was raining that day, hard.

He came up to the front door of the house, the door that we never use. He brought an umbrella with him, which was sweet.

If you put two people under an umbrella, they usually both still get wet. 

We were going to see a movie. It was my first real date ever, but we weren't calling it a date. He said we were still a touch too young to call it that.

We got popcorn. It was a decent movie.

I had my head on his shoulder for most of it.

I got home, and I was excited when I realized that my shirt had picked up the scent of his.

He wore a red flannel and jeans with grey, black, and white Nike shoes. 

It was still raining when he drove me home.

-Emma Lancaster