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Dakota:

“Thanks for the awesome time, Dwayne,” I said as we climbed the front porch steps of my house.

“It’s my pleasure,” replied Dwayne, smiling brightly.

We went to have dinner at the Diner in town. I was surprised he knew me well. I didn’t really like fine dine-in restaurants. It needed the unnecessary dress codes that made rich people felt rich. I mean, it was obvious enough that they were rich because they could actually afford those kinds of restaurants. Did they had to rub it in?

Anyway, as far as I had seen on Dwayne, he looked like the type who could afford to eat in a fine dine-in. And it was good to know that he knew me enough to take me somewhere I would be more comfortable in. The Diner might not be the most romantic, but at least we had a good time.

Then, we went to watch a movie. He bought the popcorn and drinks, as well as the tickets. That was not all; he kept treating me like a princess. That was the first time in my life that I actually felt like a girl. And it was not that bad. I wasn't really used to that kind of treatment. But I could get used to it.

By the time the movie finished, shops around town started to call it a night. That still didn’t stop us from strolling, while talking. At that time, he casually held my hand as we walked.

I suddenly got nervous. But I dismissed it. Because it just felt nice. It was nice to feel liked. To be treated like a girl because I was one, to be appreciated, and to feel like the night was not going to end sadly like it usually did. Because I knew, that in this world, someone finally liked me.

I didn’t know that there was nothing wrong with being a girly girl. Dwayne made me feel important and loved. I could be anyone I wanted to be. And that I shouldn’t keep myself from standing out.

I realized that I just wanted somebody who cared, somebody who would tell me that it was okay to be comfortable, somebody who made me feel that I didn’t have to be sulky all the time – and most importantly, someone who would love me for who I was.

“Do you remember the guy’s face?” Dwayne mentioned, pulling me out of my thinking. “The one we accidentally poured the popcorn on?”

I laughed, remembering the guy in the movie house.

“Yeah, he was so pissed,” I said, grinning.

“Good thing it’s the popcorn, and not the soda.”

“Yup!” I agreed. “Besides, what was he so mad about? The popcorn tasted delicious, didn’t it?”

“Maybe he was more of a burger guy,” suggested Dwayne, shrugging.

I just laughed carelessly. I had a really good time tonight with Dwayne, which I didn’t expect. It wasn’t awkward at all.

We stopped in front of the door and turned to face each other. My eyes wandered to his. I was surprised to see how soft his eyes were as he looked into mine. I felt my face turn scarlet, but I didn’t look away.

“Why do you like me?” I asked quite frankly.

I wanted to know why. It was not every day that someone like him could be interested in me. So what did he see in me that he liked?

“I like how you see things differently than other people,” he answered quickly. He smiled like a kid being woken up on a Christmas morning. “You don’t give a crap about what other people think of you. You stay tough, even though you’re hurting inside. You don’t like people to see your weak side. And I like the way that you’re not trying to be someone you’re not just to fit in.”

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