I took a shower and despite the fact that I was going in jeans, I felt the need to shave my legs. I perfumed every inch of my body and used my mouthwash twice before leaving. I blow-dried my hair. It took me an hour to get my hair as straight as possible. I thought I looked okay with a pink blouse. I needed to breathe. My heart was pumping fast. I was nervous. I put on my crescent moon earrings, the ones that Brad had bought for me in the antique shop. I took a black handbag and placed my hot pink lipstick, mascara and powder. My cellphone and charger were in a smaller purse, protected from everything else. I had to breathe.

"Natalie," my mom called even though she didn't have to. I heard his motorcycle outside. The engine stopped. The front door rang and I was still in my room. I was incredibly nervous.

"Natalie," my mom called and knocked on the door. I opened it.

"Yes?"

"Brad's here. I've just spoken to him. He seems like a fine young man," she said. I was shocked.

"Really?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yes, really. I like him and he's a hunk! Now, please take care of yourself. If there's anything wrong, call me and don't have unprotected sex."

"Mom!" She laughed.

"He's waiting for you," mom said.

"Okay." I closed the door of my room and I walked downstairs behind my mother. Brad was waiting for me. He was wearing a dark T-shirt, his dark, black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. He had lowcut rocker boots on and when he saw me, he smiled.

"Thank you Mrs. Peterson. It was nice to meet you. I promise to bring your daughter at ten," he said.

"Seriously? I thought you were coming back at twelve?" My mom asked.

"I can't. I have to sleep in early. I have to go to church on Sunday," he said.

"You go to church?" My mom asked.

"Yeah. Every Sunday mam."

"Okay," my mom said nodding. I could tell that she liked that even if she wasn't too religious herself.

"Have a good time," she said and waved at us. Brad opened the door for me and I walked with him to the motorcycle.

"So..." I said nervously.

"So..." He said and I wondered if he was as nervous as I was.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"I don't know. Are you hungry? Do you want to grab something to eat?" He asked me.

"Okay," I said. Brad got on his motorcycle and then I rode behind him. We were going to go grab something to eat nearby. He stopped at a pizza parlor nearby and parked him motorcycle.

"Is this okay?" He asked me and I nodded. I got off and Brad did the same afterward.

"You know, I'm thinking about buying a car," Brad said.

"Oh really? Why? Your motorcycle is so cool," I said as he placed his helmet inside his compacted hood.

"I don't know. I just feel like it'll be safer for you," he said. I laughed.

"Ha, ha, ha. Really? Now, you're concerned with my safety?" I asked him. Brad smiled.

"I mean for the future," he said and grabbed my hand. It felt warm and strong.

"What do you mean for the future?" I asked him.

"Never mind," he said opening the door for me. I entered the pizza parlor and there was a waiting sofa at the entrance and an empty counter with a note that said Please Wait for a Table.

We sat down together, next to each other and I could feel Brad very near me. He grabbed my hand and toyed with my fingers. My heart accelerated thinking about his touch. I never knew it would feel this good. I licked my lips and focused on my breathing.

"You look beautiful," he said with an intense stare. I was so nervous. He was just so freaking hot and he wouldn't back down. Out of the blue, my mom's voice popped into my head reminding me to have protected sex. I shivered.

"Thank you," I replied. My legs trembled as I felt his caresses on my hand. I couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to...

"Next please?" A dark haired man said coming to the empty counter. Brad got up and I followed.

"Yes, us. For two please," he said. The man nodded and guided us to our table. It wasn't a fancy restaurant or anything, the place was nicely fixed though, it had red tablecloths and a single rose in a glass vase that was so thin that it looked like a vial was on top of a small, round table. Salt, pepper and garlic salt shaker were on display next to the glass vase. He gave us our menus.

"Would you like an appetizer?" He asked us. Brad looked at me and I shook my head. I thought he had paid for enough already.

"No? Okay, well, would you like to order now or would you like to have a moment before you do?" He asked us.

"Could you give us a moment?" Brad asked him. The waiter nodded and left us to attend other tables. It was strange to see this place so full. I didn't know it was this crowded, but then pizza on a Saturday night was common for a lot of people.

"Is this place okay? I mean-"

"It's perfect Brad. Thanks," I said. Brad smiled.

"So, I was thinking that maybe we could order a large pizza for us. This way we can take leftovers for home. I know that I wouldn't mind having a bite later," he said.

"But do you think a large pizza can fit in your trunk?" I asked him.

"No, I don't think so, but I can ask for a smaller box, besides I'm thinking about ordering the Hawaiian pizza. Have you had it before?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"No, never."

"It has pieces of ham and pineapple. It's super good. The combination of fruit and salt is amazing. If you want I could order it."

"Hmm... okay, why not?" I said. Brad smiled and he called over the waiter to ask for my order.

"I'd like a strawberry smoothie to drink," I said.

"Me too," Brad told the waiter. The waiter wrote our order in a small notepad and then asked us if we wanted dessert. I shook my head.

"No, that's fine," Brad told him. Then the waiter removed our menus and left.

"I have something else for you," he said.

"What? Brad, I think you've already spent enough on me," I told him and he took out a small box.

"I'm sorry Natalie. I couldn't help it, although I have to tell you, my savings are ending up, so I might not get you anything else for a while," he said.

"Good. I mean... not that you're savings are ending up, but that you're not going to be spending your money on me," I said sounding so awkward I wanted God to strike lighting on me or on my brain.

"Stop complaining and open it already. I want you to wear it for me," he said. I opened the box. It was a silver bracelet with a full moon.

"What?" I said in disbelief as he took it out of the box and placed it on my wrist.

"You're supposed to say thank you. By the way you're welcome," he said.

"I didn't mean it like that Brad. I was just surprised that you even found one of these. It's beautiful," I said.

"I know. It's more beautiful on your wrist," he said toying with my hand. I almost blushed. I stared at my bracelet for a while.

"Did you know that there's a full moon out tonight?" He said.

"Oh, really? I didn't know," I replied and he nodded.

"Yeah, so you're perfectly combined," he said and I smiled. I didn't know why he spent his money on me knowing that I was a rich kid. The only thing I could think was that he really felt something for me. It was hard not to look at him and feel nervous. His tousled hair was a gorgeous set of blond hair and his face was perfect. He didn't have a single freckle, pimple or mark on his face. He was almost divine.

"So you're a moon guy?" I asked him and he smiled.

"Well, I kind of like poetry," he replied.

"You like poetry?" I asked surprised.

"Hey, just because I'm a guy, it doesn't mean that I can't like some poetry," he said.

"I never said that. It's just... uncommon," I replied. He nodded.

"Yeah, it is and it's kind of a pity too. Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul. Oh, though fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like the child, that cries aloud to own thy light. The little child that lifts each arm to press thee to her bosom warm. Though there are birds that sing this night with thy white beams across their throats, let my deep silence speak for me. More than for them their sweetest notes. Who worships thee till music fails. Is greater than thy nightingales. That's my favorite poem and it was written by Willian Henry Davis. It's kind of weird because he was actually a hobo," he said.

"A hobo? That's weird," I said with a giggle.

"Yeah, but he certainly knew his poetry," Brad replied.

"What I can't believe is that you memorize poems," I said.

"No. I only know that one. I hope you don't mind," he said. I was impressed though. I didn't know a single poem by heart. I only knew a few quotes here and there.

"What's your favorite quote then?" He asked me with a smile after I told him that I didn't know a poem by heart.. He places his elbow over the table and his face over his hand as he stood there and watched me.

"Umm... I don't know. I like a few quotes. Umm... let me see... I said thinking about it. It was difficult to dust off all of the junk I had in my brain. Then I remembered.

"Well, these aren't my favorite quotes, these are just quotes I know," I clarified for him before I began.

"Okay. Proceed," he said playing with formality. I laughed.

"Okay. It's better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Milton."

"Aha."

"I have a dream that one day the people will be judged by the content of the their character and not by the color of their skin. Martin Luther King."

"Okay, Miss future president, what else?" He asked and I just laughed again.

"Umm... okay, If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything, Back to the Future."

"Okay, that was your best quote right there," he said pointing a finger at me. I laughed again. The waiter arrived with a hot, misty, thin crust Hawaiian pizza that was decorated with small chunks of yellow pineapple and small slices of pink ham. The smell was so good with a mixture of sauce, cheese and bread that it was perfect. It made my mouth watery.

"Here you go," he said. I removed the glass base to a corner of the table, since the pizza was pretty large and the waiter placed the round aluminum tray on our table.

"I'll get that," the waiter said removing the vase from the table.

"I'll be bringing your drinks in just one moment," he said.

"Wow, thank you," I replied. It looked really appetizing. I was about to grab a slice, but Brad took the pizza knife and began to cut a slice.

"Don't worry, here," he said offering me a slice. The cheese of the pizza stretched out in long, white lines like gum. He placed it in a plate and handed it over to me.

"Thanks," I said as I saw the mist coming from the pizza. Brad sliced his own pizza in another plate and grabbed it.

"Ouch! It's kind of hot," Brad said.

"Yeah," I replied.

"But I don't care. You're hotter," Brad said. What did he just say? Was that supposed to be a compliment. I blushed unintentionally and stared at my pizza. There was no way I was looking up at him again. Brad blew on his pizza and ate it in segments. I on the other hand looked for a fork and knife and began to cut away my pizza into pieces. I wasn't going to burn my hands or my mouth. Then, after I finished I placed the small slices in my mouth and the pizza wasn't that hot anymore. It was the perfect temperature. Crispy bread crust, Red tomatoe sauce, mozzarella cheese, ham and pineapple all merged together in my mouth and I could feel the incredible combinations exploding all over my mouth in an absolute mixture of deliciousness and wonder. Every bite just gave me more and more pleasure.

The waiter came in with our drinks. We both asked for strawberry smoothies. I took a sip on the plastic straw and felt the sweet juices of the strawberry. The time I spent eating with Brad was fantastic.

"Could you please wrap this up for me. Thanks," he told the waiter after we both agreed that we couldn't eat anymore. I was stuffed.

"Oh, my God. I shouldn't have eaten this. My basketball tryout is this Friday," I remarked.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just one Saturday night. It's not like you do this everyday," Brad comforted me. He was so sweet.

"Thanks," he said when the waiter handed him a small box with the leftovers. Brad had told him that he would need a small box because he rode a motorcycle.

"Do you think you could leave him a tip?" Brad asked me. I nodded immediately.

"Why sure Brad," I said looking for some cash in my pockets. I gave him a ten dollar bill.

"Why, thank you, thank you. Please come again," the waiter said enthusiastically. I waved goodbye at him. He had served us so well. I was happy.

"I don't know if I can drive my bike, to be honest," Brad said laughing.

"Why?"

"Because I'm so damn full," he said. The night was beautiful and small drops of water fell from the sky.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You're getting wet and I don't have..." I laughed at Brad's chivalry and touched the rain with my palm.

"This is so amazing," I said.

"What is?"

"This night," I replied. He had been right. The full moon was out and bright. It looked so big, so beautiful and I didn't know what it was, but I felt like tonight was going to be a magical night.

"Let's walk a little," I suggested.

"Are you sure?" He asked me. I nodded. Soon the specs of rain stopped and we were walking on the sidewalks in the business district area. I was window shopping with him and looking at all off the little gadgets and appliances that people bought or sold from the stores.

"It would be so nice," I said.

"What?" He asked me holding my hand.

"If tonight was like every other night," I said. Brad took me to a solitary area where it wasn't so bright, but assured me that it wasn't dangerous.

"I just want to do something," he said.

"What?" I asked him. He looked into my eyes and we experienced a total silence. Then, he pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips. Then, his tongue was into me and for a moment I was somewhere else.