"Gabby wants the four of us to go out on Saturday." Hobi mentioned a little over a month after Jimin moved into the neighborhood. It'd been two weeks since the night he grabbed my hand, both of us going on with our developing friendship as if nothing happened. Honestly, I considered that he may have liked me in the beginning, but to me it didn't make sense to move to a new town and immediately settle on the first girl you meet. Plus, I'd seen him with other girls at school, a side that was surprisingly flirtatious, the opposite of his usual coy charm.

I felt pretty adamant about not wanting to hang out with Gabby, but Jimin spoke up before I could. "Sounds fun, there's a new horror movie coming out this weekend. You're into that right Sel?" His question cued me to look up at him.

"Yeah, but I don't think Gabby is." I focused my attention on Hobi, a mischievous grin on his lips.

"She's not, but she owes me for going to this makeup convention with her." He shrugged, seeming excited to have Gabby involved in one of his interests.

I could see how excited they both were as they waited for my response. A part of me wanted Hobi and I to stick to our usual routine of seeing the latest scary movie releases alone, but after I saw the way Jimin's eyes almost disappeared, still somewhat hidden by his hair and pinched together with his smile, I couldn't say no.

After two more days of school and an afternoon of pulling out nearly every piece of clothing I owned, trying on countless outfits before settling on the one I first tried on,  I was almost ready for our outing.

"So you're dating this Jimin now?" My mom leaned into my doorway, one of her brows arched in curiosity.

I stood in front of the mirror, layering a few necklaces. "It's not a date. We're going to the movies with Hobi and his girlfriend." I replied.

Her other eyebrow rose. "So it's a double date."

"It's a date between a couple and two other friends coming along." I tried to mask the hint of irritation in my tone.

"The massive pile of clothes on your bed says otherwise. I know what it looks like when someone's getting ready for a date." She retorted.

I sighed. "It was Hobi's idea. It wasn't like Jimin even asked me."

She picked up on the slight questioning and disappointment in my voice, walking to where I stood to pull a few loose strands of my hair into place. "Well he's an idiot if he doesn't. You have more love in you than anyone I know, and if he doesn't want that, it's his loss." She stood back to look over my outfit, giving a nod of approval. "But even if it's not a date, don't forget curfew." She reminded me before walking out.

Listening to her words felt like a contradiction to everything I read on the page that she'd written about my attachment divinity reading, like she was proud of the supposed vast amount of love that lived in me.

I wanted to write out my thoughts about it, to process the contradicting messages and theorize about what they might mean, but Hobi's horn sounded from his yard, letting Jimin and I know that we were set to leave.

We stepped from our houses at the same time, meeting in the middle of the street on either side of Hobi's car. Once we slid inside I looked over at him, taking in the simple dark jeans and soft looking button up he wore. When I met his eye he smirked, his head tilted slightly as he looked at me up and down.

It was only a second between the time we got in the car to the time we met each other's gaze, Hobi turning around so that he could see us from the front seat. "I saw a spoiler for the movie. The killer is—"

"No!" Jimin and I shouted at the same time to stop him from giving the ending away. I'd been friends with Hobi long enough to know he couldn't hold on to secrets or spoilers, our laughter filling the car as we started the drive to get Gabby and into town.

After so many years of watching horror and thriller films, I was practically unscarable and could predict the ending of any movie. Hobi on the other hand, still got as scared as the first time we watched Thirteen Ghosts. Jimin and I laughed at him as he practically wrapped himself around Gabby, the loudest in the theater every time there was a jump scare, his constant yelps startling everyone in the room even more than the movie.

"How could you scream so loud when you already knew the ending?" Jimin chided as we left the theater, Hobi taking a relieved breath at the fresh air.

"If you're so scared, why even watch them?" Gabby asked, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance.

Hobi slung an arm over her shoulders while we walked to the car, kissing the top of her head apologetically. "That's part of the enjoyment." He nudged my arm with his other elbow, sure that seeing him terrified had been a piece of my fun for all these years too.

On the way home I could feel Jimin's eyes on me every now and again. I giggled as quietly as I could, watching him make mocking gestures while Gabby went on about why romance was the superior movie genre.

Hobi dropped us off at home first, presumably going to spend more time with Gabby. Neither Jimin or I seemed to know how to end the night, standing in the same spots in the empty street where we got out of the car.

"Well, good—" I started, but he spoke over me.

"Can we hang out in the backyard for a little longer?" He asked. "I just need to grab something from the house and I'll be there."

I looked back at my house, able to see the backs of my parent's heads through the open window, seated on the couch with their eyes glued to the introductory theme of one of those late night shows.

"Sure." I answered, walking across the street to his side and up to his house. He went inside while I walked around the back, waiting by the swing they put up for his sister.

He was only a minute behind me, emerging from the back door with a blanket and a box that I recognized from his mom's bakery.

"Mom wanted me to try the new cookies she has lined up for next month's specialty flavor. I figured you could help me pick." He handed me the box while he spread the blanket on the grass, sitting on one side with his legs stretched out in front of him.

I sat next to him, opening the box and leaning in to smell the delicious mix of scents. "Which one should we try first?" I was eager, already dancing a little at the thought of tasting them.

He chuckled, blindly grabbing one from the box and holding it out to me. I took a bite, a swirl of white chocolate and strawberry bits coating my tongue. I shook my head, covering my mouth to mask the sound of satisfaction that bubbled in my throat. Jimin took a bite, laughing at himself as he had a similar response.

I picked the next, unable to determine the flavor by the appearance. "Wow, that might be the winner already." I commented as soon as I took my bite, marking the churro-flavored cookie as my new favorite.

He threw his head back dramatically after tasting, laying fully on his back as he chewed and then sitting up on his elbow. We wasted no time devouring that one before going for the last, and though the rich double chocolate cookie was equally as good as the strawberry shortcake, we both agreed that the churro flavor would take the win.

"You're so cute and funny when you eat." Jimin observed, making me pause my chewing, one of my cheeks stuffed with a bite.

I could feel the rush of blood to my ears, trying to shake it off as I asked. "What do you mean?"

"It's like you analyze the food for which bite will be the next so you can save the best for last." He clarified.

The blush moved from my ears to cover my cheeks as well, nobody having ever observed me so closely or accurately. I didn't know how to respond, looking down at the last piece of cookie between my fingers and handing it over to him. He looked puzzled, but took it while I explained what I was giving him. "My perfect bite."

There was the most endearing smile on his face as he stuffed it in his mouth, tossing his head back again, his hair falling backward and away from his forehead.

"I think this is the first time I've seen your eyebrows." I leaned closer to him, pushing back the pieces that still covered his face.

He wiggled them at me. "Do you like them?" He laughed. For the first time I could see his eyes fully and I wanted to ask him to change the way he wore his hair so that I always could. "I have weird feelings for you." He added another statement that took me off guard.

"Weird feelings?" I wondered.

"Good feelings." He explained. "From the moment I met you there were these really strong feelings. I'm usually good at talking to girls, but it feels different with you."

His chest rose and fell a little faster and I glanced down at it, taking notice of the change. When I looked back up he'd leaned forward, so close that I only had to move an inch to close the gap between our mouths. Everything about him was soft and he tasted like hints of every flavor of cookie we'd just tried, a confirmation in our kiss that the feelings we'd been having and trying to understand were the same.

We stayed there until I realized I had five minutes until my curfew, his hand laced in mine as we walked back along the side of his house. He kissed the corner of my mouth one more time before watching me walk back across the street, having to collect myself before entering.

I took off my shoes, walking over to lay my head across my mom's legs, letting out a satisfied sigh as she started to scratch slowly at my scalp with her long nails. I couldn't take my mind off of Jimin, the date, the cookies and then the kiss, still playing out in my mind.

"Will you tell me the story again, about you and dad? I haven't heard it in a long time." I requested, turning to lay on my back so that I could look up at her.

I noticed the way my dad used the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder to pull her closer, kissing her temple. "You know the story, we met at that Nirvana concert." She responded casually.

"No, tell it like you would when I was little. You made it feel like magic." I pressed, pleading with my eyes.

She looked over to my dad with eyes still full of love after so many years, her voice the softest it ever was as she recounted the night she first saw him.

"It was October 31, 1991. We had the best music which I know you know because it's your favorite. My best friend, Kim, and I snuck out for the Nirvana concert that was playing in the city, dressed the opposite of our personalities with me as an angel and her as a devil. Honestly, I wanted to meet a boy that night, but I never anticipated how it would feel when I laid eyes on your dad. Kim and I were a little farther from the stage but we were having a blast. I laid eyes on him for the first time while we danced around to Come As You Are. He wore this awful Freddy Krueger costume. You know I hate horror stuff, but he had a mustache like Freddie Mercury, and when we locked eyes, there was something there, something that told me I would spend forever with him."

My voice was filled with sleep, my eyelids heavy as I tried to stay awake. "Then what?" I muttered.

"Gravity practically pulled us to each other and we danced through the crowd, meeting at the midpoint. We danced for the rest of the song and I don't know what came over me, but when it was over I kissed him, right there in the middle of everything." I didn't hear any more of the story beyond that point, sleep taking over my body and my mind building a dream of me, dressed in nineties fashion, at a concert with a blurry Kurt Cobain and the moment I met Jimin's eyes.