In maybe mid October, my friend Leah was talking to some guy who's name I couldn't remember if you were to pay me a million dollars. It's alright, he's part in the story is short. Leah was scared to meet him alone for the first time. She was like that with most guys and still is to this day; quick to make plans and quicker to chicken out last minute. She asked me if I'd join and not wanting to me a third wheel, I said only if Brayden could come too. She agreed. Sometime later, on the day of the date, Leah and I got together and attempted makeup. In the dusty little box where I keep my memories with Brayden, I have a horde a small little photograph of us from that day. In it, I'm wearing a green zip up cropped hoodie and a tiny skin tight black skirt. Leah stands in simple black leggings and a cute grey shirt. We have the biggest smiles on our half-down made up faces.

We met the guys at the mall. Brayden probably gave me a hug upon arrival and knowing Leah at that age, she probably saw her date and ran in the other direction. A while later, when she was done hiding, they did finally meet up. He was a nice kid, not the brightest, having worn a shirt with a big picture of a marijuana plant on his first date. Leah wasn't impressed by a long shot, but classy, she rolled with it. They walked ahead of us and Brayden and I happily stayed back, holding hands as we followed them.

Nothing else really sticks out from that night except for when we entered Bath & Body Works. Brayden and I had been in one a month earlier on our first date and loved it, this time was no different. We smelled candles and ranked and the whole time, he stood behind me with an arm around my waist, holding me close.