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Isaiah Lawrance, Staff Writer

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“Knock Knock.” The door opens and a large muscular man in a Military jump suit answers. “Is…is your daughter home?”, I asked. In a extensive voice Jasmine’s dad answers sarcastically. “No, she ran away.” I was confused, but then realizes that he was joking. I went to walk in, but he stopped me. “You’re not aloud in this house right now.” “Could you get her for me?”, I say.

The man angrily sighs of exhaustion “Sweetheart! He’s here for you!” “K! Be down in a minute! Got a few things to touch up real quick!” That’s when he gave him “Look.” The “Look” is a look every dad has. It’s in between a glare and a stare at the same time. Sometimes it’s called the “Glare Stare”. “Get her back by 8:00.” “Sir that’s way to early! I mean I have a lot of plans a-“ “That’s an order!” Sargent Johnson used to be in the military until the accident where his arm got cut off by debris of a jet crash. It was really depressing when the Johnson family got the news.

Jasmine and I had just started dating, and it was about a year ago. “Yes, Mr. Johnson.” I said sadly. I really wanted enough time to get her to the docks, for the surprise. “It’s Sargent Johnson to you!” Then he walked away with a grin on his face almost falling of bad balance. Jackson was sweating so bad until he saw Jasmine. She was so beautiful, yet so peaceful at the same time. She looked like a star, just with long brown hair an blue eyes. “Wow. You look amazing Jasmine.” “Thanks! And now that you’re 16, you can drive us on dates, instead of your mom tagging along.” We both laughed. Although her’s was more of a giggle. “Yeah. So you ready to go to prom.”

It felt weird going to prom after all those years of talking about it. “Readier than I’ll ever be.” “We should go to the docks.” I said. “What?” “You know, the docks?” She was confused but happy. We hadn’t been at the docks in years. Jasmine and I used to play there when we were kids, before we started dating. “We have a thirty minuets before prom, so let’s go, I have a surprise! “Ok. Let’s go!”

We hopped in the truck and I started driving. She had been trying to get her drivers license for a while but couldn’t. Her dad wouldn’t let her. When we got there the sun was setting. I anticipated on this since it was six ten when we left and it took 5 min to get there driving. An thirty minutes on foot(if you use the shortcuts). Prom started at 7, so we had plenty of time.. “Wow.” It took her breath away to see the sun setting. “It’s amazing!”

She had never seen the sun setting by the docks. This was her first time, even after all those years. I chuckled a little then said, “Yeah.” Though we stopped playing there when we where kids, I still went there often to think and just have me time. Jasmine didn’t know about it yet. Jasmine then asked, “Where did you get this idea?” Still looking into the red, orange, and pink like horizon, I was surprised by the question.

“Huh?” “Where did you get the idea to come down here? We haven’t been down here for years!” “Well every week or so I come down here to think about things.” “What things?” “Well I never really thought about the things I think about. She laughed. She always loved my jokes. That’s one thing I loved about her. “I guess everything.” “Do you ever think about us?” “Yeah. All the time actually. But not bad, just what we will be in the future.” Jasmine blushed. “What will we be in the future?” She asked. Obviously hoping for a good answer. “Well I hope we are more than what we are now. We can change that right now,”I said with more fear than courage. “How?” She asked getting more anxious by the second.

Then I leaned in and kissed her. Prom had ended around eight thirty, so Sargent Johnson was probably going to get mad at me, but I didn’t care. I had had the most amazing night of my life. (And that’s saying something!). We had just got to her white picket fence in her yard. You could tell it was her house because she was the only one in the neighborhood that had a white picket fence. I always like the smell of paint, so I always smelled it when Jasmine wasn’t looking. It was a super quite walk home. I had left the truck at the school, because I missed walking, and I’m pretty sure Jasmine missed it to. “I had a great time tonight”, I sad blushing like crazy.

I tried to hide it, but it was hard to see in the first place, in the dark gloomy night. “I did too Jackson. We should do it again sometime.” I had knew I hit the bullseye, on timing to kiss her! I said “Sure. You pick the time and place, and can get past your dad, then call it a date.” She laughed, like always. I’m pretty sure that she laughed at my jokes just to be nice. If not, then she really was easy to make laugh.

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