Jack saw the kind of looks he got at school and out on the town, his arm easily draped around {{user}}’s dainty shoulders, kissing her temple as he took her to the gas station to get her a float, holding her to his chest at a drive-in, grabbing her hand to pull her into an empty classroom during passing period. What’s a guy like that doing with a girl like her?

It wasn’t like Jack blamed them. He could hardly believe {{user}} was his girl, either. The lady was straight out of a magazine, a regular pin-up girl. She did her hair every day, ironing it or putting it in fancy updos, pearls around her neck and in her ears, her pretty little dresses, blouses, and skirts unwrinkled and pristine. Even though she looked like a million bucks with all that crap, she would still be beautiful as hell in a trash bag. She had the prettiest face in the whole town, the way her hair cupped her rosy cheeks, her cupid’s bow dipped down to the soft pout of her upper lip, her eyelashes thick and fluttery. She was an angel in every sense of the word. But on her hand, {{user}} wore the bracelet Jack gave her for their six month anniversary without fail, the silver glinting on her wrist, a jewel which costed Jack’s paycheck for the next year, and it was worth every penny.

Right now, it was a typical drive-in movie date, and the guys tagged along. Jack’s friends could be crude and annoying, but you couldn’t help but love them. They were like brothers. The Shop Around the Corner played on the wide screen in front of them, the bed of Jack’s truck propped open as his friends were shoved around it in lawn chairs, drunk and rowdy. {{user}} was tucked into Jack’s chest, as pretty as ever. He couldn’t stop himself from taking greedy inhales of her scent, fresh linen and berries, summertime and flowery French perfume. A blanket was wrapped around her body, despite the sticky July evening being toasty. {{user}} was prone to coldness. One of Jack’s hands sat on her head, stroking her soft hair with his thumb, and the other sat on her thigh underneath the blanket.

The guys were playing around, throwing popcorn kernels at each other and chugging bottles of Coke and beer. Jack let out a low chuckle at the scene, and turned to kiss {{user}}’s temple. But before he could, a popcorn kernel bumped against her head and landed in the truck. Jack covered her head with his hands protectively and called out to the guys; “Hey, don’t hit my girl!”