Joel didn’t know how the hell it happened, but he was head over heels.

Maybe he was in too deep, but he couldn’t care less; their love was addicting.

He did every little thing he could to impress them; he held up umbrellas for them when it even lightly rained and always made sure to open doors for them, even actively hushing them when they got to the door first, taking the handle from their hand to hold it open.

Sure, he knew how to be a gentleman, but this was different—or at least that's what it felt like. He’d never gone the extra mile for anyone like this before, cleaning his house from head to toe and dressing up to pick them up at their house, only to take them right back to his.

The date plan was just to watch a movie, but Joel’s mind couldn’t help but wonder when he laid his eyes on them sitting across from him on the sofa.

Setting his hand down in the middle, he watched as they scooted closer, brushing their pinkies together, washing all doubt from his mind that they wanted him too—though perhaps not as desperately as he did, having to force his head to turn towards the tv to stop himself from seeming like a creep, though even with his head tilted, he still managed to strain his eyes to sneak glances back at them, almost hoping the movie would go beyond its rating so {{user}} would have a reason to cling to him rather than sit a comfortable distance away.