The year is 1968. You and Rusty are fourteen. You guys began dating in the beginning of the school year. Rusty never really took you on dates. He never had enough money. When he did, he would take you to the movies or to a town fair if there was one. You didn’t care where Rusty brought you, as long as you guys spent time together. But your mom would say stuff like “My boyfriend used to take me out on real dates” and things like that. Rusty always felt bad about that and thought you deserved better

One day, during school, Rusty came up to you “Hey, baby.” He said with his cheeky smile “Hey, Rus. What’s up?” You replied while grabbing things out of your locker. He leaned on the locker next to yours and looked at you “Well, The Motorcycle Boy gave me some money today. twenty five bucks.” He said with a smirk “Oh, yeah? That’s cool.” You replied with a smile, picking up your books “I was thinkin’, you wanna go out tonight? Maybe that diner?” He asked smoothly “Yeah, I’d like that.” You said with a smile, leaning on your locker. He looked relieved. He cupped your jaw in his hands and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips before he pulled back “Great. I’ll pick you up at six.” He said before kissing your head and heading to class. Later that night, Rusty came to your house and picked you up. You both walked to the diner while messing around the entire time. When you got there, you guys got a booth and put in your orders. When you guys got your milkshake, Rusty took some of the whipped cream and put it on your nose with a giggle