Good Clean Fun
We all got into the car. Peter fired it up and we were off. Davy and I were holding hands and sitting very closely together.
He whispered into my ear, "I had a wonderful time tonight." His breath on my ear sent chills down my spine.
I whispered back, "So did I." I smiled into his twinkling eyes, and he smiled back at me.
"Can I see you again-- tomorrow night?" He whispered questionly.
"Yes!" I said out loud. I clasped my hand over my mouth as Davy laughed.
Peter looked into the rearview mirror and said with a laugh, "Okay you two! Keep it down back there. Leah's asleep."
I giggled and said, "Sorry."
Davy kissed my cheek and whispered, "What do you want to do tomorrow night? Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know," I whispered. "I'd like to see more of L. A."
He kissed me on the lips and whispered, "All-right. That's just what we'll do."
We continued to kiss throughout the ride. I suddenly realized that it wouldn't be such a great idea for Michael to know that I sneaked into a 21-and-over dance club. He'd tell my parents and it would be all-she-wrote for my stay in California
I leaned up to the front seat and said quietly, "Pete, you know, I don't think we should mention to Michael about the dance club tonight."
Peter said, "Oh, he'd tell your parents?"
"Yes, I do believe he would," I said.
"Ok, no problem. I'll keep it on the q-tee," he said.
I sat back to hold Davy's hand again. Davy said he wouldn't say anything to Michael either. Davy and I were lost in each other and our kisses that we didn't even notice when we arrived at Peter's.
Peter helped Leah out of the car and took her in the house. I got my rose, shawl, and purse as Davy took my hand to help me out of the car. He held the door open for me, and I was just about to step in when Peter came out to say good-bye. He thanked me for helping him out in a tight spot.
I looked at Davy and said, "Thank you for inviting me along."
I stepped into Davy's car while Davy and Peter were talking about the show tomorrow. They talked for about two minutes, then Davy got in. He started the car, and we were on our way to Michael's. I told him that I'd like to see EMI Records, Rodeo Drive, and The Walk of Fame on our date tomorrow night.
"None of those things you mentioned are in L. A.," he said.
"Oh, well. I'll let you decide where we go," I said.
He took one hand from the steering wheel and held my hand.
"Davy," I said.
"Yes, Cari," he responded.
"You're the sweetest guy I've ever met. You were a perfect gentleman tonight," I said.
"Oh, thanks love. I try to treat women the way I'd like to be treated," he said blushing.
I could tell that I was falling in love. When he looked at me, I turned to jelly. And I couldn't take my eyes off him!
We finally arrived at Michael's at 10:45. As he did before, Davy opened the car door for me. We walked hand-in-hand to the porch. I clutched my rose tightly with my free hand.
"Good-night, Cari," he whispered in my ear.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I whispered back.
He then kissed me on the lips just he did on the beach. I was in la-la land the moment his lips touched mine. However, I was brought back to reality by a bright porch light which, of course, was turned on by Michael.
"I guess that means the date is over," Davy said with a sigh.
He kissed me on the cheek and told me good-night again. I watched him walk back to his car, get in, and drive away. I sniffed my rose and lingered in the night's occurences-- his kiss, his breath on my ear, his kiss. I then turned and went into the house to find Michael and Phyllis waiting up for me.
Phyllis bombarded me with questions. "Was he polite?" "Where did you go?" "What did you do?" "Did you have fun?" I answered them all truthfully-- except where we went and what we did.
Michael butted in by saying, "Did ya get some sugar?"
"You outta know. You're the one who turned the porch light on," I said sarcastically.
I started up the stairs heading for my bedroom. Michael yelled up to tell me that my mother called. I asked him what he told her, and he said that he told her that I was on a date and told her that Davy was really nice. He also told her that I would call her tomorrow night when I got back from the shoot.
I went up to bed as if I was walking on air. I opened my door to find a vase filled with water on my dresser. "I thought you'd need it for your flower," Phyllis said standing in the doorway.
"Thank you," I said.
"You must have had a great time because I haven't seen such a person so much in love as you are," she said.
"Does it show that much?" I asked embarrassed.
"Yes, it does. And it's wonderful," she said with a smile.
She told me good-night and then left. I put my rose in water then dressed for bed. But I couldn't sleep. All I could think of was Davy Jones. I could still smell him, still feel his hand in mine, still feel his lips touching mine. Oh I couldn't wait to see him tomorrow! I pranced around the room acting as if he and I were dancing. I went over to my window and wished upon a star. I wished that this feeling would never go away.
I got into bed thinking of how wonderful it would be on our second date. I pulled the blankets up around me and finally drifted off to sleep with visions of Davy and me dancing in my head.