He was relieved when she suggested that they leave the dance. It felt so strange being surrounded by so many people, it felt too exposed, seeing as they had only recently become more than friends - it was all new to them. At the mention of ice cream, he laughed and nodded, "Yeah, that sounds really good, come to think of it," He agreed, more confident than he had been before, now that they were outside and more relaxed. He had chosen a basic Drumstick cone with chocolate shavings on top, which he quickly found running down his hand and dangerously close to his sleeve. However, he fought on, catching each melted drip and quickly devouring the cold refreshment, leaving part of the cone for the rubbish bin. It felt so much more fun now that there wasn't any pressure from the dance, he could just feel the next one being more effortless and enjoyable. Despite her not letting him pay for her ice cream, he found their compromise to be fair enough for now. He couldn't help but laugh as the ice cream in her sandwich would press from every side whenever she took a bite and she had to give up on it halfway through. He was nearly done when she pitched it, so he did the same with his, making sure to clean up his hand before wiping it off.

He smiled slightly, "Yeah, my football skill could use a bit of tweaking, but I don't think it could have happened any other way..." He pointed out, laughing, "Then again, [I]I'm[/I] not the one who got hit with the ball." It really was funny how things worked, James hadn't even realized how their wandering about took them back past their homes and toward the rock where he had asked to be her boyfriend. It was also the night that she had become a big sister, so the location had quickly become someplace very special. Somehow it felt like the one place where everything could just be true, where nothing would have to change. Consistency was nice, especially during times like this. As she pulled out her phone and started playing a song, he nodded, "Sure, I'd love to."

It was easy to ignore feeling silly around Sasha, because she wasn't afraid of doing it too. Not to mention, nobody else was watching, it was so much easier, seeing as he had no idea what to do. He took her hand when she offered it over and hopped off the rock himself, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. It wasn't exactly a slow song, but it was sweet. It was so much less nerve-racking when they were secluded. Tentatively, he placed his free hand on her hip, his heart starting to beat more quickly as he took a step closer, meeting her gaze. "I had fun tonight," He said brightly, "I'm really glad we decided to go together, Sasha." Their hands disconnected as he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling more natural after the song had been going for a bit. As the chorus began to repeat for the song to pan out, he looked down slightly to her, tilting his head and leaning forward. He tried his best to quell the part of him that actually understood the situation, wanting nothing more than to calmly handle what he hoped would be his first kiss.

He brought a hand up to her cheek, pushing her short hair back as their lips met. A few moments later, he pulled away, blushing hotly, blinking in surprise at himself. "Wow..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as the song ended. Part of him knew that it was okay, but another part was worried she would be mad or that he had moved too quickly, assuming she would accept the kiss. To break the silence, he smiled slightly, "So... Was that okay?" He asked with a small laugh, wanting nothing more than to keep the air from becoming too awkward.