Starbucks Alternate Ending

My eyes fly open. Lance is beside me, shaking me and calling my name. Oh, Cerba, it was a dream. It was all a dream.
“Lance, I’m awake! Stop shaking me!” I say. My throat hurts.
“You were screaming, Johnny. You scared me real bad...” he says, sitting back.
“I’m sorry. I was-”
“What were you even dreaming about? I’ve never heard a scream like that before.”
All I can recall in my startled state is that Lance was mad at me. When he hears my silence, he gets it.
“Right. Come on. We’re going to Starbucks,” he says, getting up and pulling on a shirt. I tilt my head, but get up.
“What’s a... Starbucks?” I ask. He gasps.
“You’ve never heard of Starbucks????”
He seems emotionally attacked. I shake my head and he grabs my wrist.
“We’re going right now.”
Oh, Cerba. He physically drags me by my hand out into the

He sighs, frustrated.
“Do I look angry?” he asks again. Looking down, I shake my head.
“N-no...”
“So why would you think I was?”
“I..I don’t...I just... I... I’m sorry... I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking... I shouldn’t have... I... I... You’re my frie-”
Suddenly, his lips are on mine. I take a breath, my eyes wide. What. Is. Happening? He’s kissing me! He’s actually kissing me! Closing my eyes, I kiss back. He wraps his arms around me and I allow him to. My breaths are quick against his cheek. My heart is racing. Is this what love is? Or is he just trying to prove a point? After a moment, he pulls away, giggles, and bites his tongue. His face is pink. I press my fingers to my lips.
“Now do you believe me?”
I stare at him, my mouth hanging open. He laughs and sits back, stretching his arms and putting the behind his head. He seems so relaxed about this. Tilting his head up, he smiles and closes his eyes.
“So, anyway, I was thinking. I really like you, Johnny, and we’ve known each other for two years already. How about a date?"
A date? Epic-friking-Lance wants to go on a date with me? I’m shook. I’m speechless.
“I... I-um...uh...” I stutter.