July 13th, 1973

Dear Diary,

I can't believe what happened today! All that waiting, all that time I've spent waiting and wondering has finally paid off! Here I was worrying about tonight and Keith and my mother and then here I am now, sitting on my bed, writing all about the most memorable night of my entire life! My heart is so full I feel even more giddy than I did when I was nervous and the best thing is, I have a date Friday night with Keith Partridge! I just can't believe it all! It seems almost too good to be true. But nothing was as unbelievable then what happened after the concert this great and wonderful evening!

The concert was wonderful and I liked every song. I didn't enjoy it quite as much as I could have though, because I was nervously awaiting the confrontation I just knew was going to occur after the show. And then, the show ended and people began leaving. I persuaded Mom to wait until the crowd dispersed before leaving and played my part very well. Soon the whole auditorium was empty and Mom said it was time to go. But just as I turned to follow her and Ricky towards the doorway, I heard someone call my name. We all turned around to see Keith running towards us. I snuck a glance at my mother, she was frowning.

Keith asked us if we had enjoyed the concert and all of us nodded simultaneously. He then looked to my mother and said that was great, that he was glad we had enjoyed the tickets he had given us. Mom asked him what he meant. I was fearful. I didn't have any clue was he was planning and so far things didn't seem to be working so well.

Keith said that the tickets we attended tonight's show on had been on him. That he had sent them in the mail. That he had wanted all of us to come to the concert. Mom looked doubtful and she looked to me for the truth, so I gave it to her. I told her it was the truth. Keith had sent the tickets. I wasn't sure if she was mad or what, she just stood there for a long time, her lips set in a straight, thin line. Boy, was I ever nervous, but then Keith took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He wasn't through. He still had a trick or two up his sleeve.

Mom then took Ricky's hand in hers and thanked him for the tickets. She then said we had to go and called me to come along with them. Keith held tightly to my hand. 'Stay.' He whispered and I don't know why, but I obeyed.

Mom instantly turned when she noticed I wasn't following. She told me to come again, a little more impatiently this time, but Keith still held tightly to my hand and so I stay at his side. I don't know why, but standing there with him seemed to make me feel stronger.

Mom's voice took on a warning tone and she called me again. This is when Keith stepped in, asking her if perhaps he could take me for an ice cream and that he'd take me right home after that. Mom took one look at him and refused, calling me again.

But I stood my ground. The following conversation went closely to what follows:

D: (Pleadingly) But Mom, couldn't I just go with him and get an ice cream? We won't be gone more than an hour, I promise.
M: No.
R: I want ice cream too, Mommy.
M: (Looks down at Ricky) Not tonight, honey. (Looks to me) Come on, Donna. Let's go home.
D: (Suddenly) No.

Okay, I don't know if I went crazy right then or what, but I said it. I actually said no to my mother. She looked shocked. I can understand why. Me standing up against her? Up until then, it was unheard of.

M: (Shocked) What?
D: I said no, Mom. This has gone on long enough…

I looked to Keith and he gave me a reassuring smile as if cheering me on. I don't know if he had even anticipated my involvement, but right then something welled up inside of me and I knew I had to get through to my mother. There was no way I was going to lose this battle. Keith was someone I wanted to fight for.

D: Mom, you don't understand. You haven't understood this from the beginning. I know that Dad really hurt you and that's the reason you're against everybody in show business, but I think it's unfair of you to judge people just because they're entertainers.

I wished for somebody else to cut in and say something, but nothing happened, so I continued.

D: I want to go to ice cream with Keith. Can't you let me do something I want to do, just this once?
M: But Donna, have you learned nothing? What about what I said Friday night?
D: Mom, you're missing the whole point here! You're being unfair! You've been so caught up in what you think is right and wrong that you haven't even considered Ricky and my feelings. You pulled us from our familiar surroundings and planted us here in San Pueblo, friendless, and then when we finally made friends, you forbid us to see them. Don't you think that's a little unfair?

I really had no idea where all these words were coming from, but something tells me that it was only my heart talking. It was true. The move had been wearing on all of us, more then we probably even thought and Mom's negative perspective on the Partridge Family had only made it worse. I still can't understand why I didn't think of that before.

Anyhow, after I was done with my 'fairness' speech, the room went quiet. Mom looked from me to Keith and it is here I think she finally realized that he had been holding my hand. Her eyes narrowed and I almost anticipated her to say to Keith, 'What have you done to my daughter?' But then, her expression softened and Ricky tugged at her skirt.

R: She's right Mom. Why can't I play with Chris and Tracy anymore? Did I do something wrong?

And it is here all her anger diminished and she crouched down to hug my darling little brother. I'll have to hand it to him. He really knows how to make Mom melt.

M: No, of course not, Ricky. You did nothing wrong. Nothing at all.
R: Then why can't I play with Chris and Tracy anymore?
M: You can, uh…

She looked up at Keith and I and then back at Ricky. She straightened, picking him up and holding him in her arms. She then looked back to Keith and I and studied us for a long while. I felt uncomfortable but Keith squeezed my hand again, reminding me that he was on my side. I almost anticipated a war. My future, I was sure, was totally dependant on the events of the next few minutes. I waited silently, not sure if I should say something more or to keep quiet. Quietness seemed safer, but still, I was unsure. But then Mom spoke, sparing us all:

M: Alright. (She looked to Keith) You can take her out for ice cream. But I want her back by eleven, understand?

Her tone was sharp as if this were a one-time thing. But even so, Keith and I both weren't going to miss it.

K: (Nods vigorously) You've got it! (Smiles largely) Wait here, Donna. I'll just be a second. I've got to tell Mom where we're headed and grab my coat.

Once Keith left, I felt so vulnerable standing in front of my mother like that. Her face was blank at first and we stood looking at each other for a very long while. I wasn't sure if I should say anything of not. She was letting me go out with Keith, I guess a thank you was in order, but I didn't feel like thanking her. I just stood there, waiting for someone else to make a move. Ricky spoke up:

R: Keith's real nice, isn't he Mom?"

I couldn't believe it! His question caught both Mom and I off guard, but bless his soul, he seemed to have said the magic words. Mom finally seemed to be seeing the light. She looked at Ricky and an almost smile came to her lips.

M: You're right, Ricky, he is a very nice boy. (She paused, bit her lower lip and then looked back to me) Donna's very lucky to have him.

To say the very least, I was touched, awed, overjoyed. It's no wonder I suddenly exclaimed 'Oh, Mom!' and threw my arms around her in a tearful hug of happiness. She liked Keith! She actually liked Keith! She said he was nice! She was finally seeing things differently! I couldn't believe it! I was so happy I felt as if I may just burst. Mother hugged me back the best she could, seeing as she still held Ricky. Right there and then I decided that I was going to buy that kid the largest lollypop I could find. He deserved at least that if not more. As much as I hated to admit it, Ricky had saved us all. He has this strange way of making someone realize when he or she is wrong. How blessed I am to have him as my little brother! Actually, my whole relationship with Keith I really owe to him.

Keith soon returned and I waved quickly to Mom and Ricky promising her again that I'd be home by eleven. I rode with the rest of the Partridge clan to the ice cream shop where they dropped Keith and I off before heading the final mile back home. Keith and I decided we'd walk back after our late-night snack, so the realization of being left somewhere without a vehicle didn't worry us a bit. We were too happy to worry anyways. We settled down in a booth in the back corner of the joint and each ordered a sundae (strawberry for me and butterscotch for him).

After the waitress left, Keith turned to me and grabbed my hand again squeezing it affectionately. He didn't say anything, and he didn't have to, I knew exactly what he was thinking. We did it. And even better than that is that I knew for sure we had.

He asked me suddenly what I was doing Friday night and I was happy to say that I was free. He then asked me if I thought Mom would mind if he took me to a movie and I felt so relieved to be able to say I was sure she wouldn't. That was that, and it was a date.

Our sundaes soon arrived and we ate in silence. Nether of us felt the need to say anything; we were just enjoying each other's company. At least, that's the way I saw it, which sounds funny coming from me, looking back at my first date with Keith where I felt it was awful that we ran out of things to talk about so quickly. Now, I don't care a bit if we talk or not. Just being there with Keith was all that mattered and it is here that I finally decided that I was, for a fact, in love with Keith Partridge. No more was it just a silly girlish crush, I genuinely knew that I loved him and I was sure he returned the favor.

After we were finished, Keith paid and we headed back home walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk. He walked me to my door and I bid him goodnight, a farewell he instantly returned, sealing it all with a kiss. Can you believe it? My very first kiss! He had finally kissed me, right there and then on my doorstep! I was floating on air. I just couldn't believe it and I am still in disbelief as I sit here writing about it now. How wonderful tonight was! I wish I could re-live it over and over again, but then again, now I have more and more dates with Keith to look forward to. Is that great or what?

Some things are worth waiting for, but as of now, I still can't wait until Friday.

Contentedly (or as contentedly as possible),


P.S. Maybe I'll start to write poems in here again. After all, now I'll have subject matter. Who knows? But one thing's for certain, if any make their way into Keith's hands, they won't ever be signed 'anonymous'. Let me just brush up on my rhyming first. Oh man! Won't I ever have a story to tell Candice and Karri!

Author's Note:

Thank you to everyone who has read. I hope you liked it and keep posted for more Partridge Family fan fiction coming soon. Thanks again!