Junior high kids standing across from each other on the dance floor. Everything moved in slow motion, she could feel the drop in her stomach and her mouth started sweating. She started to slow down, hesitating. He was walking towards her, right? Not the person behind her? She tried to casually look over her shoulder, but instantly knew it was not casual at all and probably looked super awkward. She kept walking, and so did he. After what felt like eventually they met, not in the middle of the floor. More stage left.
"Hi," he whispered.
She licked her lips. "Hi."
Awkward pause.
"Do you uh... wanna dance?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. The moment was loaded, it felt like the weight of it kept pressing in on her in waves. He smiled softly and nodded. She took a step forward and they both raised their arms.
"Uh," he said.
She giggled, stepping in closer, leaning in close enough that their bodies touched briefly, then took a step back and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think you're supposed to put them around my waist. At least that's what everybody else is doing," she said shrugging. He wrapped his arms around her waist, wishing he was brave enough to lean in to feel the warmth of her, but he panicked last minute and jerked back suddenly.
Her face registered confusion and he tried to cover the moment with laughter. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Thought I saw a fly." His brows furrowed as soon as the words came out of his mouth. A fly? What? Who would believe that? So dumb.
She smiled anyway, which surprised him and just nodded. They swayed sort of to the beat of the slow song and struggled to decide if they should talk. Or make eye contact. Her hands were sweating. So were his. He wondered if he could quietly wipe them on the back of her dress and if she would notice. Would it leave sweaty handprints? It was a white dress, maybe he shouldn't. This thought made him clasp his hands tighter so he wouldn't do this on accident. She looks so pretty, he thought. I don't want to mess that up.
You know what I'm still mad about? That M---- dumped me at the dance in junior high because a jealous girl lied to him and said I kissed C---- in the bathroom at my after dance party. *sobs* He found out the truth later though, so that was a relief hahaha.
He and I had a weird relationship... Junior high sweethearts, didn't talk to each other much for years, then we started hanging out in our 20's and he stepped on my glasses and had to buy me new ones (which I still have) then... all those other things. And now he's gone. That sucks man. I wrote him a letter when I was at Grandma's. i wonder if he got it?
aw man... I don't wanna be sad today.
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