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Slow Dance
By Reesa Mercy

 


Pardon me for saying, I was afraid she'd never give me the time of day. If love is a slow dance, I just hope for one chance.

We've been dating since the middle of junior year, but not openly. Not openly because our kind of relationship is frowned upon. Plus on top of that, I'm considered a freak. I'm the short, quiet kid with bleach blonde hair that sits alone because I'm always being picked on. He, on the other hand, is gorgeous. He's the star of the football team and the school's most popular boy. He isn't just that, though. On top of all that, he's extremely intelligent.

Let me tell you, I was shocked the day he first asked me out. I was sitting alone in the park, and he just walked up and sat down next to me. At first, I was afraid that he would start to beat me up. I had been secretly pining over him since the first day of freshman year and I never thought in a million years that he would pay any attention to me. I was stunned into saying yes when he asked me out right before he left the park that night.

I hope time could stop, it's hard for me to breathe. She's really walking over here to me. What should I say? What should I do?

Tonight was the same as any other night of a school held function. It was prom and he invited me, but we couldn't come together. Nobody knew that he felt the way he did and we had agreed that it would be better that way. I was standing by myself in a dark corner of the gym. Everyone else was huddled around the makeshift stage where the principle was announcing the winners for prom king and queen.

He, of course, was voted prom king. His date, Jade, was voted prom queen. There was no shock there. Both of them were gorgeous and they were the most popular kids in the school. Of course Jade was nothing like him. She was a complete bitch and one of my biggest tormentors. The principle announced that the king and queen dance was about to commence and the rest of the seniors cleared a giant circle on the dance floor for him and Jade.

I put my head down, not wanting to watch him dance with that bitch. The entire room gasped, and I looked up to see what was so shocking to my fellow students. Walking through the circle of students and towards me was him. He stopped in front of me and bowed, holding out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Johnny?” he asked me.

I looked at him, mouth open slightly in disbelief.

“Brian, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Asking my boyfriend for a dance at our prom,” he replied.

I placed my hand in his, still in shock. Brian's hand closed comfortingly around mine and he led me to the center of the dance floor. A slow song started playing and Brian wrapped my arms around his neck before placing his hands on my waist.

This is not my strongest point that she knows. She pardons me for stepping on her toes. I heard she's a pageant queen. So what's she doing dancing with me?

Everyone's eyes were on us, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was dancing with my boyfriend, at prom! It was like the rest of the world didn't even exist. Brian knew that I was a horrible dancer, so he only had us sway in the center of the dance floor. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. He kissed the back of my head and I heard another collective gasp from the on-lookers.

“Brian, what about your friends?” I whispered.

“What about them? if they're really my friends, then who I love shouldn't matter to them,” he whispered back.

I hope time could stop, it's hard for me to breathe. She's really falling in love with me. What should I say? What should I do?

I sucked in a deep breath. Did he just say that he loved me? Brian Elwin Haner Junior loves me?

“Y-You l-love me?” I stuttered.

“Yes, I love you. I'm just sorry that it took this long for me to figure that out,” Brian said.

I raised me head and looked into his dark, chocolate colored eyes. “I love you, too,” I said.

Brian took one of his hands off of my waist and placed it under my chin as he lowered his head. my eyes drifted shut as our lips met.

Don't let this end now. Slow this dance down. I could stay here all night. Forever. Forever. Dance with me forever.

It was the first time that he ever kissed me in public. But it was the first time he ever kissed me like that. There was so much desperation in his kiss. I could feel everything through his lips that he was feeling. I didn't ever want the kiss to end. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. The passion, love, lust and need. It all came through his lips.

I heard the principle, still standing on the stage, clear his throat into the microphone. Brian and I separated and looked at him, our swaying never stopping.

“Mr. Haner, Mr. Seward, what do you two think you are doing? This kind of display is not allowed here,” the principle said.

“Oh, but Jade's display is?” Brian asked, pointing at Jade and her make out buddy, who was on top of her on the floor. “Her display isn't hurting anybody and neither is ours. Discrimination is highly frowned upon in this country, Mr. Campbell,” Brian said.

Brian turned back to me just as the song was ending. Another slow song started, and other coupled started trickling onto the dance floor. Brian and I continued swaying like there hadn't been any interruption to our dance.

Teach me every step, every dip and every turn. Your arms around my neck, you make me want to learn. I'm only getting better.

I looked around at the crowded dance floor. There were couples dancing everywhere around us. There were even a few other same-sex couples dancing. The only people who weren't dancing were Brian's group of friends. They were standing against the wall, looking very annoyed.

“Brian, they don't look very happy,” I said, pointing towards them.

“That's their problem,” he replied.

“What are you going to do on Monday?” I asked.

“I'm going to find new friends. They aren't worth it. But none of that matters. You want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I have you. I plan on being with you on Monday, and, hopefully, many more days to come,” he whispered in my ear.

I kissed him softly on the lips. He smiled his goofy little smile at me. that smile that melted my heart from the first day I ever saw it.

“I want to ask you something. I was going to wait until the summer to ask you, but I think now is the best time,” Brian said.

“Ask me what?” I asked.

“Well, you know how your old man is kicking you out once senior year is up?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I have a solution to your homelessness problem,” Brian whispered.

“What is it?” I whispered back.

“Do you want to move into my apartment with me?” he asked.

My answering smile nearly split my face in half.

“Seriously?” I asked excitedly.

“Seriously,” was his reply.

I kissed him before resting my head on his shoulder again. Brian shifted our dancing from just swaying into spinning in a small circle. He held me tightly against him as the song continued to play.

Don't let this end now. Slow this song down. I could stay here all night. Forever. Don't let this end now. Slow this song down. Don't let this end now. Don't let this end now. Slow dance. Slow dance.

 

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