Smoke ~ a Goth Kids fanfiction

Midnight Waltz

"Ok who wants popcorn?" Henrietta burst into the living room, her arms full of tiny receptacles of popcorn. 

Pete raised his hand and flipped his hair, while Firkle wriggled in his seat and made grabby motions with his hands. 

They both received their snacks, and Henrietta turned to Michael and me, both snuggled together on a red loveseat.

"You guys make me sick!" She chuckled as she handed us a single bag with a wink.

We all settled into our places in the dim room, light emanating from the television, playing off of our frames. Henrietta clicked the play button on the remote, and the film began.

"So basically, this film is a slasher flick, but it's also making fun of slasher flicks... make sense?" Michael whispered into my ear.

"I know what 'Scream' is about, dummy!" I giggle in response. He grins as he looks at the TV.

Time passed quickly, being in his arms turned the clock into an ever quickening leviathan. At one point, I looked up into his brilliant eyes.

"Yes?" He inquired.

"Do you wanna get out of here... like, you know..." I breathe into his ear.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." He bit his black-painted lip and removed his arm that was keeping me prisoner. 

We rushed out to Henrietta's yard. The expanse was drenched in a crystalline moonlight that set the mood effortlessly. The tall goth stretched out his beautiful hand, beckoning me to take it. I obliged gladly as he swiftly pulled me into his chest, his other hand slowly sliding down to my waist. I placed my hand on his shoulder as we began to step to the side and back; as a sort of inexperienced ballroom dance. 

Michael began to expertly twirl me around, I watched his face, the angular shadows intensified by the inky night.

"I never knew you were such a good dancer!" I remarked as he lassoed me towards his chest again.

"It's actually quite a funny story, how I learned to dance." He looked beyond my eyes, as he was reminiscing.

We continued to sway, waltzing to the cacophony that reverberated in our hearts, moving to the rhythm of our foolish yet unbreakable bond. There was no music, no notes to cling to, but we didn't need such silly things. We had each other, and that was enough to last one thousand lifetimes. Black contrasted with black, Michael couldn't fade into the background of the ebony sky. The moon crowned his head like a halo, as he stood confidently against the velvety backdrop. Time seemed to stop, the gears that turned melted away in the minute. The gorgeous gothic man that I had to call my own tilted my chin up with his long fingers, I gazed into his complicated eyes, brimming with diamonds. Euphoric was that when kissed, locked lips yet open hearts. The key was to be hidden away in this moment. Our danse macabre would never come to an end. We would be here, souls forever entwined with infatuation, swimming in the dark ocean that was the night.