Always and Forever

Dance With Me

When we arrive at the party, I realized that I had no idea who was throwing this party. I didn't recognize the area at all, but Luke seemed to know it like the back of his hand. His perfect hands. I followed him into the house as he greeted people I had only seen before. They were all kinda staring at us. I just smiled timidly and kept following luke deeper into the crowd. We arrive at the kitchen, and I am handed a red cup by a girl with black hair and blue eyeshadow. She looked pretty cool. I smiled and thanked her but quickly looked back to see that Luke was already occupied with the red-haired girl sitting on the counter.

"You should probably go get your boyfriend away from that girl," she said to me over the loud music. Boyfriend?

"He's not my boyfriend, just a friend." I tried to explain while I took a sip from the cup and remembered I had no idea what was in it. "What is this?" motioning toward the cup.

"White Claw. You haven't tried it before?"

"No, I don't really drink. What's your name?"

"Gia, You?"

"Margret, It's nice to meet you" It was nice to meet her. She was stunning, like one of the most beautiful girls I have met. Her hair was short and straight, and her winged eyeliner was perfect. Gia was so unique and exciting. I wanted to know more about her.

" Wanna go outside and talk?" she asked so casually; Gia reminded of Luke by the way she just seemed like she didn't care about what other people.

We wandered to the almost empty backyard. It was a warm out, and the sun had just gone down. The types of nights that happen at the end of august have always been my favorite. They remind me of the summer nights when Luke and I would camp out in his backyard. I missed those nights a lot when he was gone. Summer never felt the same after he left.

Gia sat on one of the porch steps, and I joined her. She looked up and the stars for a minute then spoke. "Tell me about yourself, Margret."

"Well," responding slowly. I hate when people ask me this. " Uh, I'm a senior at Garden Grove High. I'm in the choir there, my favorite artist is BROCKHAMPTON. I don't know, I'm not very interesting." Why am I like this?

"No, you are not!" Gia nudged me and continues, "boring people do not listen to BROCKHAMPTON, and I think your clothes are cool. I actually am going to Standford next fall. Are you?"

"No, haha, I haven't even finished my application yet. I want to go to the University of Washington. This was my dad's. He went there." I am finally starting to relax, and this white claw is definitely helping. I felt relaxed and almost free.

Gia and I talked about almost everything. I told her about how I want to study music therapy, and she spoke to me about the art she does. We really clicked; talking with her felt easy and fun. I looked back up at the sky, and she scooted closer to me, our legs touched. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. Were we flirting? I have never been in this situation before.

"Tell me about the stars," she said, and I started to tell her about the constellations above us. We are definitely flirting. When I had finished talking about the milky way, I looked back at her. She was already looking at me. Our faces were inches apart, she leaned in closer, but I didn't move. Time froze for a second while I realized she was about to kiss me. Just as our lips were about to touch, I jumped up.

"I need to refill my drink," I said and practically ran inside. My head was rushing from the nerves I felt, but it could also be the alcohol. When I found my way back to the kitchen, I saw a bottle and shot glasses sitting there ready to be used, so I poured myself one. "It's now or never," I said and quickly took the cup to my lips. It burned, but I liked the taste of it. Pouring myself another, I braced myself for the burn. It wasn't so bad the second time. The nerves from before slowly melted away as I put down the little cup.