Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~11~

We walked back to Huck's place and spent the rest of the afternoon laughing around a box of cheese pizza. Flynn and Huck had some pretty funny stories to tell about each other and I found myself laughing so hard I couldn't breathe multiple times. Huck was lounged out in a faded blue recliner and Flynn and I had taken the couch.

Somehow I had managed to snuggle up closer to Flynn. Don't ask me how, I didn't mean to I sweat. Okay, maybe I did but that's not the point. His hand was resting on my waist and my head was tucked under his chin. I could hear every breath he took and I hardly contributed anything to the conversation because I was too focused on that moment.

I couldn't believe I had doubted him. I don't know why I did. Was it really because I was scared? Or was I just a judgemental person who needed to learn how to trust people more?

Maybe it was because the whole situation reminded me of Brian. Yeah, I know I shouldn't compare Flynn to a past relationship gone wrong but how can I not? Brian and I started out like this. We met. We liked each other. It was fast. It was reckless. I was sixteen. He was eighteen. Yes. Careless. I know.

Brian was yet another fan of my sisters, big surprise no? But I caught his eye too. He asked me out after some basketball game and I loved the attention. I felt noticed for once and I craved it. Not two days later I found out he was in a serious relationship with a girl from another school from my sister. I thought she was just telling me because she was jealous, but it turns out she was right.

He was a jerk and I fell for his trap. Was it my fault the mention of a girl with Flynn reminded me of that? No, I don't think so.

"Ready to go?" Flynn murmured into my hair and I loved the way I could feel his breath move my hair slightly.

"Go where?" I asked, turning my head up to face him. His face was so closer to mine and out chins and cheeks brushed slightly in the process sending shivers down my spine from the tickle of the stubble along his jaw.

"The party! Remember?"

Right. The party.

Flynn somehow knew about a party in a town he had only been to once for the past five years. Somehow that party was always when he was here and somehow I was about to go to it. He told me I didn't have to wear anything fancy, but I decided to change the cutoff to a black tank top that left my back almost completely care except for a band where my bra was.

We drove not five minutes away and pulled up to the sight of a party going strong with lights flashing and speakers cranking out music into the woods. Teenagers were littered across the yard and were pouring out of the house. It was barely past seven and it seemed as if the party had been going for hours.

Flynn took my hand to guide me through the crowd towards where a live band was playing. He didn't seem to know anyone and nobody seemed to know him, but it didn't matter. We were all just there to have a good time.

The closer we got the more people were moving. They were doing dance moves I could never replicate but I wanted to try all the same. We were squeezed closer together and soon we couldn't push any further.

Flynn's eyes met mine and I was smiling just from the look. He seemed so alive and I felt so alive. He began to move to the beat, keeping his eyes on me, but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't dance. No way. That was something that cool people did and I was so not a cool person.

"Flynn...I don't dance," I shook my head at him.

"Oh come on! I know you can!" he encouraged, but I just felt awkward in the crowd of people. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

The song ended and there was a pause before guitars came roaring back and the lead singer sang, "Oh don't you dare look back, Just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, She said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, She said oh oh oh, Shut up and dance with me!"