One Last Dance

Prologue

"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew." ~Shakespeare

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I was just sitting there. Utterly and completely bored. All of my friends were dancing with each other but I decided not to join them. It's not because I can't dance but because I'm exhasuted. I've been busy all day long setting up this Prom. I dont know why I volunteered. I think the idea of prom is great but its never carried out right. I also don't like it because I never get a date. A couple of girls asked me but i declined because they were just desperate. Sorry i'm not accpeting your petty offers because I was your last option and you don't want to show up to prom alone. Not my problem.

I know this is not a good way to make friends and to be happy and not be bored but what can I say? I just slumped in my chair with my left elbow on the back of my seat. I was sitting sideways so I could see the dance floor without craning my neck. A pretty good pump up song was on. I could never tell you the name of it though because I find this music kind of revolting.

I should probably tell you why I'm being such a grinch. My suit is tight, my hat is making me sweat and my friends think im a very peacful and nice guy. Wow, they couldn't be more wrong. I just don't show any other emotion besides happy when im around them. Well anyway, that's me. I'm that nice guy in the school. Everyone comes to me for advice whether it be homework, a fashion fiasco, or a relationship crisis. People who have never even met me talk to me because I look approachable I guess. It's definitely not because i'm attractive. I think I'm an average Joe. I do not have muscles and a defined jaw line. I'm fit and can make sixteen chins. If that's not average then please give me the definition.

Watching everyone dance started to get depressing so I turned in my chair so I was facing the table. I pulled out my phone from my vest pocket and started to scroll through twitter. That wasn't as satisfying as I wanted it to be. All I saw was tweets about prom and the pictures. Why would any senior feel the need to tweet about what every other senior and some juniors are at? No one cares because we're all here. In the same gym. At the same time. Experiencing the same things. I just dont understand people.

I got this indescribable, funny feeling. I turned back in the chair and looked up from my phone. Standing a few yards away from me in the croud was the most angelic, and beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. She had blonde curly hair and fair skin. She started walking towards me and I could just feel the tips of my ears turn red and my heart thudding in my chest. My eyes went as wide as saucers and my hands got damp.

"You look pretty bored sitting here by yourself." She reached out her hand. "Come dance with me."