Inhaling Angels

1 Dreams

The party was in full swing. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and having a good time.

Everyone except me.

I am not a social person. I never have been. I was merely standing in the corner watching everyone be everything I wish to be. There’s a wall that always prevents me from being the type of person that knows how to have fun. I am the kind of girl that keeps to herself. Despite all the psychologists since the incident, I have never been able to open up. I felt incredibly uncomfortable just by watching random girls dance provocatively and seeing all of the young couples share passionate kisses.

Usually I avoided places like this but since I decided to write a book I figured I needed to know what life was like before I went and wrote about it. The reality of it was that although it smelled like sweat and alcohol, nobody minded. Everyone was in a state of euphoria.  

I tried to convince myself to leave my corner and join the crowd but my legs wouldn’t move.

“Hey blondie, wanna dance?” The words were whispered in my ear by a low voice. I was ready to run away but then I saw his face.

It was the most perfect face I had ever seen. Magazines dedicated numerous pages to boys with faces like these. His light brown hair was just the right amount of messy. His eyes were a piercing blue color. His lips were thin but attractive somehow. His skin was free of any sort of imperfection. He had a strong jaw that made my knees bend. The only thing that could have been more perfect than his face was this boy’s body. He was tall and well structured. His muscles were defined underneath his shirt. Although this boy was perfect, my usual wall built back up right on time.

“No thank you.” I stammered.

The boy looked taken aback. Clearly nobody had ever rejected him before. I felt terrible. Who was I to crush this perfect boy’s ego?

“I mean okay...” I mumbled trying not to look directly into his eyes. I found that doing this was like staring directly into the sun. It left everything gooey and colorful, blinding you of everything else.

His face lit up and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the dance floor. I started getting tense. This was a terrible idea. What the hell was I thinking? I was perfectly happy in my corner by myself. This was not going to end well.

“What’s your name cutie?” The boy asked grinning moving from side to side to the beat of the music.

I didn’t mean to but I swooned at the sight of his smile. It took me awhile to recover. His face showed that he was used to this but I was still beyond embarrassed. I tried to copy his movement since I had never danced in my life.

“Adelie. Adelie Marshall.” I stuttered. See why I preferred the corners? I couldn’t even say my name without doing something dumb like stuttering.

“Cool name. My name is Craig Williams.” He said with a head-nod. He just had an aura of cool. I would never be able to pull that off. My whole aura gave off an awkward vibe.

“Nice meeting you Craig.” Great now I sounded like an ABC special on good manners.

“So tell me Adelie, what’s a cute thing like you doing standing in the corner?” He questioned with a sparkle in his eyes.

I blushed at his indirect compliment. Although boys always call me cute it was different coming from this perfect boy’s lips.

 Let me clear things up, though. They always call me cute, never hot, beautiful, or attractive. My cupid-like appearance keeps me from being raised up to that status. I have chubby cheeks sprinkled with freckles, wide brown eyes, a small upturned nose and pump pink lips. At that moment I had my blonde hair pushed back by a pink headband.