The Boy A Life Away

The Last Dance: Part 3

I watched as Arin stepped out of the school bathroom, his hair still damp from his quick shower. He had changed into a crisp, black suit that hugged his lean frame in all the right places. He caught my eye and grinned mischievously before giving me a little twirl. I couldn't help but laugh as he stumbled slightly, his hand reaching out to steady himself on my arm. As he regained his balance, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat at the sight of him. Despite his playful demeanor, there was something about the way he looked at me that made my insides flutter with anticipation.

"Well, how do I look?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

I took a moment to appreciate the way the suit complemented his already handsome looks, the crisp lines and perfect fit accentuating his already impressive physique. "Amazing," I replied, unable to hide the admiration in my voice.

A smile spread across his face, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight. Watching him strut confidently in his suit, I felt lucky to have such a cute and adorable boyfriend. The both of us headed to the main hall, hand in hand, with no fear of the homophobia or the discrimination Arin or I might face, because I just didn't care anymore. I felt like I was on top of the world with Arin by my side, I felt like nothing could hurt me. But as we entered the grand hall, the colorful lights and thumping music hit us like a wave. Arin's hand gripped mine tightly, reassuring me of his presence. Despite my bravado earlier, I felt my stomach churn as I took in the sea of people in front of us. I tried to compose myself, but my nerves got the better of me.

Arin's eyes scanned my face, picking up on my anxiety. "Hey, are you doing alright?" he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the loud music.

"I- I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about. Really..." I said, mustering up a weak smile, trying to convince him but to be completely honest it was more for convincing myself

"We don't gave to stay here if it's too much for you." He reassured me, his hand caressing my cheek. "I'm already happy with the fact that you took me here already."

The only response I managed to give him was a slight nod before we headed to the venue to start dancing. The pulsing bass of the music throbbed in my chest as Arin and I danced, or rather, as I flailed about, my attempt at dancing looking like if I had a seizure while standing up. I couldn't keep up with the beat and my awkward movements drew amused glances from the other dancers. Arin chuckled at my attempts, but he didn't poke fun at me. Instead, he gently took my hands and showed me how to move my body in time with the music.

"Just sway with me, babe. Like this," he said, demonstrating a simple rhythm.

With his guidance, I slowly began to loosen up, swaying my body in time with the music. His hands on my waist and his warm breath on my neck made me forget all about the surrounding crowd, and I felt like we were the only two people in the room. But soon enough, my anxiety caught up with me, and my legs felt like lead. Arin must have sensed my discomfort, because he led me to a nearby chair and sat down next to me, holding my hand.

"Thanks for doing this for me. I really appreciate it." He said, with the cutest smile on his face. My heart just couldn't help but skip a beat. His happiness was everything to me and I couldn't help but feel grateful for having him in my life .

"I'm just flat you're enjoying yourself," I said, smiling back at him.

"I am, but I know you're not. You're uncomfortable here, aren't you?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

I looked around. The crowded room as I took the deep breath,"Yeah, it's a bit much for me, I just wish we could've gone someplace quieter and with less people..." I answered honestly.