A/N: dedicated to @KynNoel for their voting on my story. They do some poetry too, so check them out! (This paragraph isn't about @KynNoel)
The words fell from his lips like dripping honey. His voice was soothing even when he had to shout to be heard over the music. The crowd pulsated and undulated around us but him and I were just standing still, talking. Eventually as the alcohol started to affect us we started to kiss and dance, but my favorite moment was when it felt like we were the only one's there and we were just talking like we always do and we didn't care what any of the tight-lipped snobby-nosed rich people thought of us and our conversation and our inexpensive jeans. It was just him and me when it should have been impossible.
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