Out Of The Ballpark

Chapter 6

​On Saturday, our school held a winter formal dance. Which I did attend because I had nothing else to do. Gabii and Skie offered to help me dance, but I refused. I wanted my friends to have fun, not worry about me. A few boys came up and asked me to dance, but I didn't want to end up making a fool out of myself. When it came to the time for the last dance, the last person I ever expected came to me and asked me to dance. Peter Jacobsin. The new boy from the lacrosse team. Of course I said yes, I mean who could resist that. From far away he wasn't all that cute, but up close, he was gorgeous! Those baby blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a perfect smile! He was, well, perfect! As we reached the dance floor, I had noticed we were the only ones out. I couldn't do this, all the 8th grade was watching! But Peter grabbed my hand, and we danced. Slowly, and carefully for a full 4 minutes. After the dance was over, Peter could not let go, and neither could I. I knew then and there he was the one for me.

​Jill's mom had offered to drive me home, but I had decided to walk with Peter, because he lives six doors down from me. As we walked and talked, I learned many more things about him. Peter was not only on the lacrosse team, but he also played football, and basketball. He was in honors classes, and on the math team with my brother. His little sisters, Daisy and Bea, were Ricky's age, but in the 4th and 5th grade. And as a matter of fact, Daniel and Sammy were Peter's brothers, and they were triplets! I told Peter a little about myself to. How my dad left, how I injured my leg, how I wanted to play lacrosse. I also told him about Lila. While I was telling Lila's story, we both cried a little. Then we had reached my house. A small red brick house. Probably a third the size of Peters family house. But I loved being home. As we walked up to my door, Peter turned towards me and thanked me.

"thanks Dana. For tonight. When I asked you to dance, I thought you would say no like you did to the other guys."

"well thanks for asking me to dance. I never would have gotten up if you didn't."

"yeah I was a little worried that you weren't moving!"

"hahaha! I can understand that."

​Then I gave Peter a hug that had to last at least two full minutes. I like the feeling of it. Being in his arms. I felt safe, secure, and loved. Then before we let go, he kissed my forehead. It surprised me, but I did love it. We said our goodbyes, and off we went in our separate ways.