The sound was deafening. It was dark with tiny hints of lights popping out synchronizing with the music.
I am not a party person. My "close friend" was not a party goer as well, he did not like the smell of the club. He did not like the music. And lets add that he's a terrible dancer.
But now, I am here. In the middle of the dance floor, dancing my pain away. Jumping to the sound of music.
He doesn't like everything I am doing now, but I hate him. So were even.
A familiar song is playing.
"I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.
I don't care, I love it.
I don't care!"
I'm jumping to it, singing.
I am enjoying this. I turn around and found a guy singing the song as well, jumping like a we were in a rock concert.
I JUMP. JUMP. JUMP.
after the song, we laughed so hard.
We gave each other a high five.
SURPRISE. I found my dance partner.
After 6 straight songs, we were dancing and singing. We have decided to give it a break.
We sat on the bar, and I ordered my favorite drink.
"Bailey's please." We ordered in unison.
We both laughed.
We got our drinks, and clink our glasses.
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Just friends
Romanzi rosa / ChickLitThis story is about a girl who wanted to understand were does the line of being a friend to more than friend starts.
