A Poignant Fallacy

Chapter 65- Chasing You

He looks to me straight in the eyes offering his hand out.

Of course I said yes. I've never danced with a boy besides my brothers.

I slapped my hand in his and we ran through the woods together. I giggled as he kept telling me I was so slow. He dragged me by the hand as I was chasing after him.

For a while I heard nothing but his breath and the leaves and sticks crunching underneath our feet. It was a peaceful happiness and contentment I felt. I could live in this moment forever.

However, my 4'8 body could not. Once we reach my freshly manicured lawn I pull on his hand out of breath.

"Can't...run...anymore." I say begging him to stay put.

He looks at me over his shoulder with a smirk and turns around to look at me.

"Probably smart we don't draw too much attention to you." He scoffs and then winks at me.

He lets go of my hand and we walk over to the speaker to queue a good song.

"Do you like Morgan Wallen?" He says glancing over at me.

"Love him." I say smiling.

I got a Morgan Wallen boy! Hopefully he's not the jackass kind like Beau is.

"Alright, whatever you say Etta. Let's go." He says taking my hand again and leading us to the light up dance floor that was placed on our backyard earlier.

Why did he call me Etta? He knows that's not my name. Is this all a prank to humiliate me? I don't know if I can recover.

As we walk over I talk into his ear, "You don't have to remind me that I lied to you I already feel really bad."

We arrive in a spot on the floor while other adults casually dance. He doesn't say anything as he looks deeply into my eyes and guides one of my hands to his shoulder.

"Can I put my hand here?" He motions to my waist.

I nod, wondering when he's going to answer my question.

Our free hands meet each other and we interlock fingers. I've been to a million daddy-daughter dances, danced with my brothers at weddings, but this position has never felt so magical as it does right now.

Chasin' You by Morgan Wallen starts to play. Nothing that would draw attention to the dance floor considering country music played all night. We should be good.

Come to think of it, what are my parents going to say about this? Or better yet, what are they going to do?

"I thought you said it was a nickname. I like it."He shrugs.

I liked it too. I give him a soft smile in return, clearly showing my nerves.

He starts to sway us back and forth and we do a box step for a couple moments.

I smile, laughing at my inner thoughts.

"What are you smiling about?" He says looking down at me, smiling back.

"I'm just wondering if you actually know how to dance."

His face lights up with shock and he acts offended, "How dare you insult my honor. I gave blood, sweat and tears to that cotillion ball."

And he spins me twice quickly which somewhat causes me to stumble and I laugh loudly.

I look back up at him smiling with all of my teeth showing as the chorus starts to play.