Turning Red ; Feeling Blue

Malia's POV: undeniable

I step out of the bathroom and into the pulsating club. No Jealously really lives up to its name. The atmosphere is electric, with upbeat music and flashing lights creating a vibrant tapestry of energy. The air is filled with the scent of delicious food, and the laughter and chatter of people enjoying themselves. Here, time seems to stand still, and worries melt away.

From a distance, I spot Kylie, her sparkly red dress catching the light with every move she makes. She is grooving to the music with Ruby, Morgan, and Grace, her body perfectly in sync with the beat. I can't help but be drawn to her, mesmerized by the way she moves so effortlessly, so smug. The way that dress hugs her body perfectly sends a shiver through me. It is like she is the center of the universe, and everything else revolves around her.

As I get closer, I can see the joy radiating from her face, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The way she laughs and interacts with our friends makes it clear she is having the time of her life. The crowd seems to part for her as if they are too captivated by her presence. It's impossible not to be.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should interrupt her fun. But the pull is too strong, and before I know it, I am standing right in front of her. She notices me and flashes a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. "Hey," she says, her voice warm and inviting. "Join us!" Without a second thought, I find myself dancing alongside her, lost in the music and the magic of the moment.

The music seems to fade into the background as I become more aware of her presence. Each smile she directs at me, each laugh we share, feels like a promise of something deeper. I watch as she twirls and laughs, her happiness infectious, and I know that this is where I belong. The connection between us is undeniable, and for the first time, I'm not afraid to embrace it. As the night goes on, I find myself with the realization that Kylie is the one I want to love.

Kylie spins around, her eyes meeting mine, and she flashes me a radiant smile. It is as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking, and in that instant, everything feels right. I move closer, our bodies aligning as we dance together. Her touch is gentle yet exhilarating, sending chills down my spine. The world around us blurs, and all I can focus on is her—her entirely.

We continue to dance the night away, lost in the music and each other's company. Everything fades into the background, and all that matters is the here and now. With every smile, laugh, and shared glance, I feel my love for Kylie grow stronger. Tonight is unforgettable, not just for the fun and the memories, but for the realization of what is right in front of me.

As the night progresses, we take breaks to catch our breath and sip on refreshing but non-alcoholic drinks. The conversations flow effortlessly, filled with jokes, stories, and great company. We stare at each other, her eyes never leaving mine, and I feel an overwhelming sense of connection. I never thought I would end up in a club like this, but I'm grateful to enjoy the night with Kylie.

The hours go by, and before we know it, the club is beginning to wind down. Although our energy remains high, fueled by the joy of the night. We gather in a circle, our arms around each other, swaying to the final song. It is a slow, melodic tune that perfectly captures the emotions of the evening. I look around at my friends, my heart swelling with appreciation and love.

At this moment, I know that this night is one to remember. It isn't just about the dancing, the music, or the vibrant atmosphere. It is about the bonds we had forged, the laughter we had shared, and the realization that I had found my person in Kylie. As the last notes of the song fade away, I hold her close, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of our own. I can feel her heartbeat against mine, a steady rhythm that mirrors the calmness I feel inside. The warmth of her embrace is comforting, a silent affirmation of everything we had shared tonight. Looking into her eyes, I see a reflection of my own feelings—hope, joy, and a sense of belonging. We don't need words to communicate when the silence is loud.