Your Crush Imagines

Chapter 3 Dance

"You should go!" your friend tries to convince you to go to the school dance.

"I dont know.." you say, a nervous tugging in your gut. "Is he going?"

"You mean Y/C/N?" Y/BFF says, fairly loud. You give her a "im gonna kill you if you dont shut up" look, and she laughs. "I dont know, you want me to ask his friend?"

"No," you say, because she would just make it way too awkward. Besides, you have to do this yourself. Piece of cake, right?

Uhggg I cant do this! your mind screams as you sit in history class, leg drumming nervously on the floor. You're still thinking about asking if he's going, because that's the only way you'll go. It's gonna take a lot more courage than you thought to ask. 

After history class, you watch him pick up his stuff, and he looks at you. This is your chance. The scared part of your mind that thinks he's going to reject you tries to take over and make you turn away. You can do it later. But the part of your mind that likes him too much to give up makes it's move.

"Hey, Y/C/N, you going to the dance?" you ask, lips trembling. You twist your hands behind your back, hating yourself for sounding so desperate.

"Ya, are you?" Y/C asks, and your heart jumps in your throat. You're speechless for a few seconds, so you just swallow your saliva and nod. "Wanna..go with me?" 

You find yourself grinning so wide that Y/C smiles, and nudges you on the way out. "Pick you up at 5?"

You think of your parents, and what they would say so nod no really fast. "I'll meet you there?" 

Y/C/N grimaces, and then you see him blush. "Here, can I get your number?"

He finally asked!!!! he asked omg omg what will I do??  Your mind screams, and you look at him lightly, so happy you could burst into tears. You say your number a little softly, so he has to lean in to hear you as he makes your contact.

After exchanging numbers, you know you will need something amazing to wear to the dance. Your friend is waiting in the hallway for you, and when she demands to know how it went, you both squeal and she's so excited for you she takes you shopping for a dress.

You're in the prettiest dress you could ever imagine, and you look beautiful. Your friend helps you touch up your makeup, and by the time you get to the dance, you get a text from Y/C.

Hey :) Are you at the dance?

Your cheeks flush, and your friend gives you a knowing smile before heading over to get some punch.

Ya, I'm here. By the snack table. Come find me? 

You think your text is flirty, and your insides get all knotted up because you dont know what you will do once he finds you. You can't wait to dance with him.

Turn around and look to your left.

Confused, you turn around and look in the direction he indicated. You see your crush, hands in his pockets, wearing a nice shirt and some black pants. He smiles at you with his Y/C/E/C eyes, and your heart flutters.

He comes up to you. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey." you say.

"Dance with me?"

"Maybe." you say, teasing as he slowly puts his hands on your waist and you draw your arms around his neck. A slow song starts playing, and you think this must be something from a love story.

You look into eachothers eyes, hypnotized by the music. Everything blurs away, the music fades and it is just you and Y/C dancing to the soft beat of the song.

You dance together the whole night, drink punch and he puts his arm around you. You feel like you've never felt before; desirable, beautiful, incredible. But most importantly; he makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. 

When the dance finally does end, he pulls you close and whispers that you're beautiful.