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At The Dance.

He was sitting at the table all by himself. It was a slow song and everyone who wanted to dance, was dancing. I was dancing with Penelope and she was a god-awful dancer if she was one at all. Her hips were wide and her hair was so frizzy i couldn't see pass it. Simon was sitting at the table barely picking at the piece of strawberry whipped cream cake. He hadn't eaten much and i didn't judge cause everyone around him was mostly just eating. He hadn't touched his sandwich and his salad? Not a single leaf. I had eaten my salad but it was very boring with mostly just vegetables and little chunks of fruit. Simon had on a black suit and his leather wings were tucked into the back, tightly fitting but not revealing. His tail was out and swaying along to the music near his ankles. I told Penelope that i needed a minute to talk to Simon since after all, he was my boyfriend. I walked over to the table and held my hand out to Simon, he set his pale one into mine and i nodded at him as i gripped it gently and pulled him out of his chair. I walked him out to the dance floor and held his hand loosely in mine. His skin was soft and warm, almost like he had them over a fire for a while but shook them out so that they wouldn't be too hot. I was dancing with Penelope so my hands were a little warm but they would go cold the second i stopped holding hands. I set my other hand on the small of his back and started to turn him so that we were facing each other, eye to eye and noses almost touching. After he had gotten a good right hook on me a few years ago, he had broken my nose and i needed to hide in the catacombs under the school to stop all the blood and if i were to drink it, i would be throwing up for a long time. I held Simon at a good few inches away from myself and began to take a step back and forth, his feet were large and he would mess up every few steps. I had him put his hand on my shoulder and the other holding mine. We side stepped, got closer, got father and all out danced together. I had my hand firmly against his back and everytime he began to look down at our shoes, i would pull him closer. His curls would fly back a little then jump back into their place. I watched his eyes as he watched mine, his were light and alive. So alive its almost like he had sucked the life out of me and swallowed it all in one drink. Making me into the creature that i was. I stood there for a moment lost in my head just staring into this morons eyes and thinking about how i was already dead and he was so alive. His full lips, his light eyes, his strong arms and light pink cheeks. He always had rosey cheeks and he was almost always smiling at me, big dimples and smile lines. He had tried to dye his hair when we were third years and it was a light blue for a few months, it made his eyes somehow even brighter than they had been. I watched him for another second before yanking his body against mine and pressing my cool lips against his. He was good at kissing due to the fact of dating Penelope a few times, on and off again. But this was different, he was more hesitant than normal and i shook my head pulling it out of the kiss. He looked at my lips, my hooked nose and my deep eyes that were almost all black if it weren't for my parents light, sparkling hazel eyes. I had watched his eyes as he looked through my face and into my soul, i shook my head a little then kissed him again letting his hand drop and both of mine go to his back and the back of his neck. I was holding him against myself and i didn't want him to leave. I never wanted him to leave. His hands got tangled into my hair and i watched as people who were dancing turned and looked at us with curious eyes. I tried to pull my head back but instead, Simon held onto my hair and made me kiss him. I slowly started to push his back harder and his chest went against mine. His heart beating against my chest and mine against his, our eyes squeezed shut and our hair getting messed up after everything that we had gone through. By now, we had everyone's attention so i dipped Simon down and i watched as Penny walked to in front of us and yelled. She yelled at the people saying how being gay wasn't wrong and saying that yes, we were dating. I pulled my head back before catching Simon's lips again and nibbling onto his bottom lip, tugging on it and pulling it back like i was going to steal it to be mine. I opened my eyes and let go once i saw that his cheeks were brighter than before, his eyes were shining and his hair was now in knots. I'm in love with Simon Snow.