what it was | √

eighth; friday i'm in love by the cure

It was finally prom night.

I was wearing a blue dress with a few sequins that went all the way down to my knees. My black hair was turned into a cascading wave of rich curls. I felt good, to be honest. Good, but not that confident for Luigi.

"You ready?" Rose and Mary asked as we locked each other's elbows together, walking to the entrance of the hotel the prom was held.

"Let's do this girls." I muttered under my breath as I handed the second CD to Mary, who quickly separated from us as soon as we sat on our table. She went to give it to the head waiter of the venue who she was going to beg to give the CD to Luigi and hopefully not spill who she is.

The night was... Well, whimsical, I suppose. Everyone was dancing and laughing and teachers were moving along to the live band that sounded pretty awesome. Rose and the others had dancing partners, except for me and Mary. Soon, Mary was pulled by a classmate of ours for a dance. And I found myself grinning at her, pushing her by the shoulders out to the dancefloor. But I soon stopped because Luigi emerged from the crowd, chuckling and smiling and looking so crisp and enchanting in his dark blue suit.

A bubble started forming inside my stomach and then the butterflies inside were doing somersaults and all I could think was that I gotta get used to this feeling.

"Hey, Luigi!" Mary's voice snapped me out of my stupor. I broke my gaze away from him when he looked at me, our heads then turning to Mary who was wiggling her eyebrows and soon disappeared into the dancefloor.

And then it happened.
The nights where I fantasized and dreamed about was coming true because Luigi, there he was, the Luigi I liked a lot, walking towards me with his eyes on mine, his hair tumbling up and down and I couldn't think about anything else.

"Care for a dance, m'lady?" He said to me, Vanessa Stan, as he raised his outstretched arm in front of my face. We smiled at each other and I wanted to scream at my head to stop looking so dazed and awestruck but I could not, because the next thing I knew, Luigi and I were walking towards the center of the dancefloor and I felt like any moment then I was going to pass out.

And then we were dancing, with his hand on my waist and my hands on his broad shoulders which I noticed weren't really skinny anymore, and his scent. Oh, his scent. It spelled of Luigi in a hundred million languages. It was him and only him. And no matter how much I wanted to lean my head on his shoulder and inhale every bit of him and every bit of that moment, I could not. So I leaned a little closer to him as Vanessa Carlton's A Thousand Miles started playing. The lyrics were more like a muffle in my ears because blood was rushing through my veins and I couldn't stop myself from smiling and blushing and looking at nothing but Luigi's face in front of me. But his eyes, oh his eyes were the one thing I couldn't look at straight.

"You're really pretty tonight, Vanessa."

What?

My head raised just a centimeter as he said that and my eyes widened as he leaned his mouth closer to my right ear and whispered a little louder again, because apparently I had asked what? out loud.
"I said, you look really pretty tonight, Vanessa Stan."
All I could remember was that and your husky voice and my knees shaking and my lips curling upwards into a wide smile, mouthing a soft thank you to you as I looked at you straight in your blue eyes for three seconds straight (my longest record).
And then the music changed and then you were pulling me by the arms and we were dancing our way towards my friends, and you were teasing Kate and I was laughing quite loud and it was just so magical and I never, ever wanted that night to end.

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I didn't know what love was. But slowly, I learned. And I learned that love is... well, it's indescribable.