Little Miss not so perfect

Feelings

"um, so your saying Charlotte couldn't come tonight and we could hang out together?" I ask still nervous.

"yeah, didn't you say you aren't expecting anyone tonight?" he asks

"oh no, alright." I say back, taking his hand he offered me to dance with. I send one of my neatest smiles his way. After all how could I decline a dance with Seth Weathers. He pulls me close to his chest and holds one of his arms around my waist for support. I, not so sure about this, rest my hands on his shoulders.

"you put your hands around my neck." he says, being romantic.

I bite my bottom lip smiling. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we slowly move together. I feel so small compared to him, he used to be about the same size as me in grade six and seven, but now he has grown taller and muscular.

"so, tell me about yourself." he says looking directly at me. I suddenly feel burning hot, almost like I've caught a fever. I feel butterflies explode in my stomach. I'm nervous.

"uhhh, I like boys like you, and I love hanging with my friends." I reply not daring to give eye contact.

"that's funny, I like girls like you too." he says making me more nervous, so nervous I can feel sweat growing on my forehead. "so, you happy you've got someone to dance with and aren't alone over there."

"yes!" I say. "more than happy, great full, also cause its you." I say trying to please him.

"you don't need to please me brook," he says looking into my eyes. "be yourself, there's no body better than yourself." he replies.

Oh no why does he have to be so attractive, he's making me melt here. He looks deep into my eyes and so do I, but I see more than an attractive, funny guy, I see sudden care, sudden care for someone-me. He takes my face in his large hands and searches my eyes, probably making sure I'm feeling the same as him right now, I harden my grip around his neck showing that I do feel the same way for him, always have. His cute, perfect shaped lips, part and his perfect, tanned face, is drawn towards mine. I look into those heart melting, caramel eyes of his and pull my head closer to his and know its coming.

Our lips touch each others. His lips are extremely soft and perfect, not too dry or wet, just perfect. Our noses fit together, almost like they were made for each other. I close my eyes letting my lips do all the work and then we both pull away. I just snap back to reality and realise I have just kissed, Seth. It seemed so long but really it was only a kiss, my first real kiss. I stare into his eyes, he does the same to me. All the kisses I had ever received, were practically make outs rather than kisses.

"wanna go sit on the bench out side." he asks parting our gaze.

"yer, sure." I say stunned by what just happened.

We walk outside onto the slightly wet grass and look ahead of us. Wow. There is a little bench, under a small shelter, with roses twined through it. My mom really does have some taste at picking places for special occasions.

"oh, I forgot to mention, that dress your wearing it really suits you." he says running his hand along the small diamonds along the top part of the dress.

"oh, ya....thanx. It's my moms formal dress she wore to her formal."I say looking down at the cream coloured dress that lands at my ankles.

"your moms the principle right?" he asks.

"yeeaah." I say slowly.

"so how is it? Your mom being the principle?" he asks.

"let's not talk about that right now, I'll fill you in on that info another time." I say heavy rain suddenly pouring down on us. I get the urge to kiss him right now but can't cause he is already on the job. I try keep up with him but he's too fast so I slow down, I'm sick of those heavy make outs that Callum performed. Ugh yuck, it was gross. Why the hell am I thinking of an ugly bastard when I'm in a perfect moment with the complete opposite guy, well at least I think he is.

We stop kissing and just stare at each other for a while.

"h-hey guys, um photos are getting taken." I turn to see Stacey blushing, probably cause she thought she interrupted us.