I was not at all sure how this had happened. One second, it was normal, the next, more on the extraordinary side. I was punching Sam in the arm, same as the hundreds of punches from me that he has taken over the years that we've been friends, the only difference being that this time, I was in a prom dress instead of my usual jeans. The red skirt flowed down to my ankles, the crystals around my chest shined in the lights. I was the picture of elegance, but here I was, swinging back, prepared to punch him right on the bicep, my favored spot to punch Sam. Back to what happened though. My fist was inches from his tuxedo clad arm when his other arm seemed to show up out of nowwhere, his hand wrapped around my tiny fist, blocking my shot. He shot me his signature grin, causing me to let out a small giggle.
" What, you think you actually have a chance against me? Hah, please." He whispered the last part, which he had been doing since the beginning of the year before, it was one of his many endearing habits. I laughed and tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldnt let go. He yanked on my hand, somehow getting a grip around my wrist. I fell forwards, tripping over my heels, only to land with a hard thump against Sams chest. He had one arm around my waist, the other on my back. My palm was flat against his chest, my head resting next to it. I looked up, only to see his brown eyes were much closer to me than I had expected. We were stuck in this moment, his hand moving up and down soothingly on my back, me staring into his eyes. We had been best friends for the past 6 years and I usually knew what was going on with Sam just by looking at him. At that time, I had no idea what was going through his mind. He bent his head, our foreheads nearly touching now. I was breathing shallowly, so scared that he would take this further, half hoping that he would, incredibly and completly dreading what would happen if he did. He brushed our foreheads together, seemingly absent minded. He didnt do what I had expected, which is so like him that I should have expected it. He dipped his head lower and kissed just below my earlobe, before pulling back and grinning at me. I giggled nervously, ready to ask him why he had done that when he beat me to it.
" Leah, in case you're wondering why I did that, and I assume you are, it is simply because this is prom and while everyone is getting action, i decided to be an awesome person and take my best friend with me, so Im not really getting anything. I figured since you were there, I may as well take what I can get." He chuckled afterwards, leaving me incredibly confused.
" Uh, uhm, alright then. Your're such a weirdo Sam. Can we dance now? I only said yes when you asked me because you promised we could dance!" I pouted at him as much as my made up face would allow.
" Alright, alright. fine. One Dance, thats it." He grinned when he said it, letting me know he wasnt serious, and there would be many more dances to come as the night wore on. He grabbed my hand, practically dragging me out onto the dance floor. He wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, pulling me close until my head was resting on his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, snuggling up, knowing it meant nothing to him, but the world to me. Sam would never know how I felt about him. Like he could hear my thoughts, his grip tightened, which comforted me to no end.
" Love you Leah" He whispered quietly.
" Love you Sam" I whispered back. If only he knew how much those words meant to me, and how much I wished they meant to him.
