The Cure

The Ball:

Derek: 

My jaw hit the floor when I saw Gwen, that dress must've been tailor made because it moved with her, and hugged her curves in all the right places. It wasn't a ball gown but that whats made it so... her. It was short, down to her knees and it was draped over one of her shoulders and was burgundy. Her dark curly hair was wrapped into a bun and her full lips were bright red. I couldn't help but smile at how she looked. But it was strange seeing her this way. She wasn't herself but it felt nice to see her like this. "So... You guys ready?" I leaned casually against the door frame and gave Gwen a lopsided smile. I heard foot steps and saw two heads. One bright blonde and the other flaming orange. "Hey Macy. Hey Jess!" I called out to them and spun around. We had to get down to the ball fast.

   I ran down the spiral staircase and looked back to find Gwen walk shakily down the steps. "Oh god." I tried to contain my laughter before I jokingly said, "Who would've thought that the Gwen Lisette, the squad leader, Mrs. Tough would have trouble walking in heels?" I smirked at her angry face. Her face contorted and my eyes widened, "I'm so gonna get it now."  She hopped on one foot and tore her high heel off. "Uh oh." I scrambled down the steps and lept off at the bottom. I turned back around and she brought her arm up and letting her shoe fly, letting it hit me in my arm. "Ow!! I was just kidding!!" She came up to me with her beautiful face scrunched up and swung her fist at me. "Ow!!" I rubbed my arm and looked down at her accusingly. She just giggled at my face and as much as I didn't like her at the moment, I still loved her. Their's no way I could deny it. It felt that reality was better than my dreams. She made me feel strong and weak all at the same time. Torn and whole. The effect that she had on me was enough to bring me to my knees. My lopsided grin grew on my face and I felt the familiar stirring in my gut again. Sending a chill down my spine. Her eyes showed that emotion again. I was starting to like it, I still had no idea what it meant. 

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   "Can I have this dance m'lady?" I bended down exaggeratedly until I heard her familiar giggle. I looked up with a girl and watched her pink lips move as she said, "Of course my fine gentleman!" with a horrible British accent. I laughed anyways and dragged her onto the dance floor. People were milling around everywhere, laughing, dancing and eating. As soon as we stepped onto the floor a slow song started to play, and everyone danced along. The music was slow and drawed everyone closer. I looked around and my eyes landed on Gwen looking down at the floor because apparently her shoes were the most interesting thing in the world. "So... Do you know how to dance?"  I said cautiously. I tilted my head to the side and saw her cheeks redden in embarrassment. "Um... No... I've never slow danced in my life." I gaped at her my mouth open wide. She was absolutely gorgeous someone must've asked her to dance before. "Well its a good thing I'm an expert then. Just put one of your hands here," I guided her right hand slowly to my neck and I felt her cold, clammy hands settle on it. I let a shiver run through my body. "Focus on the task at hand. Not on how good that felt." I shook my head, clearing it of its thoughts. "And the other when out stretched." I held her hand out to her sides and slid my warm, large hand into her small, cold one. I had been dreaming about dancing with Gwen for 7 years. I'd loved her since I was 10 and first met her. We were young and it started out as a small crush but ever since then it grew and that stirring in my stomach only grew stronger. I wrapped my hand shakily around her waist and pulled her closer to me. I felt her jump and my usually teasing smile was back on my face.  "Just..." It wasn't easy for me to explain how to dance, especially with her adorable waiting and anticipating me to help her. "Follow my movements."