The Odd Squad Ball (An Odd Squad Fanfiction)

Together

Otto looked out sullenly over the dance floor. It was so crowded he couldn't see where Olive was or who she was dancing with this time. She was probably dancing with Oren again, he thought bitterly.

With a surprised jerk, Otto sprang up and hastily brushed cookie crumbs off his jacket. Olive was not, in fact, dancing with Oren, but was making her way through the crowd towards, him. He noticed her cheeks were flushed and she seemed a bit worn out.

"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you more tonight." Olive apologized as she approached him, carefully avoiding eye contact.

"That's fine," Otto shrugged, "We've both been busy dancing." without each other, he added silently.

Olive nodded, still refusing to look up.

Otto took a deep breath. This might be the only chance he got, "Olive, do you..."

He was cut off by Miss O, who once again had silenced the assembly. In an excited voice she began the official New Year's Eve countdown, "Ten, Nine, Eight....

All he had to do was ask her. What was the worse that could happen? Tonight had already been a disaster anyway.

"Seven, Six, Five..."

There was only one more dance after this and then the party would be over. He just had to ask.

"Four, Three, Two..."

Come on. Do it!

"One! Happy New Year!"

Amidst the cheers, party horns, and confetti, Otto yelled the one question he had hesitated to ask her the entire night. "Olive, could you dance with me for the last song?"

At first Olive continued to stare at the ground and Otto feared she would refuse, but then he saw the smile that spread slowly over her face. She look directly at him and yelled over the uproar, "I'd love to!"

At that moment, the Meeps caged within the disco-ball decided that they had had enough and broke free of their circular prison. Otto finally understood what in the world Meeps were. They were tiny, brightly colored balls of fluff, with two pointed ears, tails, and a minute set of wings. They were also extremely fast.

The sight of this only distracted Otto for a moment, however, as he turned his gaze back to Olive. She looked so beautiful and gorgeous and adorable all at once. Her cheeks were dimpled and that rare smile of hers looked as if it would never leave her face again. As the music for the final song started, Otto smiled, took Olives hands in his own, and together, they began to dance.

Although tonight had gone far from perfectly, Otto had to admit, things really weren't so terrible after all. Sure the food had been great, and the music had been even better, but right now, dancing with Olive, nothing else could ever compare.

Surrounded by pleasant music, a celebratory atmosphere, and dim lighting with occasional flashes of bright color, Otto couldn't help himself. He leaned down, and shyly kissed Olive on the cheek.

She looked up at him, her face momentarily frozen with shock as if trying to register what had just happened, and then, she smiled. It was a smile that contained nothing but pure, contented, blissful joy. She looked so beautiful, it was all Otto could to do to keep himself from leaning down and kissing her again. Instead, he satisfied himself by simply grinning back at her.

Although this song would eventually end and they would leave to go their separate ways, he would see her tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. And no matter what lay ahead, whether it be good or bad, at least they would be together.

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Awww....(contented sigh)

Ok, I'm back; Yes, I know that music up top is not waltz music, but I couldn't resist. It's just the perfect song for Olive and Otto to dance to. Don't you think? 

Also, thanks to everyone who has read, voted, and commented on my story. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Olympia: They would have enjoyed the story way more if I had been in it.

Me: (sigh) Just let it go. I'm sorry for not including you, but this was an Olive and Otto story not an I-Love-Otis story.

Otis: What did you just say?

Me: I said that Olympia wanted to be in the story because she lov--

Olympia (blushing and cutting in): It doesn't matter what she said, or what I said, or what anybody just said. (nervous laughter) 

Otis: Ok...

Until next time! Never stop being awesome! ~Sara S