Rained Out (Kris Bryant)

9

When Margret entered the room, she looked tired. "Finally got them to bed," she said kissing Ed on the cheek.

"Just in time, I'll put the music on," Ed said, starting the music. Margret started to shay in rhythm to the music. I watched her, with a smile on my lips. "Kris!" Ed's voice boomed, quietly. "Now, I know that your new here in my house but when there is music, you dance to it, unless you are me and are controlling the music."

Margret came over to me, grabbing my hands and pulled me up off the couch. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how to dance."

I couldn't help but to laugh at this, but I did dance. All the guys know that I won't dance or sing, but they still like to joke around about that. If they found out what I was doing right now, they'd probably won't let me ever forget it.

"You don't like to dance, do you?" she asked smiling at me.

"No, I don't like dancing. I never did, and plus, I'm not that good at it." Our bodies were so close to touching. Margret led the way on where the two of us was going to go.

"Well, I don't judge. You should see my dad; he's worse than you. And the funny thing is, that it's his family tradition to dance every night. I'd think that he'd put a stop in it, unless my mom didn't see it and fell in love with it."

She smiled at me, and I was lost in that. We danced for about ten minutes, and our heads kept inching closer and closer together. Before either of us knew it, I inched my lips closer to Margret's, and we kissed.

Once I pulled away, our heads lingered there for a minute. I didn't realize that we had stopped dancing during the little kiss. We started dancing once again, but our heads kept close. I looked right into her brilliant blue eyes that just smiled at me.

Truthfully, I don't know how long we danced, but I didn't want it to end. After a song, that I didn't know, Ed took the record and put it back into its case. Margret and I was still standing close to each other for a little extra time before we let go of each other.

Ed left the room leaving us alone. "I guess that it's time for bed. I'll go and get you some clothes," Margret said before she left me alone.

I sat on the couch, thinking for one of the first time all day about my team. I didn't even know how the game went because the T.V. was out thanks to the rain, that is starting to die down a little at a time.