Part 4: I had to admit, I was a pretty good prom planner. Everything looked amazing. When Marcel and I arrived, everyone seemed to be having a good time. That's when I noticed the staring. I looked down at myself, "Do I have toilet paper on my shoe or something? Why is everyone staring?" Marcel chuckled, "(Y/n), I think they are looking at me." Of course they were. He looked amazing. "Let's give them something to talk about." I told him and he led me to the dance floor. A fast beat song was on and we started swaying to the music. I was aware that his hands were on my hips and it made me heart start beating fast again. I turned around the face him. My eyes staring deeply into his. His mouth inches from mine. He looked from my lips to my eyes again. It was driving me crazy. "You are something else." He whispered into my ear. Then I felt his lips graze the skin below my ear so softly. I was afraid I imagined it. "So are you." I told him. The song changed into a slow one. I started to leave the dance floor but he grabbed my hand. "Come here." He muttered, placing his hands on my waist again. I put my hands on his shoulders and he drew me closer. "I have a confession." He said. I looked into his eyes, "What?" He cleared his throat, "I've always wondered what it would be like to slow dance with you." "And now that you are, what do you think?" I asked. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He brought his lips closer to mine and I couldn't wait any longer. His lips were soft and it was the best kiss I've ever had. There was no space between us. I started playing with the curls at the back of his neck. "Um excuse me." Someone near us said. We broke apart. It was my friend, (y/f/n). "(Y/n), can I talk to you for a second?" She asked me. I looked over at Marcel and he nodded. "I'll be right back." I told him. (Y/f/n) grabbed my hand and lead me over to our other friends. "(Y/n)! Who is that?" One of them asked me. "Marcel." I told them and I saw their jaws drop. "That is Marcel? The kid sure knows how to clean up. Now I see why you are here with him." (Y/f/n) said. I looked at her, "I'm here with him because he is a nice guy. I didn't know he was going to change his apperance." "Bet you wouldn't be acting affectionate with him if he didn't look like that." One of them said and it stung. It wasn't true. I was about to say something but I notice they all looked behind me. I turned and Marcel was there. "How much did you here?" I asked him. "All of it." He answered.
