Tonight was the night, you were finally going to the Bring Me The Horizon concert with Dalton. Not only had you liked this band for forever, you’d also liked Dalton for forever. But he didn’t know about that. He just thought you were really friendly. Hmph.
Anyway, you sat on your bed, fidgeting and looking at your watch, he’s coming to pick you up in five minutes.
The doorbell rings and you open the door in a nervous rush, your face flushed as you greet him breathlessly, “Hi, Dalton.”
He smiles, “Hey, Cedes. You ready?”
“Yeah,” you shove your phone in your jacket pocket and lock the door behind you. You’re about to take his hand, but stop yourself, not wanting him to know about your crush, not yet.
At the concert, he takes your hand and guides you through the crowd, not wanting to lose track of you amidst so many people. You blush and your heart pounds and you wish this was something more.
The two of you make your way to the front row, where he puts his arm around your shoulders and keeps it there throughout the whole concert. You can’t help but feel your face flush and your hands shake a bit. Eventually, you get more comfortable with it, but you have to keep reminding yourself that he’s just a friend, nothing more.
Once the concert is over, the two of you head outside with the rest of the crowd. The brisk air hits you and you breathe deeply. Dalton’s arm is now wrapped firmly around your shoulders. Your heart pounds in your ears as you wonder why. Before you lose your nerve, you turn to him, “Hey Dalton—”
But he cuts you off, crashing his lips into yours, one arm still around your shoulders, the other resting gently around your waist.
When he pulls back, you see that his face is bright red, and you’re sure yours is, too. But that doesn’t matter, not right now, as your fingers intertwine.
