Dance:
move rhythmically to music, typically following a set sequence of steps.
Its 11 o'clock at night, I've been here since 9. Have I managed to talk to someone? No.
That boy, he keeps staring at me. The boy I bumped into, is staring at me.
He's beautiful, I got to admit, but he's not gay. He's to attractive to be gay. Hell what the fuck am I thinking? Even if he was gay, he would never even think about dating me.
Just look at me.
I'm here in a corner again.
Crying over my self pity, while everyone else is dancing along, to the beat of drum.
That boy is walking over to me.
"Hey"
YOU ARE READING
Wallflower? (Phan)
Fanfiction"you remind me of someone, I knew as a child" "Hmm, I wonder who it could be"
