{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

thirty'nine

Norah;

-Flashback-

I glanced nervously at my boyfriend who was dancing with Ella, that bitch. He wasn't looking at me (actually, he had his back to me) but Ella definitely was. She was glowering angrily at me. I glared back at her with just as much intensity.

I don't get her, I seriously don't.

What is her problem? She's dancing with one of her supposed, potential 'boyfriends'.

Okay, I'm dancing with the other one but whatever.

I suddenly felt guilt wash over me as I looked at Braden (well, the back of his blonde hair). I should be dancing with him, right? But Ella did drag him off before we could have another dance anyway…

I looked away from them, shrugging a little then laid my head wordlessly on Nichols' shoulder, my arms seeming to automatically slip themselves around his neck as we started to sway a little in time to the opening chords of the music.

I just stared at the wall, swaying along with Nichols but not really getting into it.

Then, the first words of the song drifted over to me and I couldn't help it.

Those purring, singing words felt so comfortable (damn, that guy was a good singer!) and relaxing.

My eyes fluttered closed and I relaxed further in his arms, my nose noting how lovely he smelled. He smelled of summer.

Well, I couldn't really gauge exactly what he smelt like but I know the smell he was emanating from his body was a definite summery smell.

I breathed in deeply, inhaling and remembering.

I don't really remember what the words to the song were. They just drifted in through one ear and out the other, just like that.

I was concentrating more on trying not to step on his foot. Seriously, how embarrassing would that be anyway? Sure, it was Nichols I was dancing with and in any other circumstances, I would have felt inclined to stomp on his feet but now…

Something felt different.

I didn't really want to stomp on his feet but rather avoid them. Like I said before, it'd be pretty embarrassing. Honestly, imagine it! Dancing, swaying in time to the lovely slow music, everything's peaceful and then:

'Ouch!'

'What?'

'You stepped on my foot!'

'Oh, sorry. Whoops! Heh, heh…'

Can anyone say, clumsy big-feet?

Anyway, I digress.

I heard a soft sigh and grew confused. Whose sigh was that? I couldn't gauge whose it was so left it at that. Although I did linger on the fact it may have been Nichols' but I immediately dismissed that fact.

Nichols, sighing?

Pfft, yeah right.

All of a sudden, I felt wonderful tingling sensations coursing through me from where his hand met my bare back. Tingling, slightly burning sensations that didn't hurt but felt awfully…nice.

I know, isn't it just strange?

Slowly, I felt a small smile spreading out across my lips, my eyes still closed.

Dancing with Dante…was way better than dancing with Braden.

I had to admit that to myself. God, I felt so ashamed but it was the truth!