In the middle of the dance floor, Mikkel twirls me around like ballerina. Being drunk and clumsy, I stumble a bit, but Stale catches me.
We both just look at each other. For a mere moment, everything seemed to stop. The music was gone and the mass of people around me seemed to fade away. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
Stale is looking at me. Really looking at me. I get the butterflies again.
“Hey” Stale says, pulling my body closer to his.
“Hey” I say awkwardly.
We dance for a while. Stale dances like a total weirdo because he just doesn’t care. I laugh at him until he pulls me close again. With his hand around my waist, I almost forget I have boyfriend.
I do the typical girl thing and take his hat off and put it on myself. Stale doesn’t mind though, he just keeps dancing. Pieces of his hair fall onto his forehead, I brush them back whenever he’s close enough to me.
“I say we get out of this fucking place and go party back at the Oakley house.” Mikkel says to Stale and I. I agree instantly. Stale smiles widely and I hold his hand out of the party.
The car to the Oakley house is packed with people. I sit on Stale’s lap just to make room for all the people. I don’t know who most of these people are or even where the Oakley house is at, but I just go with it.
“Hey aren’t you Mark McMorris’ girlfriend?” Some guy asks me in the car.
“I don’t know.” I respond.
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McMorris and Me: Part tWO
FanfictionKimmy and Mark McMorris are best friends turned boyfriend/girlfriend. He's a pro snowboarder and she's a normal girl, so they knew their relationship would be difficult, but maybe it's more work than they thought.
