Everything in Between

Chapter 14: It's Gonna Be

A night to remember. Ever look at someone you know that's special to you and just think: "Damn. I'm with you?"

Yup. That was definitely me. The entire night was going by smoothly. She looked at me with such care and delicacy that I could only blush and think again:

I, Nick, did this. This is actually happening.
In my mind, the only comprehensible thought was: "YES! YES! YES!"

Okay, it didn't go all that well. To tell you the truth, it was awkward. But it was sweet. It was incredibly platonic too, trust me, I tried. However, we barely conversed, and as the night ticked away, apparently she wasn't much of a night owl tonight.

We were surrounded by couples. I mean, we had Rachel and Zed right beside us; even Moriarty brought a girl. They all knew I liked this girl. They also knew that she didn't like me back.

Still, she was beautiful. More often than not I just found myself exhaling as a reminder of the breath I've been holding. As a date, I only had one goal. And if I had failed, all of this would've been for nothing.

I was going to make this girl smile.

After a dinner, the music of the millennial started playing. Slowly but surely I found my feet tapping to a rhythm, as my date looked so lovely closing her eyes, enjoying her music.

Okay, maybe it wasn't for that specific reason, but hey. I like to think positively. Instantly, I knew what I had to do.

"Will you dance with me?" I asked with a brave soul.

I'm kidding. She asked me to dance. Apparently she got tired of me waiting around and took matters into her own hands.

I wasn't the best of dates, then. I admit that. In fact I'll prove that later.

Anyways, I accepted (obviously), and gently grasped her hand without shaking (I promise it was only because of the cold) , and we walked to the dance floor.

A la every prom ever, the hype songs were first. I may not know about romance, but I'm sure that jumping around wasn't the most romantic of gestures. Fortunately, she seemed to have thought this through. Most of the following songs were slow ones.

Now, in this point of my life, dear reader, I was never the best of things. Dancing, sadly, was one of them. The moment I stepped on that floor I could already tell: I'm not going to make it out of this alive. But of course I would never let her know how bad I am...

...or how my dancing skills are complete and utter sh-

"How's your night been?" She asks with that smile.

Don't blush. Don't blush.

"Uhhhh...what did you ask me?"

Dammit.

Then, for some reason, she just giggles. This of course, sets off my giggle-meter. These adorable sounds just hide the truth from me, don't they? But that doubt dissipates when she just tells me: "I'm sorry."

Freeze.

Excuse me?

"For what?" I nonchalantly answer. Inside of course I was freaking out. Did I do something wrong? Did she do something wrong?