YouTuber OneShots

Ball Night Fun

Evan's POV

I was at a gala because my friend invited me. I didn't want to let him down so I came anyway. Girls have come up to me all the time. I always turned them down. Until this one man went a little too far.

"Hello there." He said grabbing me by my waist and turned me to face him. I scowled.

"Let me go." I told him.

"Not until you have a dance with me." He said leaning closer. I spat in his face and he let me go.

"I didn't want to do that." I said fixing my hair and clothes. "But you made me. Now leave me alone." I walked away and soon bumped into someone by accident.

"Oh my. I'm so sorry." I apologized. He turned around and I saw him with an empty wine glass. I gasped and tried helping him.

"Oh my goodness." I frantically tried wiping the wine out of his shirt. "I'm so sorry. Really, I just didn't see where I was going." He grabbed my hand and I looked up at him.

Seeing his calming smile.

"It's alright. I got a spare shirt." He told me. I sighed of relief and stood up straight. I dusted off and threw out the napkins I used.

"Still I am very sorry." I said calmly. He held out his hand and smiled.

"I'm Tyler Wilde. Nice to meet you." He introduced. I took his hand and we shook.

"Evan Fong." I told him.

"Well sir Evan Fong. May I have this last dance?" He asked in a more proper voice. I looked down and saw that his shirt was still covered with wine.

"First change your shirt and then I might give you an answer." I said pointing to his shirt. He looked at his shirt and blushed of embarrassment.

"Right. I'll be right back." He said before quickly walking off. I giggled and got a glass of wine. I drank it and saw him walking back after a few minutes.

"Now can you give me an answer?" He asked. I smiled and placed down my glass on a nearby table.

"Sure. I'll dance with you." I answered. I smiled and took his hand. As soon as we went on the dancefloor we started slow dancing to the calming music.

His hands on my hips while mine around his neck. Slowly dancing as we stared into each others eyes.

His ocean blue eyes then shimmered in the light.

"So, did you come here with anyone?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Yes. My friend Brock." I said. "But he left me alone."

"Ah yes." He said smiling. "I came here because my best friend Marcel is hosting this gala." As we danced, we laughed and talked about our lives.

After we saw the lights turn back on and saw I suppose to be Marcel.

"There he is." Tyler told me. "Marcel Cunningham." I looked back at him and saw someone with him. The other man had pale skin and light brown hair with blonde at the top. He also wore glasses and a white shirt with a black bow tie.

(I'm gonna skip the boring ass speech.)

After Marcel spoke he came down to Tyler and me.

"Hey buddy." Marcel greeted with a hug to Tyler.

"How's it been?" Tyler asked after breaking the hug. I watched as they talked for a little while but I saw the other man behind them.

He looked a little shy. I walked over to him and waved.