what ARE feelings? do you just catch them, like a cold? is the whole boy-girl thing an unspoken rule on who to have feelings for?
and what happens if you have feelings for a boy? when you're a boy yourself...?
anyways, hi. sorry for the rhetorical i...
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AUTHOR'S NOTES! i suggest listening to fall out boy's version of i wanna dance with somebody for this chapter!
( the dance. )
I'D FELT LIKE CINDERELLA at the beginning of the night, but that effect gradually wore off as the dance progressed on.
maybe i was an idiot, but i had sat out every dance, waiting for gray, as if i was a princess of some sort. as the night carried on, there was no sign of him.
it was close to ending. and yet, no prince. perhaps this was going to be a failed fairytale.
❝alright, everyone, get that special someone, because it's the last dance of the night!❞ i heard yukizome-sensei's voice vibrantly proclaim, and everyone cheered except for me. in fact, i drew out a long, pathetically sad sigh and watched as couples started to gather at the dance floor.
i absentmindedly sipped at my fruit punch, as the first notes of the song started to play.
❝hey, bro?❞
then a smiling watari stood by our table, holding out his hand.
❝wanna dance?❞
❝dude, what about ayano?❞
❝don't worry, she's cool with it. see?❞
he gestures and i see ayano with kimiko, both dancing. this prompts me to put my hand on his outstretched one, and he pulls me up, leading me to the dancefloor.
our movements are clumsy, but watari was laughing jovially, clearly having the time of his life. he swung me around, a little too strongly, but i couldn't deny that i was having fun as well. i laughed and it was almost enough to make me forget the anxiety of not seeing gray from earlier.
❝you're a great friend, bro.❞ he smiled up at me as he lifted me up.
❝you're pretty great yourself.❞ i allowed myself to ruffle his red hair, and he laughed once more.
❝hey, watari, can i cut in?❞
before i knew it, my sister was leading me in an awkward box step. she looked up at me like how a mother would look at their child: with pride.
