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dance, dance-7

I push open the bathroom door and run into one of the stalls. I lean against the wall, holding back tears, trying to control my breathing. This is stupid. I should not be crying over not having a date to prom. My friends don't have dates either but I just feel...bad. I let out a disgruntled sigh and pull out my phone.

Text from Ryan: why aren't you in class?

To: don't feel good

From: you seemed fine at lunch, were you not?

To: i'm just having a bad day

From: where are you?

To: the bathroom

From: on my wayyyyyy

What? I stand, slowly. The door to the bathroom squeaks open.

"Hey [nickname], you're still in here right?"  I rub my eyes then open the door. There stands Ryan, looking awkward in the girls' bathroom. I motion him to come sit with me and he does so. I close the stall door and sit on the surprisingly clean floor. "so, why are you having a bad day?"

"It's just the dance on Saturday. I just feel...awful."

"Why?" he says with a small chuckle.

  "Because I don't have a date," I say, embarrassed by myself.  

"Can I tell you something," I nod. He smirks. "I don't have a date either."

"Really?" I say sarcastically, he has to be kidding.

"Yeah...I was waiting for someone." I tilt my head in confusion. He gives a weak smile. "Well it's you, actually," he laughs awkwardly. I look at him shocked. "Wanna go to prom... with me?" I sit there looking at him, speechless, but smiling.

"Yes, I would like that." I get excited about buying a dress and shoes, though it will have to be soon. The bell goes off outside of the bathroom. "You should get going so no one sees!" He nods, grabbing his bag.

"I'll come to your house after school, yeah?" He says, quickly walking toward the door.

"Sure?" He runs out and the door closes loudly. I grab my bag and run to French, the last period of the day, full of excitement for later.

~saskaskaskoo~

I sit outside on one of the benches, waiting for Ryan. I text my friends to tell them that I have a date. They all seem happy, knowing that I've liked him for a while.

"Howdy!" Ryan greets, walking in front of the bench. I get up and he reaches to hug me. We embrace and he sighs in contentment. Memories flash to my mind of the first time we met. An awkward staged hug in theater class the first week of school.

We separate and start to walk down the street in comfortable silence. While we walk through my neighborhood, our hands brush together. I step to the side, thinking it an accident. A small while later, it happens again. I look over to see him looking at the ground with a small smile. He's been doing it on purpose, so I decide to take action. He tries it again but this time I grasp his hand, intertwining our fingers. He looks at me and smirks. Chills run up my arm from his cold hands. We walk up the driveway and I pull him into the warm house. I throw down my bag and he sets his down gently next to mine.

"So, we're supposed to coordinate our outfits right? That's what Jackson said you're supposed to do at the prom." He sits down on the couch and looks at me as I sit down next to him.

"You still have that red bow tie, right?" he nods. "You should wear that, it really brings out your eyes." I blush slightly. "Though I'll have to get a dress that matches." He looks at me with concern.

"You don't have to buy anything expensive just to match!" He says, stroking my hand.

"Don't worry, I won't. I was actually going to go to the mall..." I say, hoping he would go with me.

"Well alright, let's go then." He gets up and grabs his bag.

We head to the mall and look in almost all the stores. I finally find an off the shoulder navy blue dress. While Ryan is distracted, I try it on. It's perfect. I come out of the dressing room and head to the counter. I check out, staying in budget. I go over to Ryan, to see him looking around the store.

"I got one!"

"Are you gonna let me see it?" He reaches for the bag, but I snatch it away.

"It's a surprise." I walk out of the store, him following behind. He puts his arm around my shoulders, making me stumble.

"Fine, but I'll see it eventually." We stop at one of the shoe stores. Ryan finds a pair of sparkly silver heels. He seems to have good taste. We exit the mall and he drops me off at home.

~SPF 100, i hope its in stock~
[time skip]

Ryan leads me out of the gym, stumbling over the curb. Someone spiked the drinks (cliche, I know) and Ryan caught the thick of it.

"Hey, Ry?" He looks at me, giving me the strangest look.

"What's up, baby," he says, placing his arms around my waist and looking up at me. I get butterflies in my stomach as his words bounce around my mind. "You gonna drive me home?" Ryan's words start slurring together.

"Well, we're gonna go to my house and you can stay with me-"

"Your parents?"

"They're out of town..." I wink at him. I let out a small giggle as his eyes widened. I pull him to the car and help him in. We arrive at my house shortly after. He seems to be sobering up, which is helpful for us both.

"One second," he says, rushing out the front door and quickly coming back in. In his hand, he has a small drawstring bag. "Clothes!" He grins widely at me. I can't believe this is even happening. If I hadn't left class, Ryan would've never asked me to the dance. I head to my room, telling Ryan I'm going to change. As I close the door, I realized that it took help to get the dress on, and it would take help to get it off. I sigh, slipping off my shoes and undoing my hair from its high position. Well, it's now or never...this is gonna be awkward.

"Hey," I say quietly. Ryan's already changed into his signature outfit, black T-shirt and basketball shorts. He turns to me, a questioning look on his face.

"Why aren't you changed?" I look down a bit, walking up to him.

"I um... need some help." He smirks at me, stifling a laugh. "It's not funny," my cheeks flush with color and I avoid eye contact. "Please..."

He steps behind me and sets his hand on my waist. My breath hitches at the sudden contact. He moves my hair to one shoulder and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck. He slowly unzips the back of my dress, trailing his fingers down my spine. I shiver and hold back a soft moan.

I feel his warm breath on my ear and tense up. "Is that it, or do you need me to take it off for you too." He whispers, or more accurately, growls.

"I-I'm good," I quickly step to my room and even out my breathing. Who knew Ryan could be that...sexy. I wiggle out of my dress and hurry to change into more comfortable clothes. My feet guide me back to the living room where Ryan sits on the couch, patting the spot next to him. I sit down on the other side of the couch, my heart flutters as I feel Ryan's gaze over me.

"You can come closer, I don't bite...at first." I scoot over towards Ryan, almost sitting in his lap. I can tell he's into it, he bites his lip and sets his hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. I finally work up the courage to look him in the eyes. I always thought brown was a boring eye color, but in his orbs, I saw a new beauty.

He leans in closer to me, I follow his lead. Our lips touch, but only for a second. My cheeks turn bright red. His rough hands grip my chin, pulling my attention to him. He pushed his mouth onto mine, rough at first but slowly showing more passion and intimacy.

"Ryan," I mumble against him. He looks at me, worried. "I think, I think I'm in love with you."

"Really?" He cocks his head to the side. I nod. "Well, that makes two of us."