All Of My Flaws (Bastille)

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"Hey," I smiled shyly at him.
"I like your shirt," he said, still grinning.
"Thank you, yours is pretty good too," my smile got bigger as his did too.
His t shirt had cats on, and he seemed pretty sassy. Plus he could play keyboard. That's always a plus.
I could talk to him like I'd known him for years, like he was an old best friend. It felt great having someone that had such a sudden connection with you, like someone you'd think you met in primary (elementary I think if you're not British or don't use this system) school but you actually met 10 minutes ago.

We talked for most of the night as the gig ended about 9ish and he invited me and Eleanor for drinks with all of them.

"Pint please."
"Ooh, a beer drinker I see?" Kyle commented on my choice of drink.
"Indeed. It doesn't get much better," I replied, smiling like a six year old on Christmas.
Me and Kyle (whose name I had found out) got on really well. It was so strange, especially considering talking to new people was extremely difficult for me.
It was a few hours later and we were all pretty drunk so of course we decided to go to a nightclub. Woody led us all in and we got straight into dancing until a slower song came on.
"Come on ladies, don't be shy," Will winked as a girl came onto him. I assumed it was his girlfriend.
I looked at Kyle and he looked at me. Being the drunk idiot I am, I moved towards him and started dancing more closely with him, until we were practically dry humping (cringiest expression ever) and he looked deep into my eyes, and I looked into his caramel chocolate eyes with lust and adoration. His lips came closer to mine and then, collision. It went in slow motion, like a Disney kiss. I never wanted it to end.