Masks
Summary: Masked balls are so confusing. Despite the common stereotype it isn't that easy to pick who your dancing with. :Theme 2:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, I merely own the plot.
I never really thought about it until now, but you can't really recognise people from the way they walk, or how they dress… especially at a mask.
I mean, you may think my heads not working right or something, but have you ever been to one? And people wear the weirdest things. I know there's a best dressed competition but to dress up and a bear… that's going a bit too far.
Besides, I know everyone that would come to this party, yet the guy that I have been dancing with for god knows how long, still remains a mystery to me. He looks absolutely gorgeous but I can't even place his hair. I feel like such a loser.
But when it comes down to it, I really don't care. I am perfectly and utterly in love with-
"Quite a night isn't it?"
I smiled at him, wondering where this would lead us to.
"Quite. Great costumes…"
He beamed back at me, seeming to ask if I was going to say anymore. But I won't. I turned to look around the rest of the room, trying to see if my love was there. He's beautiful in every way (except for when he's calling me meatball head and commenting on my klutzy-ness). I haven't been able to find him though, and as much as I'd like to go look for him, this gorgeous hunk twirling me around right now and hasn't let go of me yet.
"Any particular costume you've been looking for all evening?"
He kind of smirked at me, as though asking if I was leading him on, which I suppose I might be really, but it's not my fault he just attached his hands to me with super glue. Honestly.
"I don't know."
"So then your looking for someone who you… fancy?"
I gave him my normal, 'I'm-going-to-pretend-I-know-nothing-of-what-your-talking-about-even-though-you-know-what-you-just-said-is-true' look.
"I'll take that as a yes."
I looked away, better not to fall for him. It was safer if I just kept on looking for-
"Are you sure your not looking for someone?"
"And if I am?"
He smiled slightly and my heart did a complete flip, which it wasn't meant to. My heart is meant to flip for one person only and that is my one true love-
"Do you want to talk about him then?"
"How do you know it's a he?"
Another smile and another flip. For gollywogs sake, can't my heart just understand simple orders? It's only meant to flip for-
"Do you want to talk about who ever it is then?"
I sighed, if only I could act like this around my Darien, then he would understand that I am completely head over heels in love with him and there is nothing he can do about it. Oh well, I'll probably never see this guy again, may as well spill my heart out to someone.
"He's gorgeous to look at…"
"Hmm…"
"He's incredibly smart and helpful… but he thinks I hate him."
"How would you know that?"
Is it just me or is he trying to flirt with me? I haven't been really paying attention…
"Because we argue every time we're together, it's like an incurable disease! He calls me 'Meatball Head' and as much as I love him I can't stand that name. So I end up calling him a stuck up prick or something of the sort and it goes on from there."
He looked at me like he finally realised something. And I swear I heard a clicking noise from the direction of his brain.
"I'm completely in love with him, however you would describe it. Whenever I see him my heart starts beating faster and I can't stop thinking about his body and my stomach gets heavy and starts rolling. I just can't help it. Every time he insults me I imagine he's only doing it for me, that there's no one else he insults like that and I can never get him out of my head. I know you may think I'm hopeless but-"
He pulled of his mask.
"Serena, I feel exactly the same."