Gracie opened her locker and picked up her backpack, shoving her books inside. It had been a lo- ong day at school.
She closed her locker and saw Christian, her crush, standing there.
"Oh! Hi!" Gracie said.
"Hey Grace. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the social with me?"
"Yes! I mean, yeah."
"Great! Then it's a date."
Christian walked away.
One week later…
Gracie looked absolutely beautiful in dark flare jeans and a purple blouse. She was waiting for Christian to show up.
He was late, and she bit her lip. Had he lied to her?
She waited some more, and then she saw him.
He walked toward her and said, "Grace…. Will you give me my first dance?"
"Yes."
Christian took Grace's hand and led her to the dance floor. The lights were dimmed and music was playing from the beat up old stereo.
They slowdanced for a long time, until they were the only ones left on the floor. They didn't care. Grace's head was on Christian's shoulder, and everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Then, they were all alone. All the teachers had left, there were no chaperones at this dance. And then, just before the clock struck nine, Christian discovered that Grace wore strawberry flavored lip gloss. And he liked the taste.
