So here's my Christmas three-shot everyone! I will be updating in twelve hours!
Summary: this is simply because I love you all! "A summer is all that was needed, but when life slapped them across the face, they couldn't ignore it. Can their very different paths reunite and allow the two to rekindle their fire? Or will it die out as they slowly forget?"
Dancing Away with My Heart (based off the song by Lady Antebellum)
I would have given up awhile ago if she wasn't so beautiful and alluring. Blue eyes that danced, golden hair that flowed down her back in soft curls, soft and angelic face, small and petite, a silvery green dress flowing down her body and showed off all her curves and last but not least, the way she moved. Her body flowed with each rhythm and new melody. It was enchanting to watch.
The clock chimed nine o'clock, and I flinched at all my wasted hours. All I had to do was go and ask, but I either chickened out or some other guy beat me.
Another slow song played and I glared at the guy who was currently dancing with her. She smiled politely, but you could see her wistful glance at some of the other pairs dancing, the girls giggling and beautiful spins happening, boys holding the girls close as she was doing the pathetic two step. Her gaze caught mine and it looked like she was begging me to relieve her from her captor. I stepped forward, but the song ended and another man swept her away into the next dance.
I scowled down at my shoes, ridiculing my pathetic attempts. This was like playing "red light, green light", except you're never told when green light is. I'm standing here, waiting for an opening, and when I finally realize the light's green, the opening is yanked from my hands before I can take the first step. I glare at the clock when I see it's almost midnight. I have to get to her before the last dance.
The clock strikes eleven and I scowl, wondering why the thing hated me so much. It was slowly, yet faster than I could step, eating away my time, taking all of my chances with it. I bite my lip and glare at the red fruit punch. It simmered under the light of the disco ball like a bowl full of crimson blood, the perfect liquid in the knockoff crystal bowl. Plastic Dixie cups sit beside it, all of them waiting to be flipped over and filled with the spiked red substance.
Eleven fifteen banged away and I snarled a yawn. I was tired, very tired, of waiting..
However, I'd been waiting just long enough.
I stuffed my hands into my pockets and glanced around, taking in the packed and blinding 'ballroon' before me. I begin noticing that it's emptying, slowly and inconsistently, but doing so all the same.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to grab a drink. Maybe next dance?" A polite, clear and sweet voice said.
"Alright baby," it was a man's voice, the words slightly slurred as if he'd been a victim of the fruit punch..
"Ew," the first voice said, quietly as to not alert the man she'd been talking to. I turn to see the blonde coming towards the refreshment table, a look of slight disgust on her angelic face as she walked away from a brown-haired, definitely drunk, 20-or-so man.
She shook herself slightly as she stopped at the table, the delicate dress shivering and glinting in the light from the gentle movement. She glanced up with doe-like blue eyes, the color of a clear sky. "Hey," she said in greeting.
"Hey," I replied, unsure of what else to say. Here I was, talking to the girl I'd been dying to dance with all night, and all I could come up with was 'hey'?
"Are you having fun?" She asked, pouring herself a drink from one of the water pitchers.
"Sure." I said, shrugging. "My brother dragged me on account of me 'needing' to get out more."
She gave me a knowing smile as she sipped from her glass. "My exact situation with a slightly different reason. My gals, Tori and Liz," -she waved in the general direction of her friends- "dragged me here on account of me needing to celebrate our last year together of no school."
"No school?" I inquired, "you graduating college." I will admit she looks young, about fifteen or sixteen, but she's probably twenty, maybe twenty-one.
"No," she shook her head and her blonde hair swung over her shoulder. "I'm starting college. We took a year off from school to build up our resumes before going to the colleges of our dreams. I took as many AP classes as I could get my hands on in high school so that I only had to take one year at a community college. However, they graduated a year before me."
"So, you're starting college?" I wondered where she would be going if she took AP classes to get out of doing a few subjects. "Where?"
"Julliard." She said proudly, a broad grin spreading across her face. "I'm studying to be a screen writer and director, so drama classes mostly. I took that year of community college so that I could focus in getting my degree."
I stared at her in awe. This girl had done everything she could do to reach her goal and she was nearly there.
"So, you're going to Julliard? That's incredible." She blushed a soft pink, becoming a little self conscious. "Thanks."
I nodded and glanced at the clock just as the DJ announced over the loud speakers, "Hey folks! This is the second to last dance of the night. Two wonderful slow songs to end the evening. Enjoy y'all!"
The girl smiled as she set her cup down on the refreshment table, and I realized she was leaving to go dance. I stepped forward, and spoke up before I could lose my courage.
"May I have this dance?" She turned back around at the sound of my voice. When she saw my outstretched hand, her blue eyes lit up and a sweet smile slid across her face.
"Absolutely." She responded as she tucked her porcelain hand into mine. My heart stuttered as I gripped it tightly and lead her onto the dance floor.
Her hand was placed gently on my bicep as I tucked my arm around her waist. I held her close and she smiled, resting her head against my chest. I smiled as I lead her across the floor, our bodies flowing swiftly from one move to the next in perfect harmony.
"Hey," she whispered against my collar, causing chills to run down my spine. "I never caught your name."
I chuckled at that and leaned down so my lips were next to her ear, "The name's Derek."
"Derek, huh?" She said. I nodded. "Well," she shifted so that I could feel her breath on my ear and goosebumps rose on my flesh. Her lips brushed against my ear as she said, "I'm Chloe."
Chloe? A pretty name for a pretty girl.
CPOV- First Day
I fumbled the keys as I pulled them from my purse, the two suit cases balanced against the wall. I slid the key into the hole and turned, hearing the loud click of the bolt sliding. Sighing as I had a slight shard of good luck, I pushed open the door and stepped in, dragging my luggage behind me.
My roommate was already there and she jumped up as soon as she saw me.
"Hey, let me help you with that." She took one of case from me and lugged isn't inside as I shut the door. " My name's Rae."
"Chloe." I set down my bag and shook her hand. She looked like one of the girls who had it rough but smiled through it anyways. She had creamy colored skin, brown-gold eyes and copper hair that fell in ringlets down her back.
"So," she fell back on her bed as I opened my bags to unpack. "What are you majoring in? I'm into photography."
"Drama's my major." I replied, putting a folded shirt into the drawer.
"Drama? Sweet. So you wanna be an actress?"
I shook my head, "Director."
"Ah, the boss." She grinned. "Nice."
We chatted as I finished unpacking. I sat down on my bed and my purse fell off, its contents spilling on the floor. Rae and I jumped down and onto to the floor, picking up everything and shoving it back inside. When Rae came across a picture, she picked it up and looked at it.
"Who's this guy?" She asked, as she stared at the photo.
"Who?" I plucked the picture from her fingers to see who she was talking about.
In the shot was a me and a guy. He had black hair that fell into his eyes, a strong jaw and a slightly hooked nose. He was taller than me, who's head barely hit his shoulder. His arm was wrapped around me and I had mine looped around his waist. But what really caught me were those green eyes. A shade of green I couldn't forget.
I remembered those eyes staring into mine before they closed and the heat of his mouth fit itself around mine. Soft, slightly chapped lips kneaded mine and I had kissed him back eagerly. His strong, arms wrapped around me and his broad chest against mine. The feeling of his hands tangled in my hair and drawing circles on my back. His lips causing me to go dizzy as they left their mark on my neck. I remembered the feeling of going numb when I had told him I might never see him again. I remebered the dizzying kiss after words, his hands raking my body as I clung to him. I could feel lips lighting my nerves on fire, something in my stomach coiling as he bit the flesh between my shoulder and neck, my nails digging into his skin as he made me forget my own name. The gentleness and fire that had burned through me, a flame to gasoline.
I shook my head and glanced away from the photo, remembering the low rumble of his voice as it vibrated through me. His deep chuckle that had set my pulse racing. The soft kisses that had caused me want him more. His butterfly touches. The fierceness he'd kissed me with when he was angry or showing other boys who belonged to. His rough voice moaning my name.
"Derek," I said softly. "His name was Derek Souza."
Okay, so this isn't as Christmas-y as i thought it would be, but you can't tell me you don't love this! Anyways, my next update will be in twelve hours, right on schedule.
Love you all!
-Jo