It's everything about him, it's his manner. His hair. His big-headed personality. His eyes. I want him. I love everything about him. When I see him with anyone else, I get so jealous.
Is this love? Or just obsession. This isn't like me. I wish he was mine. "Gilbert." I whispered. "Gilbert!" I changed my pitch completely, shouting his name. "WHAT?" He shouted back, jumping around with his younger brother while the loud music played. "Get the hell over here!" I shouted back. He raised and eyebrow, grinned, and made his way over to me.
I ditched my brother, he was being such a wuss about the loud music and rough dancing.
I started to dance with him, as my heart-beat accelerated and the words played over and over in my head. "Gilbert!" I shouted again. "Yeah?" He shouted back. I hesitated, but the words finally came out. "I want you." I shouted, but only he could hear me. His face changed, and he stopped jumping. I felt like maybe I shouldn't have said anything. We both stood still in the middle of the floor. Suddenly I felt someone being pushed into my back. Suddenly, I felt my lips touch his, and I nearly pulled away, but Gilbert ran his hand up the back of my neck, and through my hair, to push our lips together properly, the kiss lasted until we both ran out of breath, which wasn't long, because we had both been dancing so much. We both looked into each others eyes, and the classic grin Gilbert always wore, appeared yet again, but only on one half of his face. I pushed into him again, and our lips crashed together. When I pulled away again, I smirked at him. He grabbed me, and we continued dancing.
And we danced for the rest of the night.