Bonnie Butler fixed her wrinkled dress and stood up. She
looked around sadly. It seemed everyone had come to the party with a dance
partner. She was fourteen and still had not ever danced with a boy. Well,
she had danced with a cousin or two at wedding but never a real boy. It
wasn't that she wasn't pretty. She was down right beautiful, just like her
mother. Her long black hair curled halfway down her back and her bright
blue eyes shone like sapphires. She looked just like her mother did when
she was her age. She was shorter than her mother was but just as small
waisted. She was about to sit back down when a boy across the room caught
her eye. His black hair was curly and his green eyes were so wondrous. She
was about to turn shyly when he looked at her. His eyes locked with hers
and he smiled. She blushed and gave a small smile back. He didn't turn away
though as she had expected. He began to make his way toward her.
'Oh calm yourself Bonnie!' she mentally yelled at herself.
He was coming closer to her. She tried not to get to excited. Maybe he was just coming over to get a drink. That was possible right? But he walked straight up to her and smiled.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked holding out his hand and bowing slightly.
Her eyes shone brightly and she replied, " Of course."
He took her hand and they waltzed out on the dance floor. He put his arm around her waist and took her hand in the other. She put her other arm on his shoulder and they began to waltz. Bonnie figured it would be just dancing, no real conversation. But then he began to speak. His accent was strange, something like British and Australian mixed.
"Your name?" he asked, twirling her around.
"Bonnie," she said. "And yours?"
"Patrick," he replied.
They laughed and talked the whole time as they danced one song after another. Patrick told her that he had lived in four countries. Hence the accent. He was almost sixteen. A year older than Bonnie. She smiled the whole time. Her eyes were filled with joy and. lust.
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"Look at our little Bonnie," Rhett said. " Dancing with a boy."
"Oh yes," Scarlett sighed. "I knew a boy would be after her soon enough."
"Do you suppose he will ask to see her again?" Rhett asked slyly.
"Of course he will!" Scarlett said.
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As Scarlett had predicted, Patrick did ask if Bonnie would like to meet him tomorrow for a soda. She of course agreed with pleasure. With one last kiss on her hand he hurried off to catch his ride with his friends. Bonnie stood there cloudy eyed. A boy was infatuated with her. If she were outside away from everyone she would have cried out with joy. All the way home Bonnie just looked out of the window of the carriage and smiled. Rhett laughed and Scarlett grinned. Their little Bonnie was in love.
A/N: This is my first Gone with the Wind story. I don't know how well anyone will like it but please tell me. And please review!
He was coming closer to her. She tried not to get to excited. Maybe he was just coming over to get a drink. That was possible right? But he walked straight up to her and smiled.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked holding out his hand and bowing slightly.
Her eyes shone brightly and she replied, " Of course."
He took her hand and they waltzed out on the dance floor. He put his arm around her waist and took her hand in the other. She put her other arm on his shoulder and they began to waltz. Bonnie figured it would be just dancing, no real conversation. But then he began to speak. His accent was strange, something like British and Australian mixed.
"Your name?" he asked, twirling her around.
"Bonnie," she said. "And yours?"
"Patrick," he replied.
They laughed and talked the whole time as they danced one song after another. Patrick told her that he had lived in four countries. Hence the accent. He was almost sixteen. A year older than Bonnie. She smiled the whole time. Her eyes were filled with joy and. lust.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Look at our little Bonnie," Rhett said. " Dancing with a boy."
"Oh yes," Scarlett sighed. "I knew a boy would be after her soon enough."
"Do you suppose he will ask to see her again?" Rhett asked slyly.
"Of course he will!" Scarlett said.
*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~**
As Scarlett had predicted, Patrick did ask if Bonnie would like to meet him tomorrow for a soda. She of course agreed with pleasure. With one last kiss on her hand he hurried off to catch his ride with his friends. Bonnie stood there cloudy eyed. A boy was infatuated with her. If she were outside away from everyone she would have cried out with joy. All the way home Bonnie just looked out of the window of the carriage and smiled. Rhett laughed and Scarlett grinned. Their little Bonnie was in love.
A/N: This is my first Gone with the Wind story. I don't know how well anyone will like it but please tell me. And please review!