First Dance
by
Justin Asselstine
Disclaimer: I don't anything.
She could feel his hands brushing against her waist-length red hair as he placed his hands on her waist. A blush crept up her cheeks as she slid her arms around his neck. she had come a long way from the girl who had blushed and stuttered whenever he walked into the room, but that girl was still within her.
Looking up into his emerald green eyes, she gave him a shy smile. He smiled back, giving her that grin of his that made her heart flip flop in her chest.
Her brothers had always teased her about her crush on the boy. They had claimed it was merely because he was famous, but she had known differently and she had been right. her feelings had long since evolved from a crush into something more powerful. Feelings so powerful that she had often spent days in her room depressed because he had ignored her, hadn't seen her as anything more than her best friend's little sister.
But a month ago things had changed. She had noticed the boy looking at her more frequently, those piercing emerald eyes staring at her from beneath his mob of messy black hair. Then one day everything between them had changed. The boy had walked towards her, his hands fidgeting nervously. He had stood in front of her, taken a deep breath, and said "Wangoballwime." Seeing the odd look on her face he had quickly repeated his request more slowly.
"Do you want to go to the ball with me."
She couldn't believe her luck. The boy she had loved for years had asked her to the school's Christmas ball. And now here she was, her arms around his neck, his hands on her waist, both of them moving slowly to the music. Looking up she realized the boy was staring at her. For a moment their eyes locked, his emerald eyes staring deeply into her own chocolate brown eyes. Finally both turned to the side, blushed rising on their faces.
Finally the music ended. The girl sighed having hoped deep down that somehow the music would never stop, allowing her to dance with the boy forever. Any further thoughts flew from her head as the boy leaned down and brushed his lips lightly over hers in an innocent first kiss. Looking up she could see he was giving her that mischevious grin again.
"How about another dance?" he asked. "That was nice."
Dazed she could only nod in reply, but deep inside of her head a voice was strongly agreeing, "That was nice."
Disclaimer: I don't anything.
She could feel his hands brushing against her waist-length red hair as he placed his hands on her waist. A blush crept up her cheeks as she slid her arms around his neck. she had come a long way from the girl who had blushed and stuttered whenever he walked into the room, but that girl was still within her.
Looking up into his emerald green eyes, she gave him a shy smile. He smiled back, giving her that grin of his that made her heart flip flop in her chest.
Her brothers had always teased her about her crush on the boy. They had claimed it was merely because he was famous, but she had known differently and she had been right. her feelings had long since evolved from a crush into something more powerful. Feelings so powerful that she had often spent days in her room depressed because he had ignored her, hadn't seen her as anything more than her best friend's little sister.
But a month ago things had changed. She had noticed the boy looking at her more frequently, those piercing emerald eyes staring at her from beneath his mob of messy black hair. Then one day everything between them had changed. The boy had walked towards her, his hands fidgeting nervously. He had stood in front of her, taken a deep breath, and said "Wangoballwime." Seeing the odd look on her face he had quickly repeated his request more slowly.
"Do you want to go to the ball with me."
She couldn't believe her luck. The boy she had loved for years had asked her to the school's Christmas ball. And now here she was, her arms around his neck, his hands on her waist, both of them moving slowly to the music. Looking up she realized the boy was staring at her. For a moment their eyes locked, his emerald eyes staring deeply into her own chocolate brown eyes. Finally both turned to the side, blushed rising on their faces.
Finally the music ended. The girl sighed having hoped deep down that somehow the music would never stop, allowing her to dance with the boy forever. Any further thoughts flew from her head as the boy leaned down and brushed his lips lightly over hers in an innocent first kiss. Looking up she could see he was giving her that mischevious grin again.
"How about another dance?" he asked. "That was nice."
Dazed she could only nod in reply, but deep inside of her head a voice was strongly agreeing, "That was nice."