Speak To Me
It was surely a dream. My hero, my lab partner and the one who'd encouraged me to speak, stood before me. It was the first time I'd ever seen Dave Petrakis nervous. His palms were sweaty, knee's weak, arms were heavy. He wouldn't look me in the eye for more than a second.
"Melinda, I, ugh. Prom is coming up and I was told you were available. It's ok if you're not, I was just wondering if you'd like to go together. Just as friends, it doesn't have to awkward." He was talking fast too.
"Aren't you supposed to sing to me or something?" I asked, trying not to embarrass my hero.
"Oh great. Um...Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me cry?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away." He was terrible, but accepted.
"OK." I grinned. He smiled widely and nearly leaped to his locker.