AN- Aren't Neil and Jane just sooooooo cyoote????? lol i know!
Oh God...I'm here at this New Year's party thing and everyone's dancing but I'm just staring...Oh Jeez. She's wearing chick clothes! Since when does Jane Proudfoot even own a halter top??? Er...so anyway she walks in like a total queen and I guess
that's what she is because she's the only chick here that is actually involved in this mess. So anyway, she's dressed in a black halter top with some low-riding black capris and some black chunky sandals with a big thick strap holding them onto her feet. Oh, and get this- her hair's down! Turns out those brown locks fall to her chin and curl a tiny bit towards her face. When she walked in everyone who knows her just stopped in their tracks and stared. Unfortunately, they all got over it and now I look stupid just staring at her. Sure, I was attracted to her before but I didn't stop to think what she looked like in skimpy clothes...ok...maybe once or twice but I swear! I was bored and she was waiting for me to finish fixing something and it just happens, ok? So on with the story, huh? Ok so now she's walking towards me and I'm practically frozen because she looks...pretty good.
"Hey." She smiles, looking very unlike the Jane I verbally spar with everyday.
"H-hi." I say, sounding like a scared second grader. She doesn't notice though, she just keeps smiling. Maybe she sees the look on my face. The look between being blown away and...er...figure the rest out, people, if you're literate, you're smart enough to know where I'm going with this.
"Wanna dance?" She asks politely, with the grin pasted on.
"M-me?" I say, then watch her smile fade. Whoops. I really hope she doesn't hurt me.
"No, the Neil behind you." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and I smile, glad that she didn't change with her fashion. "Yes, you." I nod, then follow her out to the dance floor.
Man, the girl really should wear outfits like this m often though...And, just a little known fact for your amusement- She can dance. Oh, man, you'd never think it, but she can shake it. She knows she's getting to me now, I can tell by the glint in her eye. For a few minutes I just wonder if she's doing this because someone dared her to or made a bet with her but she's not looking over my shoulder at anyone so i doubt it highly. We both looked up as the last ten seconds counted down. I smirked, wanting to annoy her.
"So am I gonna get kissed at midnight?" She smiled the tiniest bit."
"Maybe." Okay, I'll be perfectly honest- I wasn't expecting that. The crowd got louder, counting with the clock.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The music got louder to drown out the moans and smacks and giggles from couples making out. She turned to me, kissing me lightly on the lips once and not going far, then lifted her eyes from my lips to my eyes. Our eyes locked and our lips met once more for a longer, open mouthed kiss. By the time we pulled away more then a few people were staring- some in utter horror and some in adoration of "awww how CUTE!" we were. She smiled at the women (most of them were the ones saying "awww") and glared at the people looking on frightened. That got them off our backs. I gotta hand it to her, she still has the touch. I lean in for another kiss and she smiles, her lips pressed against mine. Yep. She definately still has it.
Oh God...I'm here at this New Year's party thing and everyone's dancing but I'm just staring...Oh Jeez. She's wearing chick clothes! Since when does Jane Proudfoot even own a halter top??? Er...so anyway she walks in like a total queen and I guess
that's what she is because she's the only chick here that is actually involved in this mess. So anyway, she's dressed in a black halter top with some low-riding black capris and some black chunky sandals with a big thick strap holding them onto her feet. Oh, and get this- her hair's down! Turns out those brown locks fall to her chin and curl a tiny bit towards her face. When she walked in everyone who knows her just stopped in their tracks and stared. Unfortunately, they all got over it and now I look stupid just staring at her. Sure, I was attracted to her before but I didn't stop to think what she looked like in skimpy clothes...ok...maybe once or twice but I swear! I was bored and she was waiting for me to finish fixing something and it just happens, ok? So on with the story, huh? Ok so now she's walking towards me and I'm practically frozen because she looks...pretty good.
"Hey." She smiles, looking very unlike the Jane I verbally spar with everyday.
"H-hi." I say, sounding like a scared second grader. She doesn't notice though, she just keeps smiling. Maybe she sees the look on my face. The look between being blown away and...er...figure the rest out, people, if you're literate, you're smart enough to know where I'm going with this.
"Wanna dance?" She asks politely, with the grin pasted on.
"M-me?" I say, then watch her smile fade. Whoops. I really hope she doesn't hurt me.
"No, the Neil behind you." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and I smile, glad that she didn't change with her fashion. "Yes, you." I nod, then follow her out to the dance floor.
Man, the girl really should wear outfits like this m often though...And, just a little known fact for your amusement- She can dance. Oh, man, you'd never think it, but she can shake it. She knows she's getting to me now, I can tell by the glint in her eye. For a few minutes I just wonder if she's doing this because someone dared her to or made a bet with her but she's not looking over my shoulder at anyone so i doubt it highly. We both looked up as the last ten seconds counted down. I smirked, wanting to annoy her.
"So am I gonna get kissed at midnight?" She smiled the tiniest bit."
"Maybe." Okay, I'll be perfectly honest- I wasn't expecting that. The crowd got louder, counting with the clock.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The music got louder to drown out the moans and smacks and giggles from couples making out. She turned to me, kissing me lightly on the lips once and not going far, then lifted her eyes from my lips to my eyes. Our eyes locked and our lips met once more for a longer, open mouthed kiss. By the time we pulled away more then a few people were staring- some in utter horror and some in adoration of "awww how CUTE!" we were. She smiled at the women (most of them were the ones saying "awww") and glared at the people looking on frightened. That got them off our backs. I gotta hand it to her, she still has the touch. I lean in for another kiss and she smiles, her lips pressed against mine. Yep. She definately still has it.