Disclaimer: I don't own ST.

"Girls this age are stupid. But, give 'em a few years, and they'll wise up. Oh, and you're gonna drive them nuts."

"You think so?"

"Oh I know so,"


As the Snow Ball went on, while Dustin was grinning because the future him would drive girls nuts, Nancy was thinking about her inspiration for her little speech.

She remembered when, just a few years ago, she was one of the stupid girls who didn't see what was right in front of her. She thought about how Jonathon was simply an outcast to her then, just the brother of her little brother's nerdy friend.

It was different now. She didn't just see him as the underdog. She saw him as this incredible guy with an amazing heart. And yeah, he drove her nuts.

She didn't realize she was staring until Jonathon caught her. Nancy could see his smirk even halfway across the gym. Then again, it was impossible not to see. Hell, it practically lit up the entire room. Jonathon wasn't content with exchanging glances and smiles. He wanted to grab her by the waist and dance with her.

So, of course, when the next slow song came on, he brushed passed the group of middle school boys eyeing Nancy and asked her:

"Would you like to dance?"

"No," Nancy said, a grin playing on her lips, "I'd love to,"

Jonathon placed his hands carefully on her waist. It was odd how he could fight a monster from another dimension with this girl, but get nervous dancing with her. Nancy recognized his timid behavior.

"A little closer," She told him, just as she had done with Dustin, "A little more,"

Jonathon let out a short, airy laugh.

"Okay, maybe just a little closer," Nancy said. Jonathon obliged and took another baby step closer.

Neither of them really acknowledged that there was a song playing. The world around them -every person, every noise- was seemingly faded.

"You look...pretty," Jonathon said, "Really pretty, actually,"

Nancy smiled at him, "So do you,"

"Pretty? That's the word you're going to go with?" Jonathon said with a chuckle. His laugh wasn't out of nervousness this time.

"Mhm,"

Nancy laid her head on his chest as they swayed to the music, and for once, Jonathon didn't panic. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and tried to memorize everything about her in this moment: the way her hair smelled, the way she moved so smoothly, how soft her skin felt against his, the feeling of her breaths, slow and warm, against his skin.

It might not have been under perfect circumstances that they got to this point, but that didn't matter anymore. To Jonathon and Nancy, this was perfect.