Back and forth I swung on my ancient swing that lay cryptically in my large backyard. The wind softly kissed my cheeks every time I elevated into the sky. Swing was so much fun, it was like I finally learned how to fly.'

I heard the chime of the grandfather clock from inside my house. I heard the wind pick up as the leaves below me ruffled wildly. Footsteps were heard, clearly headed my way.

"Dear child! Stop swinging!" my mother cried as I jumped off the swing during its climax and landed in the pile of leaves that formed.

My mother grabbed a hold of my six-year-old body and pulled (more like dragged) me into the house. In my room my mother dressed me up in a frilly green dress and put my hair up into a bun with thread of hair trailing out to the sides of my face. I ran out before she could dare to put any makeup on me. I was only six for goodness sakes!

I was about to get back onto the swing once again but in the middle of my stampede I hit something and pretty hard. I fell down clutching my shoulder in pain, and looked up to see Ryoma, who was surprisingly clutching his shoulder as well.

"Ryoma!" I squealed getting up quickly, "Are you okay? I'm sorry!"

He looked up at me, "Neh, I am fine, are you okay?"

I nodded immediately in response. Even if it did hurt I would never admit it. I was a big girl. Besides, he was the most stubborn, hard headed boy anyone could meet; in which he would take it on his clumsiness.

"Why are you here so early?" I asked in pure curiosity because the party started at 6:30.

"Well my mom and dad wanted to come home early to help out, even if we are already dressed up." He grumbled. It looked like he didn't want to be at this party either.

"Go on," my mother ushered, "Dance with Ryoma."

I crossed my six-year-old arms and pouted, "But I don't want to mommy!" I wailed in my baby green dress I had on from before. My mom tucked a piece of my dark blue wavy locks behind my ear, she had prepared my curling iron especially for this evening. I adverted my gaze and glanced at Ryoma. He wore a tuxedo suit, making him look mature for his young delicate age of only six. But his hair was as messier as ever, just the way I liked it.

It looked as if his mom was bugging him too, by the looks of his face. I guess I wasn't the only one who was being irritated on our parent's embarrassing behavior.

We were only friends, nothing more. Bedsides, he was a day older than I and was always teasing about it.

Like I said, just friends. I turned to my mom, "No. No dancing." I finalized my answer. I thought, how could she do such a thing? No matter, he plans are shattered without my cooperation (which wasn't going very well.)

I sat on a stool, completely bored and horrified at the fact that my mom desperately wanted my to dance… let alone with Ryoma! Not that I had anything against him, sure he was cute and all-- but I didn't even want to go there.

'Bleh' was all I could say to that.

My answer is not-

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, the opposite of the one that I had injured earlier. I turned and was going to repeat my answer to my mother, though was shocked to see that it was the same one and only Ryoma, his green eyes bored into my deep gold ones, mine were filled with surprise and his was filled with nervousness.

"K-Kayla?" I raised an eyebrow in reply. "Will you d-dance with me?" He finally blabbed out. I didn't know what came over me and my self-denial state but I took his outstretched hand and said, "Sure"

And from there we walked onto the dance floor.

I heard a few 'Awes' here and there as we were soon crowded by huge gowns from the other ladies dancing. We started to sway with the crowd until a new softer music came up so suddenly.

He would twirl me around every so often. On my face an outstretched smile was plastered. Soon enough out eyes connected, we were staring back into one another's eyes. I noticed that he was slightly smirking, how odd, somehow he found this arrangement amusing. I rolled my eyes, taking it off of his for a moment. He only chuckled and twirled me sharper and quicker. I tipped back so my heel turned instead of the traditional footwork.

He caught me just as quick as the swirl began. I laughed lightly and started getting more energetic in the choreography that was required.

Soon the song was getting to its resolution. Too soon to make me content. I could dance the entire night with twinkle toes (I called him that occasionally).

He leaned down to my ear as we were swaying slowly, "Well, the song is coming to an end-" you can skip the part the states the obvious "-But this wont the last time we meet, I can guarantee you that, Kayla-" I rolled my eyes, I didn't plan on moving anytime soon "And in due time, I will see you in the courts."

I rolled my eyes mocking his smirk, not noticing both of our parents were taking pictures of us non-stop.

The song ended and I curtsied while he bowed slightly. We walked to our parents (who were in a tight circle together). They broke apart and smiled maliciously with a small, but noticeable, gleam twinkling in each of their eyes. They both hurried and caught a picture of up standing next to each other. Right when Ryoma told me s hilarious joke.

Then I realized our hands were intertwined together, and I blushed deeply before faking a yawn; stretching while covering my mouth.

This will be definitely a night to remember.