Adam's POV
When Adam looked up, it felt as if his stomach had dropped to his feet. Was he looking at an angel? He couldn't move or say anything. She had paralyzed him by her beauty. The smell of perfume tickled his nose and all he could do was stare and think to himself: 'I don't deserve her. She looks amazing! My outfit still isn't good enough. I should go home and change. Why can't I move?'
"I-I-Hey, Backy, I mean Becker, I mean. Hey," said Adam, almost inaudible. 'Pull yourself together, Adam!'
She didn't say anything to him. She almost looked like she was about to cry.
Becky's POV
Butterflies filled her stomach. She looked him up and down. His brown hair was done differently in a way his bangs hovered over his eyes. His brown eyes were brought out by his bangs. He looked so handsome standing there in front of her. She was so attracted to him at that moment. But he didn't say anything to her for a long time. He just stared at her with a terrified look on his face.
'Oh no, he must think I look atrocious. That's why he's not saying anything! He's too good for me and I'm not good enough for him.'
Becky couldn't help but want to cry. She turned away to close the door
General POV
Adam saw that she was almost crying and was about to close the door. He couldn't let his angel get away from him. He gathered up the strength to un-paralyze himself and grabbed her hand. A spark went through both of them. She looked at him and smiled; he looked back at her and smiled.
"Hey, Becky, sorry, I get tongue tied just by looking at you. You look amazing tonight."
"You don't look too bad yourself, Adam."
Adam stared into Becky's blue eyes that seem to capture him. He would never look away.
Becky gazed back into Adam's eyes. She looked down and their hands were still holding onto each others. Her hand has never felt more relaxed.
Adam, realizing that they had better start leaving before her parents stopped them, broke the moment first.
"We better get going, Becky or we're going to be late."
"And where are you taking me, Mr. Torres?"
"You'll see."
"Is this the part where I assume you're kidnapping me?" Becky said playfully.
"If I could, I would never let you go," said Adam with a giant grin on his face.
This made Becky turn pink in the face. Adam started to lead her out the door but she was so focused on their hands still together that she tripped over the door frame. Hearing her high pitch squeal, he turned around in time to catch her. Their faces were centimeters apart. Wisps of Becky's hair were over her eyes. A gust of perfume hit Adam's nose and he was completely intoxicated. He could feel her shaky, hot breath on his face as he noticed her saturated watermelon lips were a millimeter from his and he could almost taste it. Becky couldn't help but notice that Adam had freckles. She had never been this close to him before. His body was so strong and smelled of Old Spice with a hint of axe. She never wanted him to let her go.
Adam wanted to kiss her so bad at that moment but he knew it had to be another time, another place.
"You okay? I know that door frame came out of nowhere," said Adam jokingly. He propped her up to where she was standing up by herself.
"Yeah, it just grabbed my foot I guess," said Becky returning the joke already missing Adam's embrace.
"Alright, well you better hold my hand tighter in case you trip over some side walk cracks or something," said Adam with a smile.
"Good thinking, Adam. Safety first," replied Becky. She was more than excited to put her hand back into Adam's. It just felt so right