Luke Ross stared nervously at his own reflection. It was Friday night. The night of the ball. The night that could make or break his relationship with Michelle Atkinson. Normally he wouldn't try so hard for a girl but this girl was special. Exactly what was special about her, he didn't know. He ran a comb through his hair and spritzed a bit of body spray on himself before going down stairs.
"Luke!" Christina Ross, his mother, screeched. "We leave in 5 minutes, where is your date?!"
"I'm going to get her now."
"Well hurry up. You look nice by the way."
He stepped into the elevator and headed down to Michelle's floor. He turned the corner and continued walking until he reached her apartment. This is it. He thought. He held his breath and knocked on the door. Michelle's twin brother, Adam answered the door. "Are you Luke?" He asked. "Yeah. You must be Michelle's twin." He replied. "No I'm her father. Of course I'm her twin, I look just like her!" He exclaimed. Sarcasm must run in the family. He thought. "No listen, I'm 2 minutes older than Chelly which makes me her big brother and as her big brother it is my duty to murder you if you so much as-" He started but was cut off by Michelle. "Um, guys." She said awkwardly.
Luke's POV
She stood at the top of her stairs, watching her brother threaten me. Her hair half up, half down in two meeting waterfall braids. She wore a ruffled strapless purple dress that reached just above her knees with a black cardigan draped over her shoulders. She was also wearing strappy black heels which made her taller but still shorter than me. In place of her usual thick eyeliner and dark eye shadow, she wore light, shimmery white eye shadow and deep pink lipstick. "Wow..." I gawked. She blushed a bit and folded her arms conservatively. "I don't know about this...I've never dressed like this before." She said. "You look great. We're gonna be late so lets go." I rushed.
She slowly walked down the stairs, trying not to fall in her high heels. "Oh come on!" I said, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her down the rest of the stairs. Her brother just shook his head.
I put her down and walked silently with her to the elevator. "You look nice." I complimented. Nice was an understatement. She looked hot. More than hot! she looked beautiful. I've called lots of girls beautiful but until now I never knew the true meaning of beauty. Oh god, WHAT AM I SAYING!? "Thanks..." She said blushing. Don't people only blush around their crush? The elevator dinged and opened to my apartment. She gasped. "You LIVE here?" She asked. "Yup!" I exclaimed cockily. "Finally you two are here!" Cried my mom. Ravi was in his night suit with Clara and Emma was in some fancy dress clinging onto some guy. Zuri stood by mom and dad in one of her princess dresses. "I'm Emma." Emma told her, holding her hand out with a big smile. "I'm Michelle, its nice to meet you!" She answered, shaking her hand politely. "She's pretty. Its a shame this just part of a bet." Emma said, following everyone else into the elevator.
We arrived at the building the ball was being held at. We all filed out of the limo and headed inside. As we did this I noticed that all the couples were holding hands so I decided to make a move on Michelle. I slowly creeped my arm around her and watched the irksome look on her face appear. She looked back at my parents, who were smiling at us, and decided to let it slide.
As I expected, the party was very fancy. Everyone headed off in different directions. Me and Michelle hit the buffet table first. "Ugh, I hate these shoes!" She groaned, stuffing chocolate covered cherries in her mouth. "This suit isn't exactly comfortable, either!" I replied. I sort of expected her to be excited about all the celebrities around us but she wasn't. The only reason I wasn't is because with parents like mine, you can meet any celebrity, any time! "Aren't you excited about all the celebrities here?" I asked.
"No. They're all dumb teen heart throbs."
"You don't like Justin Bieber?"
"No."
"One Direction?"
"No."
"I thought every girl likes them."
"You have a lot to learn about the female population, my friend."
"Not everyone here is a teen heart throb. See look, there's Megan Fox."
"Oh sorry. I meant teen heart throbs and attention whores."
"Did you just insult my woman?"
"I believe I did."
"Its on!"
I scooped up a handful of melon balls and launched them at her. She grinned and threw a piece of chocolate cake at my face. We smiled broadly as we continued our little food fight. I dumped pink lemonade on her hair. "Its all over when you touch the hair!" She laughed, throwing an entire pie at my face.
"LUKE ROSS!" My mom screeched. "BOTH OF YOU, GO CLEAN UP!" She finished.
"We'll be talking about a punishment later, Luke!" Added dad.
Michelle and I walked to the bathroom, laughing. We went into separate bathrooms and cleaned up. I didn't do much, just wiped the cake off my suit and rinsed my face. When she came out I could tell she didn't either. Everything was left a mess except her face and parts of her dress. "I guess we should go back out." I said quietly. She nodded and followed me back towards the ball room. A few minutes later, the song The Only Exception by Paramore came on and everyone started pairing off for a slow dance. We both stood awkwardly, facing away from each other. "May I have this dance?" I asked finally, holding out my hand. She seemed hesitant. "Come on. We'l be the only ones not dancing." I coaxed. After a moment more of thinking, she took my hand.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. She clung tightly to me with her arms wrapped around my neck and her head resting on my shoulder. I guess that means she likes it. I don't know, I've never slow danced with a girl before. She was sort of just hanging on to me, letting me drag her around. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "I don't know how to dance." She admitted. "Follow my lead." I instructed.
Our bodies moved in sync with the music. She swayed her hips and moved her feet in just the right ways.
"This doesn't mean I like you, okay?" She whispered.
"Awh. I'm disappointed."
"Shut up."
"No."
"Now you sound like me."
I decided to take a wild risk. I spun her around and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back. It was great. I felt fireworks exploding inside of me. I've kissed a girl before but it never felt like this. I pushed her against the wall, trying to take it from just a kiss to a make out session. It seemed like it was working. We were kissing for a solid 30 seconds before she wriggled out of my grasp and ran away.
Why, why, WHY was this girl so complicated?
