"Alright, Alright it's a hell of a feeling though"
Everyone at White Pines High had a label. Whether you agreed with yours or not it didn't matter. That is what defined you. Not that anyone cared. Alejandro Burromuerto was labeled as a punk. He had tattoos, piercings, had a monochromatic wardrobe, and always seemed to have a leather jacket. However Heather Smith was the complete opposite. She was a pastel, flower-crown wearing girl. She wasn't shy, but the color pallet was just pleasing to the eye. For this she was lumped with the shy quiet types. This was why Alejandro had chosen her.
It was a Thursday when Alejandro had first approached Heather. He just assumed that the way she dressed and her label was really how she was. Oh how was he wrong. He tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned around her pastel blue mini skirt swished.
"Yes?"
"Hey cara de muñeca how bout you and me go round back and see what happens"
"How bout you turn around and walk yourself off of a cliff? How does that sound?"
Heather turned back around and continued chatting with her friend. Alejandro didn't know what to say. Usually people would have agreed. His whole look either scared people or aroused them. Either one was good for him. The only way he fit his label was his exterior. The same seemed to be the case with Heather. She was a fiery one indeed. That served for more of a challenge. Boy did Alejandro like a challenge.
The next day he tried again. Alejandro sauntered up to Heather who was now sporting a pair of white overalls and a pastel purple sweater was deep in conversation with her pastel adorned friends. He tapped her on her shoulder yet again. She turned around just as the day before.
"So there is this party tonight that you should go to"
"Why would I want to go?"
"Because I'll be there"
"That is the last thing I'd want to do"
Alejandro was stunned. All her friends seemed shocked as well. He never thought he'd meet someone who could resist his charms, but sure enough she was the one person. Alejandro wanted to say something more but he simply closed his mouth and walked away. Heather turned back to her wide-eyed friends and continued chatting.
Later that night Alejandro stood in a corner with his beer in hand. He was scanning the room… yes he was looking at all the hot chicks, but he really didn't realize was he was looking for Heather. Heather had really debated going. She hadn't been to a party in a long time. In the end she found herself standing in front Lindsey's house. Lindsey always threw the parties that everyone was invited to. Heather had opted out of her pastel attire for the night. Instead she wore her black sequin mini dress. It was quite a chilly night she was thankful that her dress had long sleeves, but it really did nothing for her bare legs. As she knocked on the door she was greeted to Lindsey handing her a red solo cup filled with some alcoholic liquid. Upon further inspection she concluded that it was vodka with some flavoring. She made her way into the room trying not to fall due to all the sweaty, swaying bodies obstructing her path to a couch.
Alejandro was looking throughout the room for Heather. By now he was slightly tipsy enough to admit that he indeed was looking for Heather. However, he expected her to be in her usual pastel attire. He didn't notice her due to this fact. She had walked straight to the couch that was next to him without him even batting an eyelash.
Heather had indeed been looking for him as well. She would never admit that fact but he was the only reason she actually came to this party. She sat down on the couch. Alejandro's black clothes aided him in disappearing. He did indeed disappear. She sat and sipped on her drink.
An hour had passed. Heather had finished her drink and had stood to retrieve another from the kitchen. Alejandro saw this gorgeous girl in tight black mini dress and he could not just let her walk by without trying something. He followed her to wherever she was going. He had finished his beer anyway. Heather had reached the kitchen when she felt hands on her waist. She turned around to face the man. She giggled once she realized that it was Alejandro. She was definitely tipsy after that drink so she said,
"I've been looking for youuuu"
"Oh you have? Why would you be looking for me?"
"Because I think you are hot, and I reeeeeally like you. I am just stubborn and I know what I like and what I want."
"And what is it that you want?"
"I want you to kiss me"
Alejandro was satisfied. She may be tipsy, but alcohol only lets you release your inhibitions. With that he leaned in and connected their lips. However, that is as far as Alejandro was willing to take it that night. He didn't want to take advantage of her. Even though Heather begged for more than just a kiss he wasn't that type of guy. So he picked her up and walked her to his car. He drove her home. On the way she turned on the radio and put it on some crappy pop station. Alejandro groaned. Heather seemed to know this song as she started clapping her hands and flailing excitedly. Then she started screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.
"IT FEELS LIKE WE'VE BEEN LIVIN' IN FAST FORWARD ANOTHER MOMENT PASSING BY UP UP ALL NIGHT THE PARTY'S ENDING BUT IT'S NOW OR NEVER NOBODY'S GOING HOME TONIGHT"
Usually Alejandro would have turned off the radio as soon as he heard any bit of pop stream out his speaker, but there was just something about how enthusiastically Heather was singing made him laugh and want to join in. So he did.
"KATY PERRY'S ON REPLAY SHE'S ON REPLAY DJ GOT THE FLOOR TO SHAKE FLOOR TO SHAKE PEOPLE GOING ALL THE WAY YEAH ALL THE WAY I'M STILL WIDE AWAKE! I WANNA STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND JUMP AROUND UNTIL WE SEE THE SUN"
They had finally reached Heather's house when the song was ending. Heather looked at Alejandro and smiled. She reached her hand up to his cheek and kissed him quickly before retreating to her house. Once inside she sunk to the floor with her back resting on the front door. She inhaled deeply and smiled.
It was now Monday. A weekend had passed since the party. Heather and Alejandro had not talked since. Alejandro walked down the halls towards his locker when he was stopped. Heather stood in his way in her pink skirt swaying slightly. She walked towards him stopping in front of him. She placed her hands on his cheeks stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
