"'Long Live' isn't a slow song," she protested.

"Says who?" Jason replied. Alexxandre stood, unsure what to do. So Jason's hands found hers and placed them on his shoulders, then returned to her waist, holding her close to him. She shook her head but swayed to the music with him.

"Did you know about this whole thing?" She asked him.

"No. Did you?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, do you like it?"

"Not exactly."

"I like it."

There was a silence. Then, "I guess I might too."

The rhythm of the song proved Alexxandre's earlier point, this wasn't a slow song. But the lyrics could have been. Will you take a moment? Promise me this: that you'll stand by me forever.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Thanks. You look nice too."

"Thanks."

Bring on all the pretenders! One day, we will be remembered. And the song was over. Alexxandre pulled her hands away from him and leaned away, but instead of simply letting go of her, he caught one of her hands in his. She hesitated to break away, and in that moment he led her across the room to where the Stolls were.

"Let's dance." He said with an impish grin. The next song had begun, Glad You Came by The Wanted. Everyone was dancing, except Alexxandre. She was just standing while everyone else jumped up and down, singing along. My universe will never be the same. Yeah, it wouldn't. She wasn't sure how it would be different but it definitely would. She figured she might as well play along and dance with her friends. So when the chorus started again, she joined their fun. She actually enjoyed herself, but as the night dragged on, her claustrophobia kicked in so she tried to sneak off again. Kadara didn't notice, on account of the fact that she was having so much fun with her friends. So Alexxandre made it all the way out of the pavilion. She took a deep breath of the night air, threw her head back and laughed at the stars. She could still hear the music. I'm gonna give all my secrets away, this time, don't need another perfect lie, don't care the critics gonna jump in line… She twirled around by herself for a few minutes. The song ended and another song came on, this time a slow one. I miss the sound of your voice, and I miss the rush of your skin. Alexxandre gave up on being the rebel, at least in this moment, tonight, at this unusual party, it was time to be unrealistic. Maybe she was dreaming and maybe she'd wake up in her bedroom, but for now, there couldn't be any harm in letting go of her fear and enjoying the unreal quality of the entire night by doing something she'd never do otherwise. And while she was thinking this she found herself back inside, weaving through the crowd. And then she saw Jason, not far off, and suddenly she knew what she was going to do, with that dreamlike surety when you accept the obvious even if it's so vague. I'd make you believe, I'd make you forget, so come on get higher, loosen my lips.

"Jason!" her voice called out for him, and she heard it turn his head her way, and her eyes met his, and she felt cold, so cold, and he looked warm, so warm, and she wanted to reach him but swaying couples interrupted the space and she lost him. Pull me down hard. And she turned away and rushed ahead, and bumped, looked up, collided, and fell. But he caught her and pulled her up to her feet and then there was a hug. And the hug turned to a dance, and she was swept off in his strong arms to some quiet corner where they danced. She leaned her head on his chest and then there was the pressure of his face on her hair and she almost forgot she wasn't floating but his hands on her hips held her there. I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said. And all this made sense. They danced and the music played and they communicated wordlessly, faith and desire and the swing of your hips. It might seem cliché, but they fit together perfectly. And the clock ticked slowly; and I see angels and devils and god when you come on, hold on. This was all new, fluid, everything might be different, or it could all stay the same, but it was all so wrong, so wrong, so right.

The song ended before they wanted it to, and so did the dreamy feeling. Now everything was so real, so here and now, so awkward. They let go of each other and stepped back, looking anywhere but at the other person. Alexxandre was blushing furiously. "Uhm. Thanks, I guess." She stammered out, then spun on her heel and tried to leave gracefully. Jason, equally dazed, tried to follow but lost her amidst the other campers.

A/N: ugh, I know it's not that good, and I know I've taken way too long to write this and I know its an awful place to stop.

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Yours til the gods fade,

PJatOgirl