Yeah, update, this chap is part of the bash, the next chap is the rest of the bash, I have to chap 12 written, I think, its amazing how much writting I can get done at soccer camp! I dont own any of the songs mentioned, none of htem, no matter how much I wish I could. Now read and the sooner you all review, the sooner I update:)
Eric stood outside Sara's house. It was the night of the Bash and he was picking everyone up, well, his mom was driving. Peter and Michelle were already in the car, he was just waiting for someone to answer the door.
As he waited he looked down at what he was wearing. His tight jeans were stone washed and led to a pair of Adidas shoes. His black Michael Jackson (RIP MJ T_T) Tee shirt was under a pastel blue jacket with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. A single fingerless glove and a metal watch completed his look.
Suddenly Sara's mom opened the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Sidle, is Sara ready?" he asked.
"She'll be down in a minute" she replied. Dan walked up behind her and whispered something to her. Mrs. Sidle nodded and walked back into the house.
"Lets talk, Eric" Dan addressed the boy.
"Alright" Eric nodded. Dan sat on the top step and Eric sat next to him.
"Listen, Eric, I trust you, so this is going to be short" Dan started. "If you hurt her in anyway, you will have to deal with me, got it?"
"I know, Dan. I would never hurt her" Eric told him just as the door opened again. They both stood up and turned around.
Eric's attention was instantly locked onto Sara. She was wearing a denim miniskirt, it was longer then what he had seen other girls wear, but he had never seen her in a skirt. Under the skirt was a pair of black leggings that stopped a few inches before reaching her red converse high tops. Her Pat Benatar shirt hung off her shoulders and a best friend necklace hung around her neck, Michelle had the other half. On her wrist was the stripped neon slap bracelet she always wore. As always she had her came in her right hand.
"You look great, Sara" he said.
"Thanks" she blushed.
"Have fun, be back by ten" Mrs. Sidle told them.
"Bye Mama" Sara said before Eric led her to the car. He opened the door for her and followed her inside before his mom drove off.
Within five minutes they pulled up to the pier. The bash was always held around the pier. It started at five and went to nine, but most of the kids went to the ice cream bar afterwards.
Eric looked up and down the sand. About half of their grade was already there and he could pick out faces. About ten yards from the pier was the woodpile that was going to be the bonfire when the Bash started. Just under the pier a DJ was playing Funky Town by Lips Inc. About half of the people who had already shown up were dancing along.
At the edge of the sand were tables filled with food. The few teachers who had been forced to chaperone were standing around the table, their eyes constantly on the punch.
"Come on," Peter said, leading them onto the sand.
Within ten minutes the rest of their class had shown up and the dance area was swarming with people. The DJ stopped the music when The Guess Who's American Woman ended. Everyone whined until he started Talking.
"Yo! Eighth graders of South East Middle School" he started. Everybody cheered. "So, we're really going to start this night right. Mr. Matt, light that fire!"
The principal of the middle school, Mr. Matthews, scowled and lit a match before throwing it onto the pile of wood. All of the students cheered, a few of the jocks catcalled.
"Now, are you ready to rock this beach?" the DJ asked. The students cheered again. "So lets start with a song everyone knows, here is Tommy Tutones 867-5309" he finished before starting the song.
Jenny, Jenny who can I turn to.
The kids started dancing on the flattened area of sand that served as the dance area, most were singing along.
You give me something I can hold onto.
A few more dance songs played before a slower song turned on.
"Come on, Sara, lets dance" Eric said to Sara, holding her hand.
"Why?" she replied.
"Because that's what most people do a dances. We'll stay on the edges" he promised.
"I can't dance" she told him.
"You'll be fine, just follow my lead" he assured her.
"Okay" she grinned and let him lead her to the edge of the mass of couples.
He slid his arms around her waist and she slipped hers around his neck. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and breather in the scent that was distinctly his.
She let him lead her in small circles as they danced.
"Are you having fun?" he whispered in her ear.
"Definitely" she replied, smiling at him.
"Good" he said, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear before lightly kissing her temple.
They were suddenly interrupted as YMCA turned on. Young man, there's no need to feel down. Sara turned to leave the area, but Eric grabbed her wrist.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
"Stay, I'll teach you the moves" he told her. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town. There's no need to be unhappy.
"Okay" she agreed. Young man, there's a place you can go.
He stood behind her and held both wrists. I said, young man, when you're short on your dough. She instantly tensed up as he gripped them. You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find.
"Let me move your arms" he told her when he noticed the tensing. Many ways to have a good time. She relaxed and let him led her again.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
Eventually the song ended and Eric led Sara to the food tables as Another One Bites the Dust started to play.
"You want punch?" he asked her.
"Sure" she replied. Mrs. Yatco, their seventh grade science teacher who was in charge of the punch, spooned some of the punch into a cup for them.
"So, you two having fun?" she asked them as she spooned the drink.
"Yes, ma'am" Eric grinned.
"You here together?" she continued.
"Yes" Sara shyly replied.
"Good for you" the teacher smiled.
"Thank you" they said together before walking off.
"Lets go find Peter and Michelle" Sara suggested.
"Okay" Eric agreed.
"No need" Peters voice said from behind them.
"Where have you two been?" Michelle asked.
"Danced a little and got some punch" Eric told them, holding his cup up a bit.
"What about you two?" Sara added.
"We were dancing as well" Peter answered.
"Let's go sit down" Eric said. The sun was completely down and the Bash was lit up by nothing but the bonfire and stars.
"Where?" Sara replied.
He didn't reply, instead he just pulled her hand slightly.
As they walked the wound of their classmates and the music both got quieter.
"Here's good" he suddenly stepped and sat down. Sara sat down next to him. He slid his arm around her waist and she leaned into him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only noise was Thriller playing in the background.
They listened as the song changed from Michael Jackson to You're the One That I Want from the movie Grease.
"Tonight's beautiful" Eric whispered.
"Describe it to me" Sara suddenly replied a few moments later. "Like you would a person who could see."
"Well, it must be a new moon, because the moon is nowhere in sight. The amount of stars is breathtaking, however.
"The water is calm, low-tide, and pitch black because of the sky. There are no clouds in the sky and a slight breeze is rippling the water as it moves off the water.
"The main light source is the bonfire. It is lighting everything up, but is creating large shadows at the same time.
"Its beautiful, but what really makes it beautiful is the person sitting next to me" he finished using his free hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
"Eric" she whispered. He turned to face her. She was facing the water, the breeze blowing in her hair. "What do I look like?" she turned to face him. Her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and wonder.
"You are the most beautiful person I know" he started. "Your hair is brown, thick, and a bit on the curly side. Your skin is kinda pale, but with plenty of freckles. You are one of the tallest kids in our grade, your even taller then Peter. Your smile can lighten up any room and the gap between your front two teeth make it uniquely yours.
"But what really makes you stand out are your eyes. They are brown, paled from the blindness, but still hold every one of your emotions in their depths. I feel like I could fall into them and never find my way out" he finished telling her. Her head hung as if she was watching the sand. He lifted her chin and wiped a tear from her cheek before kissing her.
So, do you like it? oh, and if anyone has any suggestions about the fashion, please help me, I am a kid of the 90s, so I have no idea what they would have worn except what I looked up, cause I wanted some accuracy, now, review, please:)