WarrenPOV
The evening had passed by in a blur. When we were first confronted by the pink abomination I couldn't help but compare my Jennie to her, and I have to say, Jennie won by far. She showed who she was, not who she wanted to be. I thought that she could stand up for herself, and she did, but I think she was offended that I didn't say anything. That's why, when I sat back down I told her again that she did look beautiful. Yes she didn't have curves, and often looked reminiscent to a scarecrow, but she was pretty in her own way, a more natural way.
When everyone had got up to dance, we fell back into our easy relationship, talking, people watching and so on, at least until they stopped playing that awful pop music. Finally they started playing some of the classics, the songs both Jennie and my mom are always belting out around the house. Halfway into an (admittedly catchy) jumpy tune, Jennie's foot started tapping.
I told her to go dance but she wouldn't, stubborn little thing. A few songs later, she had stopped the tapping and began to hum, very out of key of course, but the tune was recognisable. Eventually, I decided that a few dances couldn't be that bad, well , they could, but I would suffer through it for her, so I quickly found one of the darker areas on the dance floor and dragged Jennie along to dance. And I have to say, it felt so right. Holding Jennie in my arms, just swaying in a vague circle. That's why I kept on dancing, and I say dancing in the loosest sense of the word, when the slow song started playing. As girly and cliché as it sounds, I just wanted to stay there forever, or at least for a while.
When Jennie made her quiet statement, I couldn't help but chuckle at the quiet earnestness in her voice. As I held her so close, I could feel her tense and so confirmed what we were both feeling. As the song was slowing to a halt, I finally stared into the light brown eyes I knew as well as my own. The space between us diminished and we both tilted our heads, hers upwards, mine downwards, until finally our lips met.
As stereotypical as it found, as soon as our lips met, I felt like I was home. It was a perfect kiss, neither to chaste nor too fierce. It was gentle yet passionate, and we stayed like that for what could have been centuries, but I doubt was more than a minute. I revelled in her warmth, as she in mine. Eventually we drew apart and just stood foreheads resting against each other. That's when I knew. Me and Jennie just fit right.
A new song began, a faster more upbeat tune, so we quickly and quietly left the dance floor, returning to our table, where Hippie and Stronghold were canoodling. Knowing they would be too involved in each other to notice anything unusual, I pulled Jennie towards me, so she was practically sat in my lap. Not quite though, because, although that girl hardly weighs a thing, she is very, very bony.
We were close enough to whisper though, and that is what we did.
"So what happens now?"
She seemed almost reluctant to find out the answer. To be honest, so was I. We both know that the two of us suck at relationships in general. In fact, I think she has a T-Shirt somewhere (not one of mine oddly enough) that says 'I don't play well with others'. A truer statement was never said, she likes me, my mom, Jamie and Maj. She finds Hippie tolerable, and can stand to be in the presence of the others. Sometimes. Her longest relationship with a guy, romantically speaking, to date was maybe two months at the most. Mine was three months, with a girl, not a guy.
I realised that I had hesitated too long in my answer, as she gave a pretty good impression of a deer in the headlights and started to babble.
"I mean, I'm not expecting anything, but I was thinking...I don't want this to change anything between us...What if this turns out to be really weird, I mean I like you, have for a while now..But what about you? How do you feel? Do you even feel anything at all? Is the word 'feel' starting to sound really weird now? What if this all goes wrong? Feck, I'm no good at this whole talking thing. Were you freaked out by what happened on the dance floor? I knew I shouldn't have asked you to dance, it's gonna ruin our friendship and it's all my fault. Oh my gosh...feck feck feck feck."
She trailed off, still whispering, but her voice had got higher as she rambled, and she appeared to be talking to herself more than me towards the end. I stood up, grabbed her shoulders, gently of course, and steered her away from the curious eyes of Hippie and Stronghold, who had stopped embracing and were now looking at us both, unable to hear the conversation, but able to see the closeness. Carefully I manoeuvred us both through the throng of couples, past the line of girls queuing for the bathroom, until we were in an empty corridor near the Mad Science labs.
"Chill Jennie, you're going to give yourself an aneurism." Staring into her eyes I stayed quiet as she took deep calming breaths, attempting to keep my mind out of the gutter when I realised I had her backed to a wall, and we were standing extremely close. Finally she was calm, but looked at me, a million and one questions in her eyes.
"First things first, I don't think this is going to change anything between us, it seems too...too natural, to be honest with you. Did it feel weird to you? Because from where I'm standing, if it was weird, it was a good weird. I like you too. Why else would I let someone within my personal bubble? Let alone dance with someone unless I really liked them? Besides, you didn't ask me to dance, I asked you."
We were silent for a few moments, as we both digested what had been said, before I spoke again.
"You know me, I suck at the whole relationship thing. I'm moody, argumentative and I can stay silent for days. But I still like you, and for some unknown reason you like me too." She blushed madly for a moment, and looked down, before meeting my gaze and interrupting me before I continued.
"Yeah you do suck at relationships, but so do I. We're both moody and argumentative, but when you're brooding and silent, I can talk the hind leg off a donkey, although I've never understood that phrase...why is it the back leg and not the front?" I coughed to put her back on track. "Oh yeah...I think I just proved my point actually. Anyway, you can class me as emotionally unstable, so we're both in the same boat on the whole relationship suckingness. Nevertheless, I do like you, you're smart, funny...when you talk at least...you've always been there for me when I needed you, from the day I fell out of the tree up to this very moment. It helps that you're cute as well"
She smirked impishly at the last sentence.
"I appreciate the other stuff, but cute? Really? Can't you think of a more manly adjective? Handsome? Attractive? Hot?"
"Modest too " she quipped, and that was it, we fell again into the easy relationship we had had for so many years. I quickly stole a kiss, and hand in hand we sauntered back into the gym.
When we got back to the table, the two lovebirds had been joined by the rest of the gang. The guys openly stared at our conjoined hands, whilst the girls simply grinned in an almost devious manner. Ignoring them, we sat in our previous places and started up a conversation with Stronghold about next year for me and Jennie. I like that. Me and Jennie. Jennie and me. It fits.
After a while, we danced again, batting away the inquisitive gazes of the others, before the night drew to an end. We caught the bus home and as usual, were some of the last to be dropped off. We were both staying at mine tonight as Jamie was visiting an old friend coughgirlfriendcough, and staying until the next day. My mom met us at the door with a mysterious smile on her face, which turned into a gleeful cackle as she noticed our still united hands. Calming down, she stated;
"I knew it."
Jennie blushed, I grinned and nothing more was said on the matter. Settling on the sofa in our version of pyjamas, (me: pyjama bottoms, Jennie: shorts and a tank top) under a blanket, with a cheesy movie on the box and with an arm wrapped around my girl. I couldn't help but grin. This is what life should be like.
Later on, after numerous comments about Harrison Ford's age, and the how gross it would be to sleep with someone that your father had also slept with, not to mention wondering how you can get lost in a museum, we finally succumbed to sleep. Jennie surrendered to the sandman first, before the tank fell off the cliff, whilst I vaguely remembered my mom turning off the TV and the light, as well as tucking the blanket tighter around us.
Finally my eyes slipped shut, barely registering the uncomfortable sofa, or the crick in my neck I was sure to get, but being very aware of the girl lying next to me in my arms.
Sweet Dreams.
Hey all! I'm still writing, been on holiday though, so no internet, but it did mean I have enough time to write a few chappies. Here's the first, and hopefully, the next will be up in a few hours :)
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