A/N: Okay, so HSM3 has been out for a looong time now but I'm still a bit miffed that Disney decided to go in a more RyanxKelsi direction (tho, I do like the pairing, too) this time around instead of the JasonxKelsi direction they've hinted at in the 2 previous movies. Yeesh, confusing much? And I was expecting (and hoping for) more Jelsi goodness, too! *pout* But anyways, thank you for all the wonderful and encouraging reviews! You guys are absolutely the best! :) :)
On a Night Like This by Dave Barnes
Rating: K
Word Count: 365
"Still here? It's almost 6, you know," a warm voice pipes up teasingly behind you.
You smile and stop scribbling on your music sheets. You now who it is even without turning. "Speak for yourself," you feel him plop down beside you on the piano bench. Scrunching your face in mock disgust you whine, "And eww! You're all sweaty,"
He laughs as he retrieves your sheets from you despite your very vocal protests. "I'm damp from taking a shower. Not sweaty," He shoves your work in your bag and you slap his arm almost half-heartedly. "Now come on Kels, I'm taking you home,"
You glare at him as you rearrange and smoothen the now crumpled papers but you follow him out of the music room anyway. "Hey! Wait up!" You squeak as he jogs the whole length of East High's corridor, his boisterous laughter bouncing around the empty hallway. "Jase!"
He walks you to your house, despite the fact that you both live in opposite directions. He shortens his stride so that the two of you can walk side by side. You tease him and he teases you back. You talk about the newest improvements you've made to Twinkle Towne before he came and interrupted you. He is enthusiastic and optimistic about their chances in winning the championship. You both laugh.
And when the two of you get to your front porch, he reaches out to softly touch your cheek and you feel the warmth from his fingers. He leans in a fraction of an inch and whispers goodbye. You almost forget to reply but when his touch leaves your cheek, you are jolted into action though you are still speechless and instead, opt to shyly wave at him.
You watch him jauntily walk away; watch him until you cannot discern him from the darkness. When you are absolutely sure that he is nowhere in sight, you release a breath you did not even know you were holding and shake your head in amazement. "What a clown," you say to no one in particular.
Nevertheless, as you enter your house, you absently cup the cheek he has touched, hoping to preserve the still lingering heat.
… On a night like this
I could fall in love
I could fall in love with you…