One night is not an option.

I walk up and placed my bid. 50 gallons (sp?) that was really high, didn't this any on could beat me, I was right. Lily walk back to the table with my, looking at me like I was some other species. Was it that strange to place a 50 gallon bid on her? Did I make it look desperate? Well o.k. every one else place a gallon or two, but that was their choice, and I wanted to let lily know I cared. She said

"Ah James? Would you like to dance?" It was more of a mumble like she wasn't sure of herself around me. I was defiantly sure around her, my hand's weren't shaking for once, nor was my voice.

"Sure!" I smiled, making it known that there was no mistake in the one I had picked. I lead her to the floor, and held her close, moving to the slow music. She let me lead.

"James?" she whispered after a while.

"Yes Lily?"

"Are you sure you wanted me?"

"Lily you have no idea how sure I am! I've wanted to well be with you for as long as I can remember."

"Oh."

"James?"

"Yes Lily?"

"I won't become your flavor of the week."

"I don't intend to make you one."

"Promise?"

"I swear it on the grave of god Lily."