As you probably know, I do not own the song "Iris". The Goo Goo Dolls do, and it is on the album "Dizzy Up the Girl". They are an incredible band, and I highly recommend their music, particularly this song.
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The club was already packed when they arrived. Lita tried to pull Scott out onto the dance floor, but he stubbornly planted himself in one place at the bar. Lita rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I need to run to the bathroom real quick. Can you go ahead and order me a-"
"Shirley Temple with extra cherries?" he asked her smiling.
She rolled her eyes again, and Scott noticed what an enchanting shade of brown they were, deep, but not too dark. "I guess you know me too well, huh?" Lita asked him.
He shrugged, and Amy didn't notice the brief sadness that flashed behind his smile. "I guess so."
Scott ordered and paid for their drinks and quickly downed his as he waited for Amy to get back. The song "Hot in Herre" had been playing for a couple of minutes when she rejoined him at the bar.
"Come on," she grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the bar stool. "This is a great song. You've gotta come dance with me."
"To this decadent mainstream degenerate music?" he asked her increduously. "I think not."
"Oh, come on. Okay, so it's got stupid lyrics, but it's a good song for dancing. Anyway, for me?" she pleaded.
"Fine," he agreed walking out to the floor with her. Amy thought she heard him mutter something along the lines of "evil corrupting temptress woman knows I can't dance" under his breath, but the music was so loud that she couldn't be sure.
Just at the moment that they had made it onto the dance floor, the song ended. "You're welcome for the dance," Raven told her as he tried to make a quick getaway. A slow song began to play at that moment. "Not so fast," Amy told him as she pulled him back onto the floor. She stubbornly wrapped her arms around his neck. "You owe me a dance."
He looked down at her and his breath caught in his throat. His nervousness about dancing in front of other people quickly melted away, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
As the song "Iris" played, they circled slowly together, swaying so gently it hardly appeared they were moving. Raven laid his head down on Amy's shoulder and closed his eyes, breathing in the clean smell of her hair, trying to lock this moment in his mind, so he'd always be able to remember the time he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with his best friend.
When the song ended, Lita looked up at him contently. "That wasn't so awful, was it?" she asked, tugging on a strand of hair that had fallen down over his eyebrow.
"Not at all," he told her softly.
"Don't suppose I could convince you to risk another one?" she asked hopefully.
He laughed. "No, I've more than fulfilled my quota for the night. I think I'll just hang out over there at the bar and watch you dance, if that's all right with you."
She shooked her head, red curls flying all over the place. "It's not all right with me...but go ahead anyway."
Amy smiled as she watched her friend walk away. She was still slightly intoxicated from the last few minutes they had spent in each other's arms. He was so strong, and she'd felt so safe and protected... "Get over it," she told herself sharply. "He just sees you as a friend."
Trying to take her mind off more serious matters, Amy threw herself wildly into the dance, a new, fast song having just come on. At the bar, Raven ordered himself another drink.
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The club was already packed when they arrived. Lita tried to pull Scott out onto the dance floor, but he stubbornly planted himself in one place at the bar. Lita rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I need to run to the bathroom real quick. Can you go ahead and order me a-"
"Shirley Temple with extra cherries?" he asked her smiling.
She rolled her eyes again, and Scott noticed what an enchanting shade of brown they were, deep, but not too dark. "I guess you know me too well, huh?" Lita asked him.
He shrugged, and Amy didn't notice the brief sadness that flashed behind his smile. "I guess so."
Scott ordered and paid for their drinks and quickly downed his as he waited for Amy to get back. The song "Hot in Herre" had been playing for a couple of minutes when she rejoined him at the bar.
"Come on," she grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the bar stool. "This is a great song. You've gotta come dance with me."
"To this decadent mainstream degenerate music?" he asked her increduously. "I think not."
"Oh, come on. Okay, so it's got stupid lyrics, but it's a good song for dancing. Anyway, for me?" she pleaded.
"Fine," he agreed walking out to the floor with her. Amy thought she heard him mutter something along the lines of "evil corrupting temptress woman knows I can't dance" under his breath, but the music was so loud that she couldn't be sure.
Just at the moment that they had made it onto the dance floor, the song ended. "You're welcome for the dance," Raven told her as he tried to make a quick getaway. A slow song began to play at that moment. "Not so fast," Amy told him as she pulled him back onto the floor. She stubbornly wrapped her arms around his neck. "You owe me a dance."
He looked down at her and his breath caught in his throat. His nervousness about dancing in front of other people quickly melted away, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
As the song "Iris" played, they circled slowly together, swaying so gently it hardly appeared they were moving. Raven laid his head down on Amy's shoulder and closed his eyes, breathing in the clean smell of her hair, trying to lock this moment in his mind, so he'd always be able to remember the time he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with his best friend.
When the song ended, Lita looked up at him contently. "That wasn't so awful, was it?" she asked, tugging on a strand of hair that had fallen down over his eyebrow.
"Not at all," he told her softly.
"Don't suppose I could convince you to risk another one?" she asked hopefully.
He laughed. "No, I've more than fulfilled my quota for the night. I think I'll just hang out over there at the bar and watch you dance, if that's all right with you."
She shooked her head, red curls flying all over the place. "It's not all right with me...but go ahead anyway."
Amy smiled as she watched her friend walk away. She was still slightly intoxicated from the last few minutes they had spent in each other's arms. He was so strong, and she'd felt so safe and protected... "Get over it," she told herself sharply. "He just sees you as a friend."
Trying to take her mind off more serious matters, Amy threw herself wildly into the dance, a new, fast song having just come on. At the bar, Raven ordered himself another drink.