Dancing
Cheap flashing lights in primary colours, a juice bowl, and the stench of adolescent bodies as they jumped endlessly in one spot. It was to be expected- they were at a school dance.
Rachel crossed her arms, conscious of the defensive stance, and felt a smile tug at her lips. Watching them, unbothered by how they appeared in their elation, it never failed to make her laugh. She enjoyed those moments. Even if they were not peaceful. She made the peace on her own accord.
"Mad, aren't they?" His voice was a welcome distraction.
"Only a little," she grinned.
It felt unnatural to have such a genuine smile on her face. But it was welcome, all the same.
Eddie continued to stare at her, while she watched the students. "Need some air?"
She followed him outside. The cool air was refreshing, even as she shivered slightly, and she watched him step down the stone onto the car park. Rachel traced his steps, unsure of why she did.
The beat of the music was still heard. It pulsated against the brick walls, a noisy but cheerful distraction. Neither heard; they were talking. Discussing all those little things about themselves. Not once stopping until the reverberating stopped, and a slow melody began to play.
Eddie held out his hand, too hopeful for his own good. "Want to dance?"
Perhaps she was also too optimistic. "Yes, of course."
Yet, when the song had finished, neither stepped away. It seemed too cruel and unnecessary. So, they stayed there.