Tonight was the dance.

I had no idea anything could be so horrible. For one thing, I had to wear a suit or tux or whatever it was called. Mine was black with a black skinny tie, and black dress shoes. Feli's clothes were similar, except his tux was white with a white bow tie, a black button up shirt, white shoes, and an almost silver (because it was sort of sparkly) fedora. If he wasn't careful, he could've blinded someone. We were almost opposites, just like in personality. I grimaced the entire time I had to wait for him to get ready because I'm a much faster and more careless dresser. But as soon as he came out, he was so happy and excited, I couldn't help but feel a little glad to see Feli so happy.

I insisted I drive over because he was waaaaaay too jumpy to handle the car. We got to the school at 7 sharp, just when the dance was to start. The campus had candles everywhere, hidden inside multi colored lanterns. Everybody was outside the gym waiting for Feliciano to open it. And as soon as he did, you could hear the music playing loudly.

Inside the gym was not what I had expected. For one thing, there was a disco ball. I didn't know student council could afford such an atrocity. It was pretty dark, but you could see tables for people to sit and talk and a long table with drinks and some small food items. Also hanging were streamers of sorts, and the ceiling was coated with balloons. There were even cherry blossoms all over the walls. Fully bloomed ones. Clearly a lot of effort was put in by Feliciano, more than he put into his school work. He was so happy.

The music kind of sucked. It was some dumb hip hop, with an occasional alternative song which made me feel better about it. However, as I walked amongst the people, I could hear whispers.

"Look! It's Feli's brother!

"I can't believe he actually came!"

"I thought he hated this stuff!"

"Poor kid, didn't he almost die?" Every new comment sickened me.

But there was one voice I recognized out of the crowd.

"Hola! Buenas Noches, Lovino!" Damn it. It was Antonio. His smile this time was pure. Pure joy, pure happiness. Not a hint of pity. He was followed closely by his two friends, Gilbert and Francis. Antonio wore (god help him) a BLUE tuxedo, with matching blue shoes and a bow tie. Not just any shade either, LIGHT BLUE. I didn't know people could wear such things. However, he didn't care my grimace at his clothes. He was just really glad to see me.

People started filling the dance floor, which was my queue to slip away. Antonio and his friends got distracted by some girls talking to them, so I walked over to the refreshment table and got a drink. I leaned up against the back of the wall and observed, trying my hardest to make any sense out of this night. I saw Feliciano. He was such a terrible dancer, it made me laugh to myself. Other people were dancing around him, while he was attempting to get his friends to join him. He must've dragged them out there with him, because they weren't doing much themselves. But I saw something that amazed me.

As a slower song came on, Feliciano took Ludwig's hand. I swear, I didn't know the german He-Man could blush as he started awkwardly dancing with Feliciano. They held both hands and sort of sway-danced. I guess the german had a thing for Feli. Never would've guessed. I had no clue where his asian friend went, though. But then I saw Antonio. He was dancing with some girl, I think it was Bella, the vice president. She was extremely enjoying it, but despite Antonio's grin, I don't think he felt any different about it. He was happy, but not like the girl was. I just kept leaning and sipping.

Stupid dance.