(A/N: Another Ella chapter coming soon, followed by another Angel one. Don't worry!)
Swing
Song: The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson
Maximum
Dylan pulls me through the streets of the seedy Mexican town that we were staying in, knocking over some fruit carts stationed abandoned.
"Where I we going?" I demand.
"You'll see!" he shouts. Then, we dart down a shady alley, and a faint colored light reached my eyes. Then, smooth guitar starts playing from nowhere. Dylan's eyes shine bluer-than-blue as he holds his hand out.
"Dance with me?" he asks. Suspicious, I take put my hand in his and he cradles it carefully, putting his other hand on my waist gently. We start to sway slowly to the beat of the music. His hair shines like dark gold.
"Surprised?" he whispers into my ear. I pull back, and nod a little. But then I put my head on his shoulder, and we swing to the music for as long as we need, not saying a word to each other.
But you know what?
It was better that way.