It was Summer 19, which meant today was the day of the big dance festival. It was one of my favorite festivals! Mostly because of all the fun bouncy songs to dance to, but there were also some slow songs as well, mainly for couples! However, I always danced with my best friend during those songs.

I looked over at my parents, they were dancing to a slow song, looking into each other's eyes. I couldn't wait until I found mister right to be able to look into his eyes like that. It was so romantic.
I blinked a few times back into reality looking up at an offering hand.
I was surprised to see it was Orland's hand and not Leonel's but nonetheless I took it. Just to be nice.

"Usually you dance with my cousin." I began, wanting to see what was up, he sneered a bit and shrugged.

"Well…ye-yes…but she's dancing with her father and I thought…it'd be nice to dance with you…" I blushed as well. Honestly, I had a bit of a crush on him, but I knew my cousin did as well, so I tried to keep my distance.

Twirling, twirling, my mind started spinning. Faster and faster, we were spinning, I felt dizzy and nauseous that a horrid smelling substance disgorged from my mouth. Orland jumped about…ten feet away from me, my face turned a deep crimson color.

"I am so, so sorry, Orland!" I exclaimed, my hands covered my face in embarrassment. He just shook his head and waved his hand in a nonchalant way, "Nah, don't worry about it. It was my fault for twirling you too fast; I didn't know you had a weak stomach." He replied, but I didn't think I had a weak stomach? Leonel twirls me around pretty fast but…maybe Orland was a bit faster. I didn't have time to decipher my pondering as my mother came rushing by.

"Clara, baby, are you okay?" she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder affectionately; I smiled a bit and nodded.

"I'm fine. I think maybe Orland spun me a little too fast and made my stomach dizzy." My eyes darted down as I gave a smile geared towards my mother, "I think I'll go home and lie down. I still don't feel well."

"Do you want me to get you some water?" she asked as I smiled and shook my head.

"No, mom. I'll be fine." I reassured her, walking home. I trudged upstairs into my room, and climbed into my bed.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Then a third time but still I couldn't get to sleep; My stomach began to churn again as I grabbed the wastebasket, upchucking whatever was left in my stomach. The sounds of my hurling was disgusting. I flopped back on my back, giving a slight groan. I eventually heard footsteps tramping up the stairs as I sat up. I had to tell my parents that they needn't check on me, I'd be fine, and to have fun.

A knock on my door followed by a "Clara? It's me! Are you okay?" That voice was neither my mother nor my father as I opened the door to make sure I wasn't going crazy as well. Indeed my hearing was accurate as I saw my closest friend, standing there, with his feathered cap, and his maroon cape. I also noticed his cheeks were tinted a pale pink color.

"Clara? Are you okay? I saw you get sick and I…wanted to make sure you were okay." I blushed in embarrassment and nodded.

"I'm fine…but, how did you get in?" I wondered since the door was locked or at least I hoped I had locked it as Leonel chuckled a bit.

"Don't worry. Your dad gave me the spare key since I wanted to make sure you were alright." He gave one of his sweet smiles.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to dance with you this year. I'll make it up to you! I'll dance with you next year! Promise!" he just laughed and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, if you get sick, then you get sick. You can't really help it." I just sighed and looked down.

"You can still go and have fun." I said in a slightly guilty tone as he laughed.

"Are you kidding? It would be boring without you! Besides, I'd rather be with you than out there dancing. You're the only reason I enjoy going to these festivals! You're so fun!" I blushed a bit at his comment as he smiled.

"Aw! Thanks Leo!" I responded as I gave him a big hug causing him to turn pink in the face.

"So tell me." He began as I looked at him, "How fast did Orland spin you?"

"Hmmm…" I pursed my lips, placing my index finger to my lips, "I'm not sure…"

"Well," He chuckled a bit, "I'll have to make sure not to spin you as fast as he did." I laughed with him

"Don't worry. I don't think this stomach bug will last too long." I said, smiling at him as he smiled back.