• You see the sights, hear the words, know the songs.

    You watch one by one as couples sway and move in perfect or unperfect synch, each move designed to flaunt their relationship and captivate the eyes of bystanders such as yourself.

    Often, you'd catch one of your friends with another, laughing happily and dancing with heated intensity. They would swing slowly side to side, looking deeply into each others orbs, and then continue with their slow dance.

    You smile like a normal person, but inside, the stove is burning.

    Your grin folds downwards, and the corners of your lips are now tugged down into a frown. Where was the happy ending?

    The boy who sits next to you stares at me oddly, probably for a reason you'd never guess, but then continues to laugh and talk to his fellow male friends. You block your ears, which doesn't help much, and then watch others dance as you lean in on the table. You would be lying if you said that you didn't like him.

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    The tap on your shoulder was almost nonexistant, the voice being feeded to you barely audible. It wasn't until the whispers and calls began to turn into yells in the air, in the room, in your ear. The taps turned into frequent tugging and irritable poking. You snap your head to the forementioned boy. Your words come out like venom, "What?"

    He stares at you, taken aback for a moment before smiling. "Would you like to dance?"