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You wished Cove could have been here with you.
When your parents had asked you to come to the Soiree at the country club they were a part of, you hadn’t wanted to let them down, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be there at all. There weren’t many people around your age, most were either older or younger and you didn’t feel like crossing the dance floor to join the gaggle of young teens you could see across from the table you were slumped against. You’d done your rounds, saying hello to familiar faces, and letting your moms introduce you to new ones, trying the whatever food was to offer, with most of it (luckily) being tasty and picking out the perfect table to situate yourself on in order to observe the party from your preferred angle.
But that also meant you were bored. You had asked Cove to come but he had to cancel last minute because Mr Holden needed an extra pair of hands at the shop, setting up a new display or something. You didn’t remember. But you knew for certain you’d rather be doing whatever manual labour Cove was up to now than be sitting here all alone.
Your attention drifted to the small stage area, where musicians had began warming up for their set. Maybe you could dance, when they started. You could show off the skills you had learned over the years, in your dance classes at the club. Perking up a little, you watched the group of artists prepare to perform eagerly. Sure, you’d have to find someone to dance with but that couldn’t be too hard, surely? Surveying the crowd once more, you looked for any promising candidates to be your dance partner for a while. No one particularly caught your eye, but worst come to worse, you could find your moms. You knew they’d be happy to dance with you. But at the same time, you really didn’t want to interrupt their evening (even if they had brought you here only out of the kindness of your heart).
Soon, the band started to play, something smooth and jazzy. It fit the aura of the night well, and it wasn’t long before people started to fill the dance floor. You spotted your parents, gently swaying in a close embrace at the edge of the dance floor, smiling fondly at the sight. You watched for a while longer, waiting until near the end of the song to make your own way onto the floor.
Upon reaching the edge, you stopped, awkwardly looking around in hopes of finding a partner. You really should have found someone before trying to actually start dancing, you thought, noticing some heads turning your way.
A hand was gently placed on your arm. You jumped slightly and turned to see who it was. You didn’t recognise the boy who was standing in front of you. You could place most of the kids you saw here, they all looked somewhat like their parents, so it was easy to figure out who’s child was who’s, but he didn’t remind you of anyone. He was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. Sure, Cove was pretty but not in the same way this boy was. You reckoned he was your age, maybe a little bit older. He was impeccably dressed, with dark brown eyes and matching dark hair.
“Are you planning on dancing?” He asked, as you looked at him questioningly.
“Yeah, if I can find a partner” The stranger smiled in response, nodding slightly.
“We should dance then. It’s perfect timing, a new song is just about to start.” You were flattered by his request, even more so when he held his hand up for you to take, in a true gentlemanly style. You felt yourself flush a bit as you placed your hand in his. He didn’t seem fazed though and you figured this was probably routine for him. You let him lead you to the middle of the dance floor. He definitely knew what he was doing, with the way he held himself. While you were caught up with looking at the mystery boy, the song started, taking you off guard. Your partner took the lead.
You quickly caught up after your lapse in attention, keeping up with the boy. His face morphed into a pleased grin as you drifted around the dance floor, one of his hands clasping yours, the other resting lightly on your waist. As you danced, you wondered why he picked you out of everyone. Was there a reason? Or had it been completely random. Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to enjoy this. It wasn’t often you actually got to dance with someone as talented as this. But instead of getting caught up in your thoughts, you returned to looking at the boy. You realised how close you were as you made eye contact with him. He smirked and felt your face heating up. What was with this reaction? You barely knew this guy! Swallowing heavily, you dropped your gaze from his face noticing the small mole on his neck. This guy was certainly unique, and you found yourself a fan of that mystery.
As the song drew to a close, you realised that you didn’t know his name. Maybe it didn’t matter. After all, this was only one dance, and you figured you were unlikely to see him again. After the music ended, he took a step back from you, letting go of your waist though you noticed he hadn’t dropped your hand yet. You tilted your head questioning, while he wordlessly surveyed you. All of a sudden, he was stepping back towards you, eyes on your lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and your eyes widened. After a few seconds of shock, you let yourself kiss him back, a bright blush covering your face. He eventually drew back and let go of your hand. His cheeks were also red, in a pretty sort of way, you decided.
“Thank you for dancing with me.” He eventually said, looking you up and down. “You have nice legs” And with that, he re-joined the crowd, disappearing from your field of view. You touched your lips with your fingers, still in shock. That was your first kiss. You’d just had your first kiss and you didn’t even know the boy’s name!
Wait did he just say you had nice legs?
Your heart beat strongly against your chest, as you tried to formulate a proper thought. Once you managed to collect yourself, you returned to your table to sort through what just happened. For the rest of the party, you found yourself looking out for the mysterious boy, to no avail. He seemed to have vanished into thin air. The realisation saddened you slightly, knowing that you’d likely never see him again.
But for the next five years, your mind was only on him. You tried to like other people because you knew you'd never see him again, but it never got past anything but a first date. Anyone you kissed only reminded you of him, the mystery boy.
It was crazy how quickly he'd captured your heart, the young man from the party.