Dream Come Dance

Another cute little story I wrote! But I actually wrote this MONTHS ago and never posted it... Oops! Sorry!

SO HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE DREAMED OF DANCING WITH YOUR CRUSH? Hands up, come on, don't be shy. And if your hand isn't up, LIARRR!!!!
Enjoy this little story. Feel free to imagine yourself in the situation with your crush! *wink*

DREAM COME DANCE

“You two are partners now.”

That was when it started. My heart thumped so hard in my chest it was like it was trying to get out. But it didn’t break through my ribs; it didn’t escape. 

“I’ll be teaching you the dance steps now. Everybody watch carefully.”

I pretended it was nothing big, but only I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around and creating havoc inside. Oh my god, the euphoria I felt was overwhelming! And, later my friends pointed out, I was blushing. Damn! Why do I always blush when I’m trying to stay calm and act cool? Damn it!

It was awkward as HELL dancing with him! I found I couldn’t even look at his face, look at his eyes. One look and it would surely be a dead giveaway. No, I can’t let that happen. I stared at his shoulder or just to the side of his face the whole time.

Practice after practice, it was like this. Mixture of silence and awkwardness. All the other couples for the dance performance were laughing and talking and playing around, some even fighting and being funny! But us? No, no chance.  As soon as practice was over, we would return to the unsaid no-contact rule. We would try to act as if the dance thing never happened.

It’s not that I didn’t try being a little friendly. But anything I said either ricocheted off deaf ears or was answered in short yes or no replies. He was unresponsive. And during breaks, he would promptly drop my hands and go talk to someone else, usually teasing someone else with their partner.

I figured this was how it was going to be, forever. Even if the universe brought us together, we cannot be with each other. No matter how much I want it to be. How could it be? He is so perfect… Oh well, this is unrequited love in all its grandeur and all its agony.

On the day of the performance, many people complemented how beautiful I was. To be honest, I was taken by surprise! I do not describe myself as pretty, most of the time. Every other girl in the dance was pretty; they were cute, lean, lithe, and had the kind of face and figure guys seem to flock to all the time. Me? No, I was not pretty. Far from it. However I will never go as far as to say I was ugly. 

But that day? Every girl in the dance and all my other friends looked at me and said “Wow, you’re so pretty! You’re the prettiest one here!!!” and I brushed it off, saying “Aww, thanks! But I’m not that pretty, you know. You should see …..” and I would point to another girl and say she was prettier. But inside, although I loved the attention and the complements, I only hoped one person would notice me. I only wanted him to see me and think “Wow, she’s pretty.” I only wanted to catch his attention.

Final practice, in makeup and costume. I desperately wanted him to notice me. So during the dance, I sneaked a peak at his face. Then my eyes darted back to his shoulder. 

“I can’t even look at you..,” I said quietly to just myself. 

“What was that?”

My eyes widened. Shit, he heard that! My heart raced. I had to think of an answer!

“Nothing, nothing…” 

Silence. We danced apart, and back together again. Only the music filled my ears, my concentration on the steps.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

I blinked. Did he just ask that? No way! Perhaps I heard wrong.

“What?” 

“Look at me.”

I shook my head slightly.

“Please,” he said.

My eyes darted across his face and then returned to his shoulder. I thought I had already given away too much. He cannot know I love him. He cannot. It would ruin everything. And I don’t want to lose him…

My eyes found his, and my heart melted. Oh, he has the most beautiful eyes- deep, dark pupils encased in eyelashes that accentuated the beauty of the shape of his eyes, which were always kind of half closed, as though it were a sunny day; I could shut out the whole world and simply get lost in them. My heart was trying to escape from my body again, and I would have been blushing too, most probably.

The music stopped. The dance was done. I expected him to break off physical contact and stray off again, as usual. But he held me there. I looked at him tentatively, wondering what was going on.

“Why don’t you ever look at me,” he asked.

I didn’t want to hide the truth any longer from him. I was capricious. 

“Because… Because I just can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“It hurts. Every time I look at you, it hurts,” I say while my eyes fix on his shoulder again. 

One of his hands releases mine and touches my chin, lightly tilting my head up, effectively forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Why? Why does it hurt?”

“It hurts because…. I know you’ll never like me.”

A moment of silence. 

“You’re wrong.”

My eyes widened. I was shocked! My mind went into a frenzy. And then it was time to go on stage.

During the dance on stage, I looked at him, and I smiled. It felt amazing! And we danced perfectly, not a step out of beat.

After the performance, I stayed by him. The conversation wasn’t finished.

I got him alone. And what he said next seemed to me like it came from a dream!

“You’re the prettiest girl I know. You’re sweet, and smart, and fun to be around. You’re a great friend and you’re funny too. I just always thought… How could you possibly like me?”

And I was like, “Really?”

And he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against mine. My arms wound around his neck and hugged him while he held me tightly in his arms.

When the kiss ended, I told him, “I love you. I always have, and always will.”

And he said, “I love you too. You’re all mine.”

It was a dream come true.

It was a dream that came true because of a dance.

It was a dream come dance!

The Bike Ride

It's been a while since I wrote a story, right? So here's a little love story for you all! Enjoy!

The Bike Ride

She travels half way from her home and so does he from the other direction to meet up in the center on the roof of a friend's apartment.

She arrives a little late, but she texted him on the bus that she was on her way, and goes to visit her friend and call her mom to say she's there, and then when her impatience overtakes, she and her friend tell her friend's mom that they will go to the terrace. When the door closes, she rushes to the roof, leaving her friend behind, to see him. He is already there- but where?

A pair of pale hands cover her eyes and she yelps in surprise, but at the same time her heart skips a beat. He is here, he is here, he is right here behind her. Laughing, she removes the hands away from her eyes and he hugs her from behind, kissing her ear and then her neck, causing her to moan a little. She twists around then and wraps her arms around his neck and whispers the three words she will never get tired of telling him: I love you. And then they kiss, a deep passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. Her friend leaves them alone but stays on the terrace for mom alert while texting her own boyfriend.

She then spends time with him, talking, laughing, or sitting in silence staring into each others eyes, drinking in the other's beauty and memorizing every detail they could see. They are lost in their love for each other.

Her friend says her mom has gone out and won't be home for a while.

She asks him how he came and he says he got his bike. Shyly, she asks if she could have a ride. And when he says yes, her heart leaps into her throat and she is smiling uncontrollably.

They go downstairs after telling her friend, who agrees to keep watch and come up with a story if needed.

When she reaches his bike, she watches his every muscle in his body contract, relax and flex, as he pulls the bike out of the parking lot, sits, and tells her to get on. Hesitantly but excitedly, she swings her leg over and sits behind him and places her hands on his shoulder. Her heart is beating very fast now. Then he revs up the engine and she says not to go too fast. He starts at a speed slightly faster than she expected and she gasps making him smirk naughtily. As he veers onto the main road and the real ride begins, she feels him speed up even further, making her grip his shoulders even more tightly.

And right then, with the wind gushing in her ear and her smile as wide as ever as she grips his shoulders, she feels the urge to wrap her arms around him and hold on tight forever, but she fears if she does, her heart will fly out of her chest and straight to heaven.

And right then, with the wind gushing in his ears as he feels the touch of her hands on his shoulders gripping tightly as he goes at speeds she is not used to and his boundless joy shown clearly on his smug smile, he feels the urge to tell her to wrap her arms around his middle, but he fears if she does, his heart might fly out of his chest and straight to heaven.

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That Unruliness I Love

High school. Bad boys. When these two go together, there are girls' hearts aflutter left and right. Or so is the stereotype. In books and movies, we always see the heroine fall for the sexy bad boy character. Sometimes, these guys turn out to be total sweethearts. But most of the time the book or movie has the clichéd twist of the girl getting her heart broken. But what girl can forget that moment when the crush first develops? That moment that starts it all? These guys have a certain CHARM in their signature unruliness. It's an irresistible gravitational pull, and some girls are just total suckers for that.

That Unruliness I Love:
He walks into school,
Shirt tucked out,
Top few buttons of his shirt
Unbuttoned,
So that when he leans down far enough
I can see the solid colors
Of his undershirt,
As he sits, casual,
Carefree, laid back,
Smiling,
Laughing with his friends,
And he's handsome in a messy way,
A cool way,
And I feel my smile,
Unable to suppress it,
Emerging,
And my eyes soften lovingly
As I look at him,
And I am falling.

I Could, But...

A few days ago I came across a Facebook post that said the most painful kind of love is the love left unknown, unexpressed, afraid of what the other person would say or do. It inspired me to write this poem!

I COULD BUT...:
I could hold your hand-
But you'd shake it off,
Give me a cold stare,
And walk away.
I could try to talk to you-
But you'd ignore me,
Pretend not to hear me,
And won't answer anyway.
I could hug you-
But you'd peel me off,
Twist my arm,
And yell obscenities at me.
I could kiss you out of the blue-
But you'd push me away,
Spit in my face,
And probably even slap me.
I could text you I love you-
But you'd probably reply
With swear words strung into sentences
That will leave me shaking.
I fell kilometers for you
And the sad thing is
You never fell even a millimeter
For me, while I'm still falling.
I could stop loving you, sure
But I don't know why
It feels as though without you, without
Loving you, I'd rather not survive.
I could do many things but
I know the consequences
So I'll leave them in my fantasies
Suppressing my love's expresses.

This is the exact post that inspired me to write this:

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