Flash Fiction Friday: High School Dance

She stood along the wall with all of the other girls who didn’t stand out in the crowd and didn’t have the guts to ask a guy to dance.

What am I even doing here?  Sure it’s fun to dance with a group of my friends when the music’s got a good beat, but it’s torture to stand along the wall feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed when couples are out there swaying.  She headed to the door hoping some fresh air would do some good.

She returned and danced with her friends until the next slow song began.  Then she joined most of her friends along the wall again.

Wait, is that guy coming toward me?   She held her breath trying not to get her hopes up.  He wouldn’t do much for her social standing.  Everyone said he was the biggest nerd in school.  Never mind that, he was drop dead gorgeous but he was too smart to be popular.

He stopped in front of her, cleared his throat and ran a hand through his black, black wavy hair.  She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his deep, blue eyes.

“Uh, would you like to dance?”

She released the breath she’d been holding.

“I’d love to.”

He smiled, revealing a deep dimple in each cheek.  He took her hand and led her to the dance floor where he took her in his arms and began to move to the music.

If this is a dream, I sure hope I don’t wake up.

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