Homecoming Dance (Closing July 5th)

[Aidan Steele]

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Aidan had to keep a certain amount of control on himself from having her so close, but not close enough to his taste yet. He had to keep himself from running his hands along her body, forcing himself to keep it on her waist and not go any lower, though of course he figured going up wouldn't be as bad... at this point, he was slightly disappointed by the dress. Not overly, and he still thought it looked really amazing on her, besides, he'd expected it. But he wished it would show a bit more of her back because then he could manage to touch her skin without it looking too obvious - at this point, he'd have to reach the back of her neck, and that wasn't really so subtle. Figuring he'd just have to keep it that way for now and bear with it, he smiled slightly when she started dancing with him, pulling her only a teensy weensy bit closer, figuring that if she asked why he'd done that he could always use the fact that it was easier to dance that way as an excuse. Her hand felt strangely good in his, running his thumb lightly along the back of her hand, loving the soft feeling of her skin, wishing he could feel more of it.

He was taken out of his thoughts when he heard her calling his hand, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow as he waited for her to speak, smiling lightly when he heard her question. He'd half expected that one so he didn't necessarily have an answer entirely ready by now, but he was still pretty sure of the technical part of it. The rest, he didn't even understand himself yet, but that would probably come later on. "For one thing, I'm a bit intrigued by you," he began, deciding honesty would probably be better to start with. "You're not like other girls, and it's refreshing," he added, smiling lightly. Okay so the modesty was not entirely refreshing, but it was still different. "And I enjoy spending time with you, it's interesting to hear what you have to say," he smiled lightly at her. He often found himself bored with the girls he usually dated because they rarely did have anything to say - she did, and that was a good thing. He might find himself attracted toward a very attractive looking girl, but if she couldn't hold his interest, then there was no use to her being hot. "Why did you say yes when I asked you?" he then asked with a raised eyebrow. He was a bit curious about that, and he figured it was his right to return the question.

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[Abigail Donner]

Abigail was forcing herself to keep looking away from him - well, at least, she was trying. Trying very, very hard. And so it was a bit sad to say she was doing a very bad job of it as her eyes, which obviously had a mind of their own, kept glancing sideways swiftly in order to see him, see what he was doing. It didn't take her long to notice that he seemed to be making his way to her... was he? Oh dear God he was... why the heck was he coming to see her? So he seemed to be a bit less annoying lately, big deal, she still wasn't convinced it would last and she had troubles letting her guard down. When he stopped in front of her, the smirk on his lips, she groaned inwardly but blushed as he said she looked amazing, wondering if he was making fun of her and leaning toward a positive answer. The smirk seemed to be a hint of that, but maybe she was wrong... could he really think she looked good? She didn't really think anybody could think that... did he? Man this was gonna drive her insane.

She hadn't even managed to answer - a bit dazzled by his smile, to say the truth... she couldn't remember seeing him smile before a lot before - when he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the dance floor. She found it useless to try to get away from his grip, knowing she'd probably look stupid in the middle of the room with everybody around, but she was still slightly shocked by the gesture. "What the heck are you doing?" she asked, biting on her bottom lip slightly. So she was nervous. She didn't dance. Really, really didn't dance, at all. She scowled slightly when he leaned toward her and said he just wanted to steal a dance, if that was okay with her. Like hell, if it was okay with her - he obviously hadn't bothered to ask. It was time like this that he annoyed her, taking everything for granted. "Ugh, you're so full of yourself," she muttered, scowling over his shoulder though she danced with him anyway.

[Roxanne Emerson]

Roxanne was glad he didn't seem to be making comments about how much time she'd taken getting ready, but she figured he wouldn't anyway seeing as she'd pretty much done it for him... mostly. Of course, she never did go anywhere public without taking great cares with her appearance, but she'd never before taken a full day to get ready and she was pretty sure that her roommate thought she was pretty much crazy. Of course, Roxanne had made sure the girl wouldn't actually need the bathroom before locking herself up in it for most of the day, but still it didn't change the fact that she'd looked at her as though she'd just evaded from a mental institution when Roxanne had explained the reason why she was getting in the bathroom at nine in the morning was to get ready for the homecoming dance which was still about ten hours from then. She'd felt a bit uncomfortable about it herself when she'd realized how it must sound, but she wasn't about to change who she was just because some other girl thought it was stranger. After all, she wanted to look good, and she was pretty sure she'd at least succeeded that so she was happy with it, and he seemed to be to, so it made it even more worth it. Who cared about aching feet when a good looking guy looked at you the way he did...

When she next heard what he had to say, however, she almost wished he had looked at her as though she was crazy or something like that instead. It was as though he was doing it on purpose to make her blush, and sure enough her cheeks soon turned to a bright shade of red and she looked down at her feet, her hair falling over her shoulder and half hiding her face from his point of view. It wasn't so what he'd said than the way he'd said it... his voice was gonna drive her insane if nothing else. It was enough to make her shiver, merely by the way it sounded, and it wasn't all that much either. Still in her mind, it lead to other kind of thoughts, thoughts she shouldn't be having at this very moment, thoughts she shouldn't be having at all. It was happening a lot tonight, and she was getting slightly worried about it. In her upbringing, the way she'd learnt about those things made her feel as though it was unnatural and wrong to have these kind of thoughts, but she couldn't help it at this very moment. It was surely the tiredness, she decided. She hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night and she'd spent the whole day getting ready. She was just a bit tired, nothing more. It'd pass.

She smiled slightly when he opened the door for her, shivering a bit as she felt his hand on her back but deciding to ignore the strange warmth that spread through her body, entering the gym and looking around with a slightly awed look on her face. It looked really amazing, or at least it was the first time she saw a place that looked like this. She looked around, wanting to catch every single detail, looking up at the disco ball with a light grin, trying to follow a spot of light before realizing she must look like a child right now, blushing slightly as she looked back down, biting down on her bottom lip - she'd definitely have to re-touch her makeup now. She was far from caring about that fact though as she bit slightly harder when he leaned closer to whisper in her ear, feeling his warm breath on her neck along with the way his hand moved over her back. These were all new sensations to her, probably stronger than they would have been if she hadn't repressed that side of her for so long, but it was as though Elijah's mere presence was forcing it to come out now, and it was worrying her slightly. "A drink might be nice," she said, her throat feeling strangely dry. She felt a bit self conscious when she noticed the way other people looked to be dancing, but she figured he wouldn't be too upset if she wanted to dance a bit differently.

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[Joel Rodgers]

He smiled as she agreed to dancing first, because really he did want to try dancing first, he wasn't good at dancing, but he wasn't horrible either. He was just average, at least he usually managed to stay off of other people's feet when he danced with them. "I'm up to it," he told her. Actually, he had to admit that he would have been pretty disappointed if she had said that she didn't want to dance just then, sitting down wasn't really something that he was looking forward to, it looked like everyone sitting down wasn't having that much fun at all, if any. Besides Cassandra didn't seem like much of a talker to be honest, she seemed more on the indifferent side, despite the time that they'd met and talked before he could tell because right now she was pretty silent. Not that there was much to say at this point in time. So he couldn't entirely blame her apparent indifference to conversation on her just being indifferent, maybe if he tried to start a conversation then things wouldn't be so bad. However he had absolutely no idea what to talk about with her.

He led her out to the dance floor where a lot of students seemed to be assembled, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her a little closer, but kept her still at a respectable distance. Honestly, he was a bit scared to have her any closer. He'd heard a few things about how protective her older brother was, and he really did not want to get himself into trouble with Andrew Preston, no matter how attractive his sister was, it wasn't worth it. Or at least right now it wasn't worth it. He tried to think of a topic that they could talk about and all he got was school, lame sure but it'd have to do for now. "So how have you been enjoying school so far?" he asked. It was rare that there was someone who didn't enjoy their time at the academy, sure people would complain about the work load from time to time but most everyone seemed to adore the school that they were privileged enough to attend. After all, there were students across the country and world that would kill for the spots at the academy that they had.

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[Holly Hale]

Holly listened to Addie with a small nod, hoping that she was right. She'd never seen Milo so interested with a girl, and if it didn't work out because he went and did something stupid, she was pretty sure the reaction wouldn't be pretty. Because of the fact that he'd never liked a girl as much as he liked her, she wasn't exactly sure how he'd react if things went bad, but if she had to guess it'd probably put him into an extremely angsty mood. She loved Milo and all but when he was angsty, she had her doubts about it. That boy knew how to be pissed off at the world pretty well she had to admit, and one toe out of line during those periods and then in his eyes you were with the rest of the world. So she usually tried to say as little as possible during those times, it was just safer that way for her. The boy didn't always think straight when he was in those moods and could easily hurt another person emotionally without realizing that he was doing so, or stopping to think of what would happen as a result of it. "Yeah at least we can," she agreed with a nod.

She laughed a little bit as Addie asked if they could sit down, she knew the heels would get to her sooner or later and therefore had been expecting it, she nodded and headed over to the table where she'd set down her shoes. "No problem, those shoes look like murder." Addie's heels were quite a bit higher than her own had been. So it was greatly understandable that the other girl wanted to go sit down. She sat down too and looked around, she caught sight of the sophomore that she'd met the other day at the book store and noticed that she looked quite nice, she glanced over at Addie for a minute before deciding to go talk to the younger girl who appeared to be there alone. "Hey Addie I'm gonna go talk to some people," she said with a small smile before standing up and walking over to the sophomore standing against the wall. "Hey," she said, she glanced at the dress that she had on a bit closer. It looked nice actually, really nice. She didn't know if she liked Addie's dress or Kristina's better, they both looked good on each of them.

[Milo Parker]

Milo waited for her answer, a bit unhappy that she decided to allow a small silence before she answered. Mostly it was because of the fact that the anxiousness returned once more. But he supposed that if she said no, then he could just go find Addie and see exactly what she and Holly had been talking about, because he'd noticed that the two of them had been glancing over at he and Taylor while they were dancing, so he assumed that it was about them. Actually, he could pretty much guess what they'd been saying. They'd probably been talking about how he could possibly screw up the possible relationship if it happened. Because he knew that there was a chance that he could do so as well, considering the factor that waiting wasn't exactly his strong point when it came to girls. He'd never met to hurt any of his dates/flings or whatever, but honestly a lot of the time he forgot to treat them like people. More of the time he treated them like objects, which was how he could easily move from one girl to another without any problems.

He smiled as she said that she liked the second option better. Though he didn't like it when she looked him directly in the eyes, he was almost sure that she could see more than he wanted her to and so he was the one to look away first. He didn't like the feeling that people could see things that he didn't want them to just by looking him square in the eye. Though he looked back at her with a teasing grin as she said she didn't want to stop dancing. "It would figure, you spend your life dancing," he said teasingly, pulling her closer so that she was just as close as she'd been previously. He liked how she felt as he held her close to him, it was nice. Different for some reason, than how it usually felt to have someone of the opposite sex so close to him. He liked the idea of her being close to him, even if it was just dancing it was still something that he was enjoying a lot. He thought about moving his hands up her back a little so that he'd be able to feel her skin under his hands, not that there wasn't enough showing or anything, but looking and touching were two very different things.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor was bored out of his mind, his date Jessica was driving him insane. All she was doing was talking, she kept bugging him to dance and he thought about saying yes just to see if she'd shut up. But he really doubted it, he was pretty sure that contrary to what he'd told Addie that she was able to dance and talk at the same time. He looked around and watched a few other people. Milo was dancing with Taylor - well there was that motive on the suit revealed, though he should have figured that out sooner. Andrew Preston was dancing with Marley a little ways away. Aidan was dancing with someone he didn't recognize but looked pretty young, she might have even been a freshman. God this night was so boring, he looked around for Addie and wondered if she was still dancing with Holly as he'd seen her doing earlier. But he spotted Holly over against a wall talking to a sophomore that he thought he might have recognized. So then where was Addie? He glanced about and grinned slightly as he saw her sitting alone at a table nearby, he couldn't exactly just go up and talk to her but he had a better idea anyway.

He glanced over at his date. "Hey Jess I'm gonna go request a song so that we can dance when I get back," he told her. He watched as she grinned excitedly and told him that she was going to go find her friends, he got up but headed in the opposite direction of the Dee jay. Instead he headed outside of the gym, which was pretty much deserted by now. Mostly everyone that was coming was already inside. He took out his phone and started a new text message, putting Addie's number in - which she'd given him the other day - before working on the actual message. 'Meet me outside?' he put into the message area. It was simple and down to the point, but not demanding. He sat down on a bench that was nearby and wondered if she was going to come, or if she even had her cell phone on her. If she didn't then he supposed that he could always go inside and talk to her, but that would raise a lot of hype. Besides, he was pretty sure that his date wouldn't appreciate it, not that she was going to appreciate what he was doing now if she found out, but that was besides the point.

[Mandy Steele]

She listened to him with interest as he tried to explain to her what he was thinking, though she had to admit that it was a bit distracting to have his thumb moving against the back of her hand like it was. Of course it felt nice, really nice actually, but it was still distracting, and she blushed when she realized that she was thinking about where else it'd feel nice, nothing too bad of course, but still she wasn't used to having any sort of those thoughts at all. She smiled slightly as he said that he was slightly intrigued by her, she had to admit that it wasn't something that was said very often about her. Most people usually thought that they got the general gist of who she was within a few minutes of meeting her and usually clung to their first impression of her, something that wasn't always good for her. Because there were people like Addison who were annoyed with her almost right off the bat. She was glad that he didn't think she was like other girls because in her book that was a good thing. She didn't want to be like all the other girls that he'd been with and that she'd heard about - not that she wanted to be with him with him or so she was trying to tell herself. She found herself smiling back at him once he told her that he liked what she had to say, something else that she was rarely told.

She figured that he did have the right to ask the question in return the question seeing as she asked first. She thought about it for a minute, honestly she didn't quite know the answer herself yet. Had she said yes just because she had no clue how to say yes to an invitation, that was possibly part of it. But she couldn't deny that she found she might have a small crush on the senior standing before her, but that was it at the most. So how to answer his question? Not being able to say no probably wouldn't be the best answer. "I don't know," she said. "I mean it's not like I was hoping that you'd ask me-" So that wasn't a complete lie, but she had to admit that she thought about what she'd do if he had. "but I liked the idea of going with you once you asked." And she did, she felt - special, for lack of a better word. After all she was just a freshman who was an annoyance to his best friend and yet he still wanted to take her to Homecoming. How could she not feel special when looking at things from that perspective?

[Addison Micklesen]

Addie was really greatful when Holly agreed to sitting down, she really needed to take her shoes off. Hurrying to the table where Holly had put her shoes at earlier, she sat on a chair and swiftly pulled off her heels, sighing of relief when she placed her feet on the floor. So maybe her plan to wear those heels again wouldn't be such a good plan. She hadn't realized how hard it would be on her back to have such high heels, especially seeing it was the first time she wore some. Placing them on top of the table, turning to face Holly when she heard her speak, smiling slightly and nodding. "Alright, I'll talk to you later," she said, grinning a bit when she noticed her heading off to go talk to another girl. She didn't know if that meant their fling would soon be over, but she figured it would be for the best anyway. She thought she had more chance of getting to Connor if she was completely free of other flings or whatever, and well, seeing their current activities, she was definitely getting satisfied with the sex. God, more than satisfied. Smiling a bit, she looked around the room to try and see who she could go talk to when she noticed Connor walking out the room alone. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, she debated following him but then figured it might not be the best of ideas.

However, not very long after, she realized she ought to have anyway when she heard the vibrating sound coming from her purse - she'd figured she'd hear and see that more easily than an actual ring tone seeing how loud the music was. Frowning a bit as she wondered who could be calling or texting her tonight, she took it out of her purse and check her message. She grinned slightly when she saw it was from Connor and bit her bottom lip lightly, glancing up at Holly who seemed busy enough talking to the younger girl. Then she glanced at her shoes, wondering if she should put them back on - they'd surely be of more use with Connor, but she didn't want to kill her feet any more tonight. Shrugging it off, she figured they'd managed before and would manage tonight again. Standing up, she made her way out of the gym without another glance around, heading out of the school barefeet and smiling slightly at the sensation of the grass underneath her feet - she always loved that. She looked around, trying to see where Connor was when she noticed him sitting on a bench not too far. She quickly made her way to him, sitting on the bench and leaning back on it with a light smile. "You texted?" she said, grinning slightly.

[Taylor Smith]

Taylor wasn't too sure if what she saw on his face as she took a bit more time to answer his question was anxiousness - she didn't know if Milo could get anxious over something like a mere answer from just any girl to such a question, but it did look like it a little, and that shocked her slightly. She smiled back at him when she saw the smile that appeared on his own face, surprised when he looked away from her however as she kept looking in his eyes - that was definitely a first, but she figured that might be because he was uncomfortable with someone looking at him straight in the eyes. Some people were like that, and she could understand to a certain extent - most people would actually have expected her to be the kind to look down when it came to being stared at, but she rarely did because she usually got so lost in the other person's eyes, as though she could read them, figure out who the person was exactly by it. Seeing their souls, maybe, that was a strong belief a lot of people shared, and she did too. And Milo's eyes intrigued her a lot - what she read in them was not easy to figure, and she didn't want to give up reading it.

She blushed slightly when he looked back up and mentionned she spent her time dancing, unable to deny that one, though this kind of dancing was definitely different than ballet or anything like that - it was a good different too, and somewhat a slightly more awkward kind of dancing too... because unlike other times when she danced and was not fully aware of who she danced with or self conscious about it, no matter how close they were, now she was very aware of the closeness she shared with Milo. She was a bit more embarrassed by the fact that she wanted to be even closer, but she wasn't about to say that. The hand he'd placed on her back seemed to be making her skin warmer, the heat spreading slowly through her body, her cheeks reddening slightly as she looked back up at him, biting down on her bottom lip. She was slightly shocked as she did so, not having realized how close they actually were, and there wasn't much distance between their faces. If she'd wanted to kiss him, she could have, so easily. Okay, not if she'd wanted - she definitely wanted to, needed to almost. More like if she'd been less of a chicken, she could have easily kissed him.

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[Connor Micklesen]

He waited for her and wondered why he'd even texted her in the first place. He wasn't quite sure there was a real logical reason that he could place his hand finger on. He just wanted to see her, which was an odd thing in itself. But he found that the more he thought about her the more he wanted to spend some more time with her. He liked Addie, liked who she was as a person and such. He just didn't know how to admit that to anyone else, he was used to following the crowd. And going after Addison Blythe, that was most certainly not following the crowd. And it wasn't something that was considered exactly acceptable either, not unless you ran with those types of people. The people who were talked about the most were the one's that tried their luck on girls like her. Why? Because people already talked about them as it was so going after a girl that was of the reputation that Addison was, well it wasn't anything out of the ordinary when people started talking about it. It was just a few extra minutes spent talking about them, or a different topic than they'd previously been on about that person. For him though, people didn't talk about him usually. It would be awkward to have people sitting around and talking about him in that type of way.

She was interesting though, and he found himself attracted to her. Which probably had something to do with amazing sex that they just started having not too long ago, because he'd gladly admit that it was some of the best sex that he'd ever had and she was a very physcially attractive person. But maybe there was also just a bit more than the physical attraction between the two of them - or at least maybe he felt more than physical attraction. He just didn't want to think about that right now, he should just leave things as they were and call it good. After all, they were friends with benefits and that was a very good thing. He grinned slightly as he saw her walk up, she looked pretty hot in her dress. He noticed that her heels seemed to have dissapeared, much to his amusement. "Yup I did text," he said with a nod. He was glad that she had had her phone with her after all, because he probably would have ended up being pretty dissapointed if she hadn't have. "I was just wondering, if prehaps you'd like to dance out here. Away from all the prying eyes of school gossipers."

[Milo Parker]

Milo grinned slightly as he saw her blush a bit when he made his comment, but it wasn't as if the comment was anything far from the truth. The girl liked to dance, she'd made that very clear. It was clear in so many ways, like how she was willing to go through so much for a career that would last maybe ten years. He had to admit that he sort of admired the devotion that she showed to dance though, how much work she had to put into it. Sure he had to put work into his writing, but that was different. He was just really making up things in his head and writing them down on paper, sure there was more to it than that but that was the general gist of the job. He got the feeling that this dancing had to be different for her than what she did on stage, after all on stage it wasn't really personal or anything, not who she was dancing with anyway. It was just part of the dance, but now she was dancing with someone not because they had been picked as her partner or because she was going to preform something, but because she actually wanted to dance with him.

He glanced back at her and saw her cheeks redden again in what he assumed was another blush, but he hadn't even said anything this time so he knew that it had to be something that she was thinking. It made him curious to see what was happening inside her head. What she could have been thinking that she apparently shouldn't have been. He looked at her and tried to figure out using the eye thing, hoping that she wouldn't take advantage of it and do the same to him while he was trying to figure out what she was thinking. But before he could even start to concentrate on what he was planning on doing, he realized just how close the Junior dancer was standing to him. He close their faces were at that moment in time. It would be so easy to just kiss her if he wanted to, but he wasn't quite sure that was what she wanted. He decided that he didn't really care at this point. He was just going to kiss her - mostly because he really didn't think that he could restrain himself from not kissing her - and if she pushed him away then she pushed him away and that was the end of it. He really hoped that she wasn't going to push him away though, as he leaned forward slightly to press his lips against hers and kissed her softly.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addie grinned slightly as she brought her legs up on the bench to sit indian style, moving slightly so that she was facing him a bit more, not really feeling self conscious about the fact that she was wearing a pretty short dress or anything - anyway, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, and it was pretty dark outside so she didn't think it would matter anyway. Besides, if she placed her hands in her lap and pushed down slightly, it'd be enough to hide what ought to be hidden - in some other people's opinion, anyway. She hadn't really noticed what he was wearing earlier when she'd seen him entering the gym, nor when she'd arrived outside, but now she was placed in a better way to actually take a better look at his outfit and there was no denying that he looked really good. Okay, more than good. He looked hot. Way too hot for her thoughts to actually keep to a lower rating, at that point. He wasn't entirely formal, the way he wore his clothes was enough to give it a more casual look, and she liked that. A lot. The loose tie was probably the best touch to his outfit in her opinion, because it actually showed his neck - possibly weird, but Addie loved guy's neck. Other people checked out their ass or abs, but for her it was the hands and neck. And Connor's were enough to make her shiver just from the look of them.

Her grin widened slightly when he said he was wondering if she'd like to dance out here. She knew the reason why he'd actually wanted to dance outside rather than inside was because he didn't really want to be seen with her, but she figured it was normal that he wasn't quite there yet. It was a bit disappointing, but not overly because she wasn't expecting any change on that side for another while, though there was always a small hope, because even though she wouldn't admit the strenght of it, she knew she was starting to develop some feelings, something more than physical attraction. But right now, she was just glad to know he'd asked to dance - they could still hear the music here, though it was much more faint than it had been inside, but it would still be enough to manage dancing to it. She was glad to hear that right now, it seemed to be a slow song playing, because she wanted to be in his arms. Well, the grinding option on a fast song would have probably been pretty good too, but still. "Sure, that'd be nice," she said, getting back to her feet.

[Taylor Smith]

She could somewhat see that he was looking into her eyes more intently than before, as though trying to actually read them the same way she'd tried to read his. She didn't quite know what to think of it, but she wasn't able to look away from him, completely dazzled by his eyes and the way he was looking at her. She couldn't help but wonder why exactly he was looking at her this way, what he was trying to see in her eyes. What it was that made him curious enough to stare her straight in the eyes. She could somehow feel her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red as she kept looking into his eyes, her lungs somehow functionning not quite as well as usual, her heart beat a bit faster. It was as though, somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what was coming and it filled her with so many different emotions that she could hardly figure them all out - but there was definitely some fright in there along with some excitement. She could hardly even blink, simply unable to break the eye contact they shared at that moment, not wanting to lose the intensity of it, loving the feeling of everything that surrounded her right now.

From the next moment, it felt as though everybody was moving in slow motion. She could feel it coming, but as she saw him leaning closer, breath got caught in her throat and she practically froze in his arms, a slow shiver running all the way through her body as his lips pressed against hers and he kissed her softly. She didn't answer to the kiss at first, shocked and a bit scared too. There she was, in the middle of the school gym that was filled with other people, being kissed. That part didn't really bother her - well, nothing about it bothered her actually. But it was the very first time she was being kissed, and that made her extremely self conscious. She didn't know how to kiss someone - she wasn't sure of what she had to do, how to move her lips against his, where her arms should be, and what if he decided to kiss her with tongue, what was she supposed to do then? There were too many thoughts running through her mind for her to actually enjoy the kiss, and when she realized that, she figured it was probably better to just let go before he pulled away. Tentatively, she started moving her lips against his, shyly returning the kiss as her hand gripped a bit tighter to his shoulder. It was probably not the best kiss he'd experienced, but God was she glad he'd done it still.

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[Cassandra Graham]

Cassandra was pretty glad Joel didn't seem to have a problem with the idea of starting with dancing, because sitting wasn't really something all that interesting. And then, there was also the fact that she didn't want to be stuck having to think about topics of conversations if they didn't come naturally, seeing as it'd be pretty boring to just sit and not talk. At least, while they danced it wasn't necessarily an obligation to talk, though she figured they might still cause time usually went faster when you were having fun and well, not talking and just dancing would probably not be all that much fun. Joel seemed like a pretty nice guy anyway, so she wasn't necessarily upset at the idea of spending the whole evening with him - she wouldn't have said yes to his invitation anyway if she hadn't wanted to. It was rare that Cassandra actually enjoyed spending time with someone to a certain degree or even tried to be nice. Most of the time, she didn't care if people thought she acted like a bitch or not, but Joel seemed nice enough and she could see herself becoming well acquainted with him.

She followed him as he lead the way to the dance floor, seeing her brother from the corner of her eyes just as he kissed the girl he was dancing with - well, that was something new - which was a good thing because he couldn't notice her or what she was wearing, and then there were too many people between the place where she was right now and the spot where he and his date were dancing for him to actually notice her. That meant she'd actually get to spend a good evening, which was a good thing. If he'd seen her wearing that, it'd probably have caused something near to a scene and she wasn't really happy about that thought. She frowning slightly when Joel wrapped his arms around her waist but didn't really move all that close, keeping a certain amount of distance between the two of them. Well, that could be due to the fact that he'd also seen her brother, she couldn't be sure though, but she hated dancing with someone without having a close proximity. Rolling her eyes, she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking him in a way that almost challenged him to put more distance between them. "The school is nice," she said with a slight nod as he asked how she was enjoying it. "The Theater prof is amazing, too," she added.

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