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Mission: Don't fuck up the dancing.
Hero sat hunched over on the park bench, fiddling with his bowtie and checking his watch for the umpteenth time in the span of two minutes. Seven. Any minute, now. Aaaaaaany minute...
"Hey, Hero!" Mari jogged over in her high heels and purple evening dress, beaming. Her smile lit up the evening's darkness far better than any of the parks lamps ever could. She looked...
"Stunning." Hero whispered, under his breath.
"Sorry, what was that?" Mari cocked her head, looking confused.
"You look, uh, amazing." Hero murmured, slightly louder.
"Aw, thank you! You look handsome, too."
"Aha, yeah, thanks..." he turned red, getting up and offering the young lady his arm. "Sh-shall we?"
She giggled. "Yes, we shall." she took his arm as he led her to his family's car. Hero got into the driver's seat as Mari slid into its shotgun counterpart. He started up the car, pulling out of the Garcia driveway.
The drive to school was fairly standard, with the two watching the passing scenery in companionable silence. Soon enough, Hero pulled up in the school parking lot. The two got out of the car, with the girl taking her partner's hand and walking into the school building. The pair managed to locate the venue of the dance, with Mari pushing the door open with her hip.
"So... shall we just cut to the chase and get to the dancing?" the corners of Mari's mouth quirked up into a small smile.
"I, I'd love to, but, uh, I don't really know how to..." Hero muttered sheepishly.
"That's fine! I'll lead." she nudged his shoulder with hers.
"Then, yeah, let's."
Mari guided Hero onto the dancefloor, turning to face him.
"Okay, first, you'll need to place your left hand on my hip," she instructed. He turned red, doing what he was told. In turn, the young lady placed her left hand on her counterpart's shoulder. "Very good. Now, take my right hand," he did so, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Then, Mari started moving her feet to the song. Hero tried to mirror her movements, and succeeded, but his were much more jerky. "Relax, dear. Relax."
Soon enough, the couple's movements were starting to meld together smoothly. The music was beginning to crescendo.
"Now, dip me down." Hero gulped. As the music reached its peak, he dipped Mari down, blushing like mad. Their eyes met. Hero, finally taking the initiative, pull her up and kissed her.
It was like fireworks and flowers blooming, and she ran her hands through his hair. As the music died down, the two parted.
"So... d'you want to grab some punch?" Mari asked.
"Yeah. Let's-let's do that."
The couple each got a cup of Kool-Aid that was almost, almost as red as Hero was. They sipped it together as the next song began to play.
"This," Hero started. "This is nice, r-right?"
"Yeah," Mari nodded in agreement. "I want our wedding to be like this."
"WHA-"
Hero's nice suit had to be sent to the drycleaners the next day for a Kool-Aid stain.