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As you look up into the eyes of your best friend since seven, he puts one hand on your waste while the other grabs your hand as you put your other hand on his shoulder. The world seems to freeze and slow music becomes slower as you sway across the dance floor. In your mind quiet cruel words and odd looks of fellow classmates and sweaty teenagers turn in to muffled happy chatter and smiles. The moment couldn’t be more perfect.
“You look lovely to night” he says hardly above a whisper, as if saying it any louder would shatter the illusion of this perfect, magical moment.
“Do I?” you ask quietly as a soft smile quirk on your lips. He shakes his head and huffs with a grin because you’ve done this to him a million times, but despite that fact he moves to kiss the tip of your nose, closes his eyes, puts his forehead on yours and whispers “always”.
You feel a slight heat rise on your cheeks at that.
“And your eyes are gorgeous” and he keeps going.
“Are they?” you ask again, he only signs because he has the patience of a saint “of course.”
God, you love this man as much as you love your cat and tea.
“You look quite good in a suit” you state matter-of-factly, your face a little smug at the thought of making him flustered.
“As do you” but alas, all your efforts are in vain and the blush that was previously mentioned grew more violent on your face “…thank you”.
The music stops and you look at the stage to see the principal ready to announce the prom queen and king. Is not you, knew it wasn’t going to be and you’re fine with that, this isn’t some fairytale movie were everything works out at the end and the school you go to is suddenly soooo inclusive, plus you don’t really like all the attention on you, so you leave the schools popular-power couple to the spotlight.
You look at your ‘partner in crime’ and he looks back, his eyes are lovely as well, they look like the deep stormy ocean that you could drown in over and over again if you’re not careful, you’re a little jealous, but you won’t admit that to him, at least not yet. You gently grab his hand and guide him out of the building, but not too far so the song ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran is still in ear range, ha what an ironic song.
You start to dance again, slow and steady, how it should be. You rest your head on his shoulder as you sway to and fro, then you look back up into beautiful stormy pools that sparkle in the light of the moon, put your hand on his cheek and lean forward only enough for him to be able to close the distance and you close your eyes as you feel lips on yours, it’s clam and sweet. As you lean back to catch your breath he whispers “I love you” and you smile the biggest smile you think you ever have before in your life, so you whisper back “I love you too”.
This couldn’t be more perfect.