I remember the dance.
I walked into the school and looked all around for Sam.
When I first caught sight of him I was in complete awe. From the way he wore his hair to how his suit fit perfectly on him. I loved how his white tie made his blue eyes pop and the way he smiled the second we made eye contact.
There really is no comparison to how incredible he looked because in my eyes, he was the most incredible person to exist.
Comparing him to a summers day like Shakespeare did for some unknown woman, would be an understatement to how incredible he was. In fact, it would almost be offensive to compare him to something that would be so dull next to him.
Although I was astonished by his looks, I didnt want to just stand in the doorway of the school the entire night, I wanted to hang out with the boy I liked.
I made my way over to him, where he stood confidently. Posture at its best, arms crossed over his chest, with the smile mentioned earlier still plastered to his face.
"You look great" he complimented me.
"Thanks. You look great too" I returned the gesture. I didnt want to come across too strong, so I let my understatement stand.
He then took my hand and pulled me into the commons where the dance was being held.
It wasnt too extravagant, but then again it was only a high school dance. The music wasnt all that great either. I mean, if I wanted to listen to trash I'd go outside while the garbage truck was driving by. However, it was still spring formal and I was here with Sam, so whatever there was to complain about was really only a minor detail.
Besides, a decent slow song did come on that night.
When it did Sam held his hand out to me to ask for a dance, and I accepted the offer.
People were slightly surprised to see us slow dancing and actually meaning it. It shocked people that two boys liked each other. Which I dont understand why. Sure, I dont flaunt my sexuality around, but it really wasnt a secret either.
Anyway, surprisingly nobody pestered us, and we just continued to horribly dance. Our dancing was so bad that I almost wished someone would have stopped us, just to say we looked stiff and uncomfortable. Then again, if someone would have stopped us then we wouldnt have shared such a great moment.
As said, our dancing was bad, neither of us had any rhythm whatsoever, but it was still sweet.
He stood so close, there was barely a gap between us. My hands resting on his waist, while his arms were lazily slung over my shoulders.
"So... Do you like me?" I asked him, letting my curiosity get the best of me.
"Well, Do you like me?" He responded with another question.
"I asked first"
"Well I only like you if you like me" he told me.
Without thinking it over much, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
When I pulled away I looked him in the eyes and said "I like you."
From then on, we were once again inseparable, but not official.