Dance, dance!!

Rachel: TYSON DON’T BE RUDE. Girl if I had known I would have totally invited you! Sneaky queen needs to get her ass through that portal.

Meanwhile, Amy’s just off by her lonesome, smiling to herself when thinking about the plans that Rachel had for Ty ( or, what she had known of them ).

“Y-Yeah, Ames. I’m, just, nervous. Is all.” They were still three weeks away from Halloween. Plenty of time for Tyson to pluck up the courage to go with Derrick to that dance. Or, so he’d thought. As the days had begun to whittle away, Ty found his resolve, lessened.

Not cause he didn’t want to. Oh. He wanted to. Real bad. Just. The thought of Derrick rejecting him, or being disgusted by him…

“Alright love, couple of things. One, you’ll do fine,” Amy reached over, and gripped at Tyson’s hands: they felt cold, a bit clammy. Damn, he really was nervous over all of this. Amy’s brows furrowed, yet she smiled, and squeezed reassuringly along Tyson’s palms. Her voice sounded careful, yet filled to the brim with belief in him,

Tyson felt his heart and his stomach flip: just her saying it, made his mind startin picturing the act– Nope!! Nuh uh, he was not going to think bout that right now!!

He could feel it: his face was no doubt reddened again, and Tyson coughed, rubbed at the back of his hair. A huff left him, equal parts embarrassed and stupidly amused. Amy sure got to the point…!!

“Of… Of course I do,” the answer was hurried: almost hushed. Despite them being alone, it still felt, embarrassing to say aloud. Tyson had never– not out loud admitted to that, before.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, then chanced a glance at her.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had a crush on somebody before, or kissed....” Amy trailed off, and then a look of sheer shock crossed her face: mouth open, in a smile, eyes glinted with amusement but also looked at Tyson like he was just, just precious.

“I know that!” Tyson smiled despite himself; his voice sounded lighter, and he exhaled, reaching a hand up to scratch along the side of his cheek. Man. Amy sure loved to ask him stuff about Derrick. Not that Tyson, minded: it was nice to be able to talk about the big guy. Sorta made up for not being able to see Derrick, at points…

Besides, he and Amy were by themselves, right now. No prying eyes or listening ears to start nasty rumours. Tyson had just gotten naturally defensive and tensed, due to the general atmosphere. Amy was one of the only people that Tyson could talk about these kinds of feelings with.

She understood. She was like himself…

“Alright, I’ll bite. Sorry, what was your question again?” He had gotten sidetracked, lost train of thought. No doubt thanks to getting so flustered and defensive.

“Heh, okay. So!” Amy clapped her hands together, there was a certain glint to her gaze, and she just came right out with it,

“Do you think about kissing him?” No point in delaying the inevitable questions: besides, Amy had a feeling that Ty was sort of dying to share those deep, buried secrets.

“H-Hey! The hell, Amy!” His voice cracked, and Tyson huffed, crossing his arms. Still, he smiled, across at her, only somewhat tapped his foot in annoyance.

“Real funny.”

“I thought it was hilarious,” her voice teased, and Amy’s eyebrows rose, forehead wrinkling slightly at his expression. Did Ty even realise the faces he made, at points? Even just when he talked about Derrick?