#sunshinesips

He definitely wasn’t the kind of kid to be here. Sat in a fairly uncomfortable plastic chair, next to people he didn’t even know. He felt hot and squeamish, causing him to squirm in his seat. He glanced over at the person to the right of him, texting away on her phone. He wondered if she knew that he was looking at her. He panicked and looked down at his lap. He started to fidget with the plastic wrapping of the bouquet he had bought before arriving. He took a few deep breaths and folded his hands in his lap.

God I hope it starts soon.

He sat there in pure agony for what felt like hours before the lights started to dim. Signaling the audience that the dance was about to begin. It sort of reminded him of your first date, to the movies, he recalled how he prayed to Moses that you couldn’t notice how red and sweaty he was when you grabbed his hand. Jesus, he was just so nervous.

He looked up when the curtains drew back and he scanned the stage for you.

Not her. Not her. Not her. Oh god where is she? Am I in the wrong recital? Oh my god. OH THERE SHE IS!

He stared at you in pure awe, your hair was up in a perfect bun. One that took you hours to perfect. He then focused on your face, you were nervous, he could tell. Though, you couldn’t tell unless you had been staring at her, similar to how he was. When you had originally asked him to go to your dance recital, he was hesitant to accept. Not because he didn’t want to see you, of course he did. Hell, he could practically preform the dance perfectly, due to all the times he had seen you practice. Of course, he would rather die then get on stage and do anything remotely close to what you were going to be doing. But despite his bubbling social anxiety, he happily accepted. So there he was, sitting alone in a room full of people. The music started to play and any anxiousness he had before went out the window as you started to move across the stage. He stared at you intently, watching your every move. At this moment, it was just you two. Alone. In his bedroom, as you practiced the same moves over and over again, determined to get it right. And of course, you did. Up on that stage, you were magic, the purest form of beauty. The way your body swayed and turned to the music gave him chills, god, the things you did to him. You didn’t even have to touch him to put him on edge. He was practically shaking when it was over. You had assumed your final pose and scanned the crowd for Evan. When your eyes finally met, he practically imploded with happiness. You smiled sweetly at him and winked. Even with the lights dim, you could still see him blush as the curtains closed.

"YOU DID SO GOOD BABE! YOU WERE AMAZING!" He screeched as soon as he saw you. You ran into his arms and squeezed tightly. "Oh! I almost forgot!" He pulled back and held out the flowers in front of you. "Thank you Evan! I love them! "You squealed and jumped into his arms once more. You were the one to pull away this time, a huge grin on your face, and love in your eyes. He couldn’t help himself as much as he wasn’t a PDA kind of person, it felt morally wrong  not to do this. So, with a swift movement, he closed the gap between you two, passionately kissing your soft lips. It took you by surprise at first, but you eventually melted in his touch and gripped the back of his neck, attempting to deepen the kiss. He  slowly pulled back, you watched his eyes flutter open and lock with yours. You smiled wide and kissed his nose, but before you could pull back, he brought his lips to your ear breathing deeply into sending chills down your spine. "Hows about I take you home and show you how amazing you are? Hm?"  You smiled.