• Today I am going to be missing my little sister’s ballet recital to go to my friend Hank’s party. I never really understood how Hank convinced his parents to let him have beer at his parties. He always has a party every Friday. Briana, Steph, whoever Briana was dating that week and I will usually go to about 2 or 3 a month.
    “Why do we go to these parties anyway?” Steph asks. Steph isn’t really into the whole “party” scene. She prefers to spend all day playing soccer.
    “Because all the cute guys go to them” Briana explains, sounding annoyed. She was doing her normal Hottie Scan.
    “Do you guys think David is coming?” I ask.
    “Why? You know, you spend a lot of time with him.” Steph asks curiously.
    “No I don’t!” I yell.
    “Relax a little. You two need to get out more.” Briana says.
    “We get out enough…anyway I have to spend time with David because Mr. Briolette volunteered me. It’s not like I want to help.” Of course I do, I scream in my head.
    Briana soon disappears into the scene of dancing sweaty bodies, leaving me alone with Steph.
    “Oh hunk hottie at 12 o’ clock…oh wait never mind…it’s only David.” Steph says with a sigh.
    “He came? Wow I never thought he was into the whole party scene…hmm…”
    “I think you like him...You do don’t you!”
    “No I don’t…ok well maybe a little…it’s not like he likes me back…I mean I try to flirt with him but he never tries to ask me out…plus what would Briana say any way? She would just tell me it was stupid to go out with him.”
    “Girl please…who cares what Briana thinks? She has her own problems to deal with…if you like him then go over there and talk to him.”
    “Really…I guess I’ll try. See you later.” I say as I head into the corner he is in. I take a quick look back and see Steph is gone.
    “Hi…David…um…I saw you come in…so…I was thinking. Do you want to dance?”
    “No.” My heart feels like it had just been stabbed.
    “Oh…well then…I guess I’ll see you…” As I turn to leave he puts his hand on my shoulder.
    “Wait…I’m sorry for being rude. It’s just that I don’t know how to dance.”
    “Really! Wow I would have never expected that! Do you want me to teach you? All you have to do is your own thing…make it up as you go. What do you say will you?”
    “Uh. Sure. Come on.” He leads me onto the dance floor and we begin to dance.