My heart flutters in my chest as I comb my hair. I guess people can change, I’m wearing my hair down. But it is just for the dance.

I lay the brush down on the white bathroom counter. I brush my bangs behind my ear as I smile at my reflection. I don’t look nearly as bad as I thought I would without my hair pulled back.

I actaully kind of look good. I smile again, running my fingers through my blonde hair.

I hold my dress as I run up the basement stairs. I left Davian outside my window, but he never asked for a invitation in so . . . I’m not going to feel bad that he was waiting for like twenty minutes.

I open the front door, Davian is still standing under my window, staring up at it.

Okay, maybe I do kind of feel bad. I walk over the threshold, gathering my dusty blue dress in my hand.

Davian looks over at me, his smile slowly fading as I walk down the three porch steps.

“Sorry for the wait,” I say, letting my dress fall out of my hand.

Davian half smiles, his brown eyes lingering on me. “No . . . No problem.” He stammers, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck.

We stand in silence on my front lawn for what feels like years. I’m not sure if Davian regrets telling me to get dressed and go with him. Or if he’s just stunned to see me without my hoodie.

“Should we go?” I ask, as Davian shakes his head.

“Yeah,” he says, motioning at his brothers truck that’s parked in front of my house. “Sorry, Tommy needed the truck so he’s dropping us off.”

I haven’t met Tommy yet. I’ve heard about him, mostly because he’s the only member of his family that Davian talks about.

“That’s fine,” I reply as we walk towards the truck. “I’ve been wanting to meet him anyways.”

Davian chuckles, “Really?” He asks.

Okay, I didn’t mean it like I want to meet your family because I like you. More like we’re friends and friends, normally meet their friends families at some point.

“Yeah,” I say as we reach the curb. “I mean you talk about him all the time. I need a face to go with the stories.”

Davian nods slowly, his black eyes locked on mine. I smile quickly looking away from his gaze. I feel my cheeks burning up as Davian opens the side door.

“You first,” he motions for me to climb into the dark truck.

I do, scooting all the way to the end of the seats. Tommy turns around in his seat as Davian shuts the door.

“So,” Tommy’s eyes look over me. “This is the girl my clueless brother can’t seem to stop talking about.”

Davian shoots Tommy a warning look, that makes both me and Tommy smile.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, as Tommy’s eyes fly back to mine.

He looks nothing like his brother, besides eye color the two don’t look related. Tommy has dark night black hair that falls over his forehead. He turns back around and starts up the engine, accelerating forward.

As the speed increases I shut my eyes. I’ve gotten used to cars, but not the way they speed.

My hand starts shaking in my lap as we exit the neighborhood. Tommy’s only going twenty miles an hour but it feels like eighty.

A gental hand wraps around mine. I open my eyes, to see Davian looking at me.

His eyes are so soft and gental, I take a deep breath. Squeezing his hand to stop the shaking.

Davian’s eyes stay on mine for the rest of the drive, each minute that passes makes me wish the school would grow legs and run away. I don’t want to leave the truck. I want to stay here.

Finally Tommy stops the truck, “Okay crazy kids!” He brings us out of our trance. “We’re here.”

Davian’s hand flies away from mine as Tommy shifts in his seat to look at us. “I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Davain nods as he unbluckes his seat belt.

I climb out shutting the door as Tommy speeds away. Davian comes up to my side, his fingers gently brushing mine.

We stare into the huge glass doors. Even from here I can tell that this dance isn’t a formal one. It’s causal. People jump around in T-shirts and shorts.

I force myself not to smile. “So . . .” I trail off as Davian looks down at me. “You don’t happen to have a T-shirt do you?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “This is a weird little situation.”

I laugh with him, “I guess we should have known that a school dance wasn’t going to be like a ball.”

Davian nods. “Movies are the biggest liers ever.”

I can’t argue with that. The dances they put on screen are always such beautiful things. I haven’t see something like this on TV, and I doubt I ever will.

“I could call my brother,” Davian sighs. “I bet he wouldn’t mind picking us up. Although he’ll want to know why . . . He’ll never stop laughing at me.”

As Davian pulls out his phone and unlocks it with his thumb it opens to his music.

“Hey!” I say as an idea hits me. “Why don’t we just dance out here?”

Davian looks at the school. I can tell he’s thinking of all the possible reasons why that wouldn’t work.

“The field is far enough away from any windows,” I reassure him. “No one will see us.”

Davian grabs my hand a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. “Why not.”

We both run for the field behind the school. Ducking behind the windows we pass on the way.

We make it to the center of the field, both breathing like we’ve been running for hours.

Davian laughs, running a hand through his cinnamon hair.

He pulls his phone out again, unlocking it.

“Any preference?” He asks, scrolling through his playlists.

I smile. “Actually yeah. Thinking out loud.”

Davian searchs it, clicking on the familair green album cover.

“It was my mom’s favorite,” I say as the song starts up.

Davian smiles, lifting his hand out to me. “Then lets dance for her.”

I take his hand as Davian tosses his phone into the green grass.

He twirls me, making me trip and fall onto him.

The song starts growing louder into the chorus as I stare into Davian’s eyes.

I steady myself, resting my hand on his shoulder. We sway back and forth to the beat of the song.

Our eyes lock, and I’m pretty sure there’s no key that could unlock this feeling.

Davian twirls me again, this time I fall perfectly back into place. Shivers run down my spine as our eyes meet again.

I feel so sick, and nervous and my hearts beating like it’s about to explode. But I love it, because when I feel this way it means that Davain’s next to me.