"Would you like to dance?"

She leaned toward him, straining to hear through the hollow echo of a Frampton tune bouncing off the gymnasium walls. Not hearing, but assuming he wanted to dance, she smiled and motioned toward the corner of the gym that wasn't crowded. Caught up in the rhythmic beat, she swayed to the music without really looking at him. It really didn't matter to her who he was or what he looked like, when she danced. The music, the beat, the heat...all of it would sweep her away, out of the High school gym, out of the real world and into her own little bubble. 

Those that were still back in the gym in the world that she left behind, couldn't help but watch her. She wasn't just dancing, she was....or to them becoming the music. 

He liked the way her body moved. She drew him to her as if she was a vacuum, wanting to suck every little bit of life he had, into her world. His head began to spin and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore....the music stopped.

She shyly, looked up at him. He watched her brown eyes melt in the darkness as she smiled and burst out in laughter. Around their bodies, binding them together, was a long red tissue streamer that had, a few minutes before, been hanging as a decoration from the ceiling. 

They hadn't noticed it until now.

Close enough to feel his breath in her hair, and feeling a little awkward, she reached down and began breaking the streamer, that held them together as if they were a package. 

He wanted to just stand there and hold her longer...to continue breathing in the lingering flowery scent that enveloped her long, long silky hair. He didn't want her to break the streamer that held them together. 

When the last piece of shredded red tissue lay at their feet, she quietly smiled, leaned in and whispered a breathy, "thank you" in his ear. Then she began to walk away. 

He reached for her, but she was already halfway across the gym. 

She stopped to look back, but couldn't see him, through the thick High school crowd. Why she looked back puzzled her......

He spent the rest of the dance sitting in the balcony hoping to catch a glimpse of her, now and then, on the crowded dance floor. 

The feelings she stirred in him affected him in ways he couldn't understand... Turning to his friend on the bleacher next to him, he pointed to her and said, "See that girl down there... the one with the red dress and really long hair? See her? I just know it, and I don't know why...but, she will be mine someday... I'm serious, she will be mine."