[Music: Everything By Lifehouse]
Was Tom Pierce asking me to dance? What in my teen fantasy shit is this?
"Let's say I'm making your dreams come through," Tom said, giving me that famous dashing smile of his, the one that always made me trip whenever I saw it from a mile away.
I was really a clumsy idiot, weren't I?
"H-How cocky..." The words left me before I could stop them.
Tom laughed softly. "After all, you are obsessed with me."
I blushed. "I told you it was a silly joke."
"But if you were..." He showed me his palm. "I think a dance is a good way to start, don't you think?"
I eyed his stretched-out hand, feeling a hefty sensation consuming me.
I should be excited about dancing with my crush and having that checked off my long list of imaginary things I wrote down in my diary.
I smiled softly. "That would be lovely."
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm sensing a... but?"
"My plans for tonight were—"
"So there were plans?" he teased. "Go on, tell me. I'm curious."
