The Dance

Dear Imena,

Three months later, Milo and I were pretty good friends. We would hang out a lot, and we even went to our high school's homecoming with a group of friends.

When the slow dances started, Milo looked at me awkwardly and tried to ask me a question, but he was so nervous he kept stuttering. So I smiled at him and grabbed his hand,

"Come dance with me." I said, putting my other hand on his shoulder.

He smiled back and put his free hand on my waist. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, and there was a lot of laughing as we tried to figure out what we were supposed to be doing. Eventually, it turned into rocking side to side in place. We were quiet for most of the time, just enjoying the moment.

After the dance, Milo took me home. When we got to my house, Milo got out of the car with me and walked me to the front door.

"Thank you for giving me a ride and coming with me to homecoming. I had a lot of fun." I said.

"No problem, thanks for letting me tag along. I probably wouldn't have gone if you hadn't asked, and it was fun." he said, smiling.

I smiled back at him and started to open the front door, but I stopped and looked at Milo.

"Milo," I said, "I've been thinking..."

"About what?" he asked.

There were so many things I wanted to say, but for whatever reason I couldn't say any of it out loud. After a few moments of trying to figure out what to say and how to say it, I gave up.

"This might make more sense than my stuttering." I said, then I kissed Milo.

He stared at me in surprise.

"Does that make sense?" I asked him.

He kissed me again, and smiled at me when he pulled away.

"Are you sure?" He asked me.

I nodded.

His smile somehow grew even wider, "In that case, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." I said, and Milo hugged me, and I hugged him back.

When we pulled away, Milo realized his parents were still waiting in the car for him. So he said goodbye, kissed me on the cheek, and ran to his parent's car.

I went in the house and started getting ready for bed. Just as I was climbing into bed, I got a text. It was from Milo.

Milo: I'm not sure if you've gone to bed or not yet, but I just wanted to say I had a really good time tonight. You looked amazing, by the way. Goodnight, sleep well.

Me: Thank you, Milo. I had a good time too. Goodnight.

I went to sleep feeling like the luckiest girl in the world that night.

- 𝒮. 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒