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Narrative for counted_stars dream swap event.
Butterflies are swarming in your stomach. You don't know why you're so nervous around him. He's just Rory. Good old, dependable Rory. He's been your friend since forever. And until a few weeks ago, that's all he's been.
If it wasn't for Mels, you'd still be in that blissful delusion. Instead, he's got you all turned about and you hardly know which ways up anymore. For once, your raggedy doctor is on the backburner for this lovely man you've known almost all your life.
There were other boys before him. Other dances, other kisses. Your cheeks warm at that. You're thinking of kissing him now? Have things progressed that far already? With any other guy, you'd have already done that act and been on your way to second base. But with Rory? Now that's moving just a little too fast.
You spent hours agonizing over the perfect outfit to wear. Nothing too revealing, but not so conservative either. You've got nice legs. Even if you're going to be with Rory you're rather keen on showing them off. So a short skirt with a nice cardigan it is. Simple make-up, classy hair. You're actually pretty proud of how uncomplicated you look.
When he comes to get you at the door, you're shy and uncertain and feeling not quite yourself. You try to tell yourself to snap out of it. But when he gives you the little corsage, your eyes water. You slap him in the chest to prove to yourself you aren't getting soft. Not over a stupid thing like flowers.
You're quite on the car ride over while he tries to make small talk. You smile and nod, but you can hardly think over all the thoughts swirling around in your head. You catch him looking at you quizzically and want to reassure him, but you can't. He's too important for you to screw this up.
The dance is just as bad. You dance around with Mels and a few other girls, but your eyes keep finding him bouncing badly to the music. A handful of guys ask you to dance with them, but you refuse. And when a slow song comes on? You run to the bathroom and brush right by him.
You stare at your face in the mirror, calling yourself a coward. How dare you treat him like this. You've almost sworn to spend the rest of the night in the bathroom when Mels comes along and drags you back out. "Come on, Amy! It's the Macarena," she laughs and you laugh with her.
Okay, Pond. You can do this. The Macarena. No one would find that romantic. When Mels leads you to stand next to Rory, you smile brilliantly at him and he gratefully returns the gesture. And then you lose yourself to the music, hooting and hollering and laughing at the absurdity of it all.
You look at Mels, and you grin like idiots. You look at Rory…and time slows down. It's just the two of you. He's smiling apologetically as he tries to remember the motions, a little behind everyone else. He's adorable and awkward and everything you could possibly want. And when he looks at you like that…
Your hands are on both sides of his face, kissing him for all you're worth, before you even realized you moved. Mels is shouting something in the background, but you've got more important things to tend to. This man, this lovely, lovely man is kissing you back and everything is right in the world. Nothing has ever made you happier.
Butterflies are swarming in your stomach. You don't know why you're so nervous around him. He's just Rory. Good old, dependable Rory. He's been your friend since forever. And until a few weeks ago, that's all he's been.
If it wasn't for Mels, you'd still be in that blissful delusion. Instead, he's got you all turned about and you hardly know which ways up anymore. For once, your raggedy doctor is on the backburner for this lovely man you've known almost all your life.
There were other boys before him. Other dances, other kisses. Your cheeks warm at that. You're thinking of kissing him now? Have things progressed that far already? With any other guy, you'd have already done that act and been on your way to second base. But with Rory? Now that's moving just a little too fast.
You spent hours agonizing over the perfect outfit to wear. Nothing too revealing, but not so conservative either. You've got nice legs. Even if you're going to be with Rory you're rather keen on showing them off. So a short skirt with a nice cardigan it is. Simple make-up, classy hair. You're actually pretty proud of how uncomplicated you look.
When he comes to get you at the door, you're shy and uncertain and feeling not quite yourself. You try to tell yourself to snap out of it. But when he gives you the little corsage, your eyes water. You slap him in the chest to prove to yourself you aren't getting soft. Not over a stupid thing like flowers.
You're quite on the car ride over while he tries to make small talk. You smile and nod, but you can hardly think over all the thoughts swirling around in your head. You catch him looking at you quizzically and want to reassure him, but you can't. He's too important for you to screw this up.
The dance is just as bad. You dance around with Mels and a few other girls, but your eyes keep finding him bouncing badly to the music. A handful of guys ask you to dance with them, but you refuse. And when a slow song comes on? You run to the bathroom and brush right by him.
You stare at your face in the mirror, calling yourself a coward. How dare you treat him like this. You've almost sworn to spend the rest of the night in the bathroom when Mels comes along and drags you back out. "Come on, Amy! It's the Macarena," she laughs and you laugh with her.
Okay, Pond. You can do this. The Macarena. No one would find that romantic. When Mels leads you to stand next to Rory, you smile brilliantly at him and he gratefully returns the gesture. And then you lose yourself to the music, hooting and hollering and laughing at the absurdity of it all.
You look at Mels, and you grin like idiots. You look at Rory…and time slows down. It's just the two of you. He's smiling apologetically as he tries to remember the motions, a little behind everyone else. He's adorable and awkward and everything you could possibly want. And when he looks at you like that…
Your hands are on both sides of his face, kissing him for all you're worth, before you even realized you moved. Mels is shouting something in the background, but you've got more important things to tend to. This man, this lovely, lovely man is kissing you back and everything is right in the world. Nothing has ever made you happier.