The Dance

     The next three days passed by like a blurry haze. I still had no one to sit with at lunch or even just talk to. I even avoided Charlie whenever he confronted me to ask about Selena. I'd make up some silly excuse like, "Sorry! Can't talk right now. Gotta meat up with a friend." As soon as I was out of eat shot, I would snort, "If I had any!"

      When Saturday, the night of the dance, came I sat in my room, pondering on weather or (AN: or naaahhh...) not I should go. If Selena was going with Charlie, what hope do I have? Why should I even bother? I've already had my heart broken once. Would seeing them together would reopen my half-healed wound? Would it start the healing process again from the begining? After deciding that I ask too many questions I couldn't answer, I layed in bed. My eyes fluderred opened and then quickly closed. Soon, I was fast asleep, drifting along in my own dreams.

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By the time I awoke, there was only a half an hour left 'till the dance. My mom poked her head into my room. "You going to that dance of yours? If not, I'm going shopping." No time for pondering now. I had to make a spilt second decion.

     "Yeah, just give me some time to get ready." What am I doing? Guess my questions will be answers after all. My mom left my room and I let out a huge sigh. Then, I got up to pick out my dress. I decided on my one of my favorite dresses. It was a dark purple with a sparkly light purple belt. It came done just below my knees. It had sliver pokadots on just the bottom half, below the belt. There was one sleeve that covers half my right arm. It was a tight fit, I hadn't worn it in a while, but it still looked great. I quickly did some light blush and pink lipstick. I curled my hair as fast as possible while still lookin' good. Finally, I throw on some black heels and completed the look. I twirled around in my full body length mirror and admitted to my shelf that I looked hot. How could I feel broken hearted at the dance looking like this? I called to my mom, "MOM!! I'm ready for the dance!!"

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     I walked up to the steps of the gym and turned to wave to my mom. She smiled and lifted a finger off the wheel before driving toward Fry's. I sighed and put my hand on the handle. No turning back now. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

     The dance had already started. There was a D.J. up on the stage and a disco ball hanging in the center of the gym. There was colored lights positioned all around the room, pointed so they all refect off the disco ball. There was a conssions stand in the far left corner with punch and brownies. Why am I doing this?  The question's been in my head since I told my mom I was going. Now it really stung. My best guess was that I was desperate and refused to accept I was beaten. Beaten at... at love. That stung even worse than the question.

     I walked over to that conssions stand. If I'm going just stand and evauate myself, I might as well do it while I eat. I grabbed a brownie and started to eat it when I saw as someone walking towards me. I didn't recognize who it was, but instincts were telling me, Bad! Enemy! Leave! Don't talk! But my curiosity was telling me Ooohhh, who is that? I wanna know! I wanna know! In the end my curiosity won the battle and I stayed to see who it was. As the person walked closer, I noted she was a girl. She had long, straight, dark brown hair. It swished as she walked up to me in her toe length silver dress. She looked fimilaer, though I couldn't recall from where. Maybe she just looked like some famous actress.

      "Hi I'm Emma! I started her last week and noticed you've been alone a lot lately. Thought you'd like a friend." Why were my instincts telling me this girl was an enemy? Even though she seemed really nice, I still had a bad feeling about her.

     "Uh, hi. I'm Lilly and, yeah, I really could use a friend. That's very kind of you to ask." I ate another bite of my brownie. Emma griped my shoulder, but not hard enough to hurt. Just to make a small point.

     "Hey, I getting bored. Wanna go dance?"

     "Sure, why not." I didn't see any harm in dancing, it might even lift my spirts a little. I was dancing half-heartedly when I caught sight Charlie out of the corner of my eye. I totally expected my heart to be crushed, but for some reason it wasn't. It was an extremely weird feeling. Then, I realized why my heart wasn't aching. Selena wasn't in my line of sight. I looked around, but I couldn't see her anywhere. Where was she? I scanned the dance floor one last time before returning my focus to Emma.

     "Who are you looking for?"

     "Oh, no one," I lied.

     "OK... Then let's dance! Come on!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me further onto the dance floor. Closer to the middle. She kept me focused on dancing and having fun. For that, I was thankful for. I felt like I had a real friend again. No. I know I have a real friend again.

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     The rest of the night went by quickly. You know what they say, time flys when your having fun. And Emma was really fun to be around. Anytime she caught me dazing, or even just glancing across the faces of the people dancing, looking lost and confused, she would quickly find me sometime to do. No day dreaming or sadness on Emma's watch. We danced and ate brownies and drank punch. But not all at the same time. That'd just be weird.

     Eventually, Emma's mom came to pick her up. I was alone once again. But I didn't mind. This time I had good thoughts to think about... Until Charlie walked up.

     "So, you gonna speak now? Or make more excuses." Ha, as if! I'm NOT telling him my secret!

     "Uh, um, oh, I think I see my mom coming. Gotta go!"

     "Lilly."

     "Yyyaaa?"

     "There no one there."

     "Oohh." I sat down. "Fine. You win. Whatta ya wanna know."

     "Everything. Start from the beginning."

     "OK, well. We used to be best friends then, hey, why do you wanna know any way?" He sat down beside me.

     "Because she won't stop hitting on me, and I don't even like her!!"

     "Wait. Did you just say you don't like her!?"

     "Ya, I did. I mean I don't. Ahh, you know what I mean!"

     "Then who did you go to the dance with?"

     "My girlfriend, Isabella!"

     "You... have a girlfriend. This is great!" I sighed a huge sigh of relief.

     "Your... not sad?" Sad? No, of course not! Heart broken? Totally! Wow. That sounds wrong even in my head. Better not say it.

     "Me, sad? Why?"

     "Well usually when I tell girls I have a girlfriend, they get all teary eyed and run away." I let out a hard laugh.

      "Really! Your kidding!"

      "Nope. Really. Wait... why is it great?"

      "Oh, uh..." Just then I heard a car driving up. I stood and walked to the curb. It was my mom's car. I gave a wave to Charlie and he waved back. I opened the side door and hopped in.

     "Did you have a good time at the dance, Lilly?" My mom asked me, so I answered honestly.

     "Yeah. Yeah I did. It was wonderful. Have fun shopping?"

     "Of course!" And on that note, she started the car and drove home. When we got home, I  layed down immediately and went to sleep with out even changing. What a night...