Arriving at the party, I climb off his motorcycle, thankful to be alive. It was not something I'd like to do again. Every little jerk had me holding my breath, thinking that I was going to die. I was tense the whole ride, and not once did I relax. Oliver, on the other hand, was completely calm. He jammed out to the radio, and I found him staring at me through the mirrors a couple times. I screamed at him to watch the road. He found this hilarious for some reason.

A giant house looms above us, illuminated with bright lights. I'm a little nervous to be honest. This is my first party after all, and I don't know what to expect. Also, I don't think I've ever met the person that's throwing the party. Some rich, popular dude or something.

We enter the house, and I'm surprised to find people there already. The house is packed. I don't think I've seen this many people in one room at a time. In the middle of all the chaos, there's a dance floor, piled high with dancing party goers. The DJ blasts music through loud speakers. The first song ends, and another one comes on.

"This is my favorite song!" I shout over the loud music. Oliver grins at my excitement. I grab his wrist and pull him onto the dance floor, smiling like an idiot.

It's strange how music can do that to a person. When your favorite song comes on, you drop everything to sing along. It lifts your spirit entirely, but when it's over, you'd give anything to listen to it just one more time. I am on top of the world, singing loudly and dancing about, soaking up the lyrics of Young Volcanoes.

"We are wild! We are like young volcanoes!"

Oliver, unexpectedly, is singing with me. I can't hear him over the loud music, but I can see his lips moving with the words. I close my eyes and continue to jump up and down. So this is what a party feels like. I haven't even been here for five minutes and I'm already liking it. Young Volcanoes ends and another song comes on. I think it's called Stitches. I stumble over the lyrics, belting them out as loud as can. Oliver laughs.

"This is great!" I yell.

"What?" He yells back, unable to hear me.

"This is great!" I try again. He shakes his head and grabs my wrist, pulling me hard against his chest. I blush, glad for the dark room.

I stand on the tips of my toes to reach his ear. "This is great."

I can feel his breath on my neck as he answers back. "I told you, didn't I?"

I smile at him as I pull away. He grins back and we continue or crazy dancing. I'm so caught up in the beat of the music that I don't hear the change in pace. A slow song has come on. I stop in the middle of jumping to stare at Oliver. He just smirks at me.

Oh no.

I know that smirk, despite having met him only a week ago. He's about to do something stupid. He bows and sticks his hand out with a flourished jester.

"May I have this dance, my Lady?"

I giggle, "Why of course Oli."

"Let us dance then, Red."

I take his hand, and he leads me deeper into the mass of people on the dance floor. I hesitantly place my arms around his neck, unsure of what to do. Oliver smirks and grabs onto my waist. He brings us closer so that we're chest to chest, and my cheeks flame red. The beat isn't horribly slow, but it could still be considered a slow song. As we dance, I remember something. He was singing Young Volcanoes with me. Does he like Fall Out Boy? I decide to ask.

"Oli? I didn't know you listened to Fall Out Boy."

"Yeah. They're my favorite band."

My eyes widened in surprise, and My voice rises in pitch with my excitement." Really?! Me too!"

"What other bands do you like?" He asks.

"My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Panic! At The Disco-"

"That is literally all I listen to," he chuckles.

"I've never met someone who has an appreciation for great bands like I do."

"Well you're one of a kind Red." He removes a hand from around my waist to ruffle my hair. I swat his hand away to stop him from messing up my unusually perfect locks.

After a couple hours, I realize that it's late. I don't have a curfew or anything, but I'm kinda tired from all this dancing. I grab Oli's hand and drag him away from all of the drunk dancers.

"Ready to leave?

I yawn, "Yeah. Take me home!"

He laughs, and we walk outside to his motorcycle. It doesn't take too long to get to my house, and I'm not as afraid of the bike as I was before. On the porch, I stop to thank him. He stands there with his hands in his pockets, blond hair blowing slightly in the wind.

"I had a great time. Thanks for inviting me to that party."

"It wouldn't have been fun without you, Willow."

I look down at my feet shyly. When I bring my eyes up to meet his, he's standing closer than before. He glances at my lips and than at my eyes. I suck in a surprised breath. Is he going to kiss me?!

What if my breath smells bad? Are my lips chapped? I don't even know how to kiss! Oh god, this-

But he doesn't kiss me. He takes a step back, and I'm surprisingly disappointed.

Pinky promise not to tell?
-Willow
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A/n
Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've been super busy. Anyways, I totally picture the slow song they're dancing to to be Hold Eachother by A Great Big World. Listen to it because I put it at the top. Love ya!
-Stargazer12647