I know I don't usually do anything but The Outsiders, but since I'm not really taking requests right now and haven't posted in a while, I thought I'd give you guys this, written for my best friend PonygirlCurtis722! 💕 Enjoy!

Your POV:

"Emily, are you going to the Winter Formal?" A friend of mine asks me one afternoon, standing in the hallway before the next class starts.

"Probably not," I admit, eyeing a cute blonde boy as he walks past us. His blue eyes shimmer as he flashes us a smile.

"He's so hot," my friend swoons. I nod in agreement. Corey Haim, a Sophomore, just like me, had started going to my school a few months back, and in the short time he's been here, he's already become one of the most popular guys.

"So the dance... why aren't you going?" She asks me. I shrug.

"I guess there's no point. I mean, nobody's asked me yet, so..." My voice trails off and she gives me a small smile.

"Nobody's asked me yet either. Why don't we go together? My mom can pick you up, and hopefully we'll find some cute guys to dance with," she says. After a moment of thought, I agree.

"That sounds like a fun idea," I decide.

"Great!" She says. "I never miss these things, but I hate going alone."

"What time tomorrow?" I ask, just as the bell rings.

"6:00," she responds, racing off to her class. I do the same, going to English. I sit in my regular seat, and notice a few people have moved around.

"Hey," Corey says, turning around from the chair in front of me as I put my stuff down. My heart flutters.

"Hi Corey," I say with a smile. We've talked before, but not very often. He usually sits towards the back of the room, laughing with friends, while I'm in the first or second row, listening to lecture.

"What'd you think of the homework last night?" He asks me. I blink. Really? That's what he wanted to ask?

"I thought it was pretty easy. Just grammar," I tell him. He nods, and I take out the worksheet our teacher had given us. It was easy, just comma placement.

"I kinda had trouble," he admits, blushing. I look down at his work, which he seems to have done mostly correct. Before I can say that, though, he interrupts.

"Are you going to the dance tomorrow night?" My heart pounds quickly in surprise. I nod.

"Y-yeah. I actually just decided to," I say, trying to hint, but not exactly say that I don't have a date. He looks like he wants to say more, but the teacher walks in and tells everyone to quiet down.

"Save me a dance," he says, turning to face front. I smile at him.

•••
That night I buy a dress for the dance, and eagerly await the night of the dance. My friend gets here at 6:00, right as she said and I get in the car, smoothing down my blue knee length dress. My hair is curled, up in a ponytail, which she compliments, before gossiping about who's going with who. I barely pay attention, until she mentions Corey.

"You know he's not going with anyone?" She exclaims, excited.

"I figured as much. Every girl wants a piece of him he probably can't decide who to take," I reason, thinking about my last encounter with him. I couldn't decide if he said that to every girl he talks to or not. "Save me a dance."

When we get to the school, she and I run in, but I'm left alone when a group of friends takes her away. I walk around for a little while, socializing and making small talk with some kids in my classes. The first slow song plays, and a lot of my friends go to the dance floor with their dates, but I stand off to the side, chatting away. Soon, I've been there for almost an hour.

After a few more songs, Corey comes up to me.

"Hey!" He says, giving me an adorable smile. "I've been looking for you all night!" My eyes widen.

"Me?" He nods, laughing.

"Of course you. Who else?" He asks. I shrug, blushing.

"You did say you'd save me a dance," he points out.

"That's true," I agree.

"Well," he shoves his hands in his pockets, seeming nervous. "You look beautiful." I smile.

"T-thank you. You want that dance now?" I ask him, embarrassed. He nods.

"Yeah." We go out into the middle of the room, where mostly everyone's  hanging out. We find an empty space and stand across from each other, dancing and making nervous small talk.

Then, another slow song comes on, and without even discussing it, I'm in his arms. Slowly, we sway back and forth, and I'm in paradise. 

"You know something, Emily?" He asks me, looking into my eyes.

"What?" I ask.

"Ever since I saw you for the first time a few months ago, I thought you were the prettiest girl in the school," he says. I don't know how to respond, so I just smile.

Sadly, after a moment, the song ends and changes to some other song, not slow or sweet, or the right mood for that dance. I sigh quietly, wishing that that moment could have lasted forever.

Corey stays by my side throughout the night, dancing with me until the last song. When the night is over, he insists on accompanying me outside and waiting until my dad comes to pick me up. As we wait, we hold hands. When he gets there, he walks me over to the car and opens the door for me.

"Emily?" he asks, before he closes the door.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"I had a great time tonight... Do you want to go out some time?" He asks.

"I'd love to," I respond, kissing his cheek before he closes the door.