I sit on the bench seat, Deciding if I should go in. I can hear the bass outside. I turn the Chevelle off, The door slams shut. The air is filled with music, The only light shown is through strobes. They make my eyes hurt, But I keep walking through. I see all my friends, I walk over, But my eyes see you, In their corner. You look... Breath taking. Your black hair, Curled and shimmering. Your caramel skin, Accompanied by an orange dress. You look wonderful. It's nearly over then, It slows down. Guys go up to girls then embrace, Swaying to and fro, Slow and close. I look your way, You look back. Our eyes lock. Your eyes glance next to you. I walk over. Your hands drape over my shoulder, Mine rest on your waist. You stand rigid, As do I. The music goes on, We relax, We grow closer, Hearts beating to the drum. Your head resting on my shoulder, Mine resting on yours. I breath in slowly. Candy-like perfume fills my nose, I like it.