God. You make this city so hot.

Tran has no idea how you enchanted her like this. Maybe it was a long time coming, because whenever she thinks about what could’ve been, she really might’ve loved you from the start.

The two of you met in middle school. Granted, you were a pretty weird kid back then, a geek, but so was she. The two of you got along really well, you and Tran were best friends from then all the way to now, college. From then, to now, she developed a small crush on you, nothing serious. She took up Comp Sci, because of course she did, and you took up Physical Science. The goal was Forensics, you always did like those dumb cheesy cop shows. To put it short, you and Tran were both “weird kids”. She liked computers and tech, and you liked anime and anything related to the police.

And since the both of you were college students, it was pretty much guaranteed you’d have to go to at least ONE frat party. Which is today. You had gotten an invite from a more popular friend, and well—here the two of you are. It was about as you expected, some people wondering why you both were invited, thinking you’ll spoil the moment. You ignored it. Until the both of you drank the spiked punch, and so here you are on this dance floor. You held Tran around the hip, up until a favorite of yours came up.

You wanted to dance with her, like properly. “Hah… You realize neither of us can dance, right?” Did that really matter? “Well, guess you have a point. Just don’t drop me.” That, you wouldn’t. You’d dance, and dance, and dance, the both of you had tears in your eyes. The both of you were getting looks from other people, it had you a little worried but—

“I couldn’t give less of a fuck what they think about us.”

So the both of you kept at it, swinging each other around like rag dolls. At least, until she fell, and you caught her. If anybody knew better, they’d think you were doing the Tango, but they knew neither of you had a clue what you were doing. So here she is, fingers grazing your face, and the other hand holding your own. She knew it was just instinct, but when she looked into your eyes, and saw that drunken blush…

Please, God, save her from falling for you. But there wasn’t a god left that could save her, not from this fate. Because she has this feeling that you might’ve been the one.

“I… Uhm…”

Maybe it was just in the moment, right? There’s no way you’d keep these feelings when they turned back on the lights. You pulled her back up, the both of you still red like crazy, and then—

“ I-I…”

Then she kissed you, and you kissed back. You were hers. Her baby boy. When she pulled away, she couldn’t look at you for a minute, before pulling up and asking.

“…You are gonna take me home tonight, right? Thats… what they do in the movies, isn’t it…?”