~ “Hey, hey, hey lover, you don’t have to be a star. Hey, hey, hey lover, I love you just the way you are. For love is just the same without fortune or fame, just give me true love and understanding.” ~

You and Vance never really talked, you just know stuff about him. - Everyone does. They know his favourite colour, movie, song, place to be, game, season, age. Everything!! And it’s because he’s popular, - not because everyone loves him, but because everyone fears him.

it was winter, everything was cold and it got dark at 5pm. But, the winter dance was coming up, you and your friends planned on going together due to not wanting to go with a “date.”

you were walking from school, kicking the slushy, brown snow around with your boots before you accidentally bumped into someone at the bus stop causing brown, mucky snow to land on their jeans. You look up and see Vance, - you got snow on THE Vance Hopper’s jeans. Thankfully he didn’t say anything about it and just got on the bus with a slight huff.

you sigh and headed home on the bus, - but at least the next day was the dance.

they next day after school you got ready for the dance, putting on your best outfit, and making sure you look your best. After around an hour, you friends come and pick you up; as you all drive there you talk about how you think the nights gonna go.

as the night progresses and one of the slower songs come - “Ballrooms of mars” to be exact. One of Vance’s favourites, with “Hey Lover” playing after. You move to the side and stand by the wall sipping your drink, - all your friends had found someone to dance with, except you. - And there was no way you were dancing with Matty.

as you watch everyone else you see a familiar blonde come and stand beside you with an audible huff, - you’re surprised he wasn’t dancing to his favourite song; but then again; anyone would be to afraid to ask him to dance.

you both made eye contact for a moment before he rolled his eyes and looked away, then after a few minutes of silence he finally approached you. His messy blonde hair covering his face, and his hands shoved in the pockets of his white tux pants

he finally made eye contact with you before mumbling out the words:

Vance: “do you want to dance with me??”