All the boys in the room are looking at you.

Ellie states, her hands on your hips. She smiles faintly at you, hiding her jealousy. She has no fucking right to be. You're not hers. You're her friend, that's all. She doesn't even know if you're into girls. She closes her eyes as she hears you answer something about the fact that maybe it's Ellie they look at, and she steps closer, feeling your arms around her neck, still swaying on the rhythm of the music.

I'm just a girl. Not a threat.

Ellie opens her eyes. You're so tucking gorgeous. She could almost forget she's not alone dancing in the barn, that there's all the community around her and you. Shit. She wanted to kiss you so badly.