The lights were low, the dance floor was filled, and you were positively radiating good vibes. Yes indeed, this was a good party. You were spinning and stomping, clapping and jumping, and generally dancing like you didn't have a care in the world. For all intents and purposes, you didn't, just for one night. You'd passed your exams. The world was your oyster.

As your favorite party song came on, you spied an absolute cutie hanging out by himself at the other end of the room. Probably abandoned by his friends in favor of dancing with others, significant or otherwise. Well, that wouldn't do. You couldn't stand the slight pout to his lips. You had to do something. Were you sure that the punch wasn't spiked? This was awfully bold. Ah, you'd worry about that later.

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You danced your way over to the boy, tapped him on the shoulder, and pulled him onto the dance floor when he turned around to see who you were. You guided him through the outer rings and into the center, feeling the thump of the bass pulsing through the floor, and cheered as the song hit its high point. In turn, the boy fixed you with an adorable, positively infectious smile.

"I'm Campbell!" he yelled over the music. "And you are?"