you were at your school’s Snowball, a cheesy winter dance for the eighth graders. you went with your friends, just hanging out together and not exactly dancing. at one point, a slow song came on, and a couple of your friends got asked onto the dance floor. as you stood with your few other friends, you noticed Dustin Henderson, a kid you were sort of friends with, sitting on the bleachers by himself and crying.

walking over to him, you stuck out a hand.

“wanna dance?” you asked.