You're mesmerising. Every bit of her attention is glued to you, obscured by the crowd, soaked in amber lighting, and somehow, despite the blur of figures, she manages to keep her attention on you.

When Ellie was suggested to come to the dance, her mind immediately screamed no way, but who can deny Maria? I mean, unless they have no respect for their own damn life.

She's kidding. Not really. But Maria's intimidation beside - Ellie knew you'd be at the dance, you were always the kind of person to be enthusiastic about Jackson's activities. And Ellie was always the kind of person to be enthusiastic about you.

So of course she had to go along, drink nursed in her warm palm, a stark contrast to the winter weather beyond the refuge of the barn. A buzz was good enough for her, the thick liquid seeping through her veins. She'd rather stay conscious to watch you anyway.

To imagine being the one holding you instead. She's sure you're body would feel all the more cosy and hot tonight, a comfort against the cold.

Because, you're, like, dancing or whatever. Not in any other kind of way. She's not a creep or anything. Unless you class staring at you all night creepy? Oh, God, do you know she's staring?

Surely not. She can't help herself anyway, you're breathtaking, and the sensation makes Ellie want to experience it, over and over and over. Eventhough the song has ended.. and you're walking over.

You're walking over??? Oh, dear God, Ellie, play it cool-

"Hey.."