"If you give, give the first dance to me
I'm gonna cherish every moment."
My cheeks burned
as you stole one of the earpieces,
with Justin Bieber crooning inside.
I wanted to run,
I wanted to disappear,
Do shuffling feet and rubbing neck
accomplish that?
"It's not what you think,"
I muttered hastily.
"I was just shuffling–"
"I like it."
Finally someone.
"It was catchy,"
I admitted quietly.
"Your secret is safe with me."
I couldn't help but snort out a laugh.
Leaning in, basking in the
fire of your eyes,
I whispered, "Thank you."
Why does this feel so right?
As hard as it was,
your eyes seemed to mirror mine.
'I love you' -
the words were dying to come out,
because finally I didn't care.
"Artis?"
The spell broke.
The moment ended.
We s t e p p e d back.
Reid looked at me with cold,
distasteful eyes.
"Artis, your mum asked me to drop you home. She couldn't come today,"
Reid said.
You smiled at me in goodbye.
I c o u l d n ' t smile back.
Why is it always him?
Eight years back.
Maybe eight years from now.
Even if it's for once,
I really want to sweep you
off your feet.