Libra's pov.
It was dark and windy, but inside I was I cuddled a blanket and slept softly. No, that's wrong. I'm at a party. "Hey umm, c-can I get you anything to dance with me?" said someone's voice. I looked up from my book to see a cute guy with bright blonde hair and a nervous smile. I decided to humor him. "No, just yourself-"Sorry I meant anything to drink, not that I don't want to dance with you, I'm just, I mean I would like to dance with you-" and then I interrupted him again. "I'd love to dance with you, but what's your name?" He glanced at me quickly and then looked away. "Umm, it's Pisces," he whispered. Then I took him to the dance floor. A slow song played just as we walked onto the dance floor. Pisces nervously tugged at his collar and put his hands around my shoulders. We danced slowly he became a little more comfortable. Everyone started leaving because we all had exams the next day, but someone tapped on my shoulder as I was heading out. "H-hey beautiful, can I have a name and a number to go with a pretty face?" said Pisces. How original. "Sure, I'm Libra." I said as I pulled out a sharpie. Pisces skipped and jumped down the street. I smiled and headed back to my dorm to dream sweet dreams of Pisces.
