"Well, I think you're stupid if you think Amber's stupid. Faking it isn't making it with that girl," Matt points out.
I let out a heavy breath and try smoothing my hair back. "I don't even know what's fake and what's real anymore," I admit to Matt.
"Bro, she's real and that's all that matters," Matt says before walking after some redhead that passes us.
"Here goes nothing," I mumble to myself before walking over to Goldy and Lynch. The latter quickly jumps out of my way when he sees me.
"Excuse me, but may I have the first dance?" I ask Goldy.
"Uhm, no, I'm dancing with Lynch first," Goldy says.
I roll my eyes and sigh, "Let me rephrase that. I'm having the first dance with you," I say and sweep Goldy towards the dance floor as a new song suddenly starts playing. The violinists in the mini-orchestra at the side of the ballroom, furiously try to keep up with the pace of the song.
"I wish you guys would stop treating me like I'm some kind of object," Goldy growls.
I pull her body close to mine and her breath sends a shiver through me. Her ocean eyes are peering up at me and I just love being taller than her. Even in her heels.
"Why? Would you be nicer to me then?" I ask.
"I might not try to murder you in your sleep," Goldy shoot back.
I let out a chuckle and spin her around before bringing her back in closer than ever. People are dancing all around us, but it feels like it's just her and me and that really frightens me. Why does the rest of the world disappear?
"You, Goldy, will change the world one day," I laugh.
"Because you just can't fit in. This room, this town, this country. It's too small for you. You're not a drop in the ocean. You're an ocean in a drop," I say before swinging her - forcing her to hold onto me as I dip her low.
"To flatter and follow others, without being flattered and followed in turn, is but a state of half enjoyment," Goldy says before I pull her back up.
My mind sparks at that, because Goldy just quoted Jane Austen. I thank my lucky stars that my Mum is a huge Jane Austen fan.
"There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart," I quote right back.
Goldy raises her eyebrow and we're dancing so in sync it's insane. I don't even have to try for our bodies to follow each other's rhythm.
"You know Jane Austen?" Goldy asks.
I rake my brain as quickly as possible for a witty response and find a quote my mother was going on about just the other day. "The person, be it gentlemen or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid," I quote.
Goldy looks really impressed, but then this competitive gleam shows in her eye. "Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boost," Goldy quotes.
She then does this little left-right with her head before going low with her leg between mine and coming back up. It's a classic tango move and I can't help but grin.
"You're pretty good," I comment both for the dancing and the Jane Austen quotes.
"Every savage can dance," Goldy quotes from Jane Austen's novel Pride and Prejudice.
A comeback quote quickly jumps to my mind and I feel like a little boy that's excited over a new bike or something, but I try keeping that feeling contained - letting out a cool smirk. "Careful, Goldy," I say, "To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love," I quote.
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