date (book #1)

entry #7

your best friend was having a party tonight

and you asked me to come along with you.

i was shocked

and worried

about whether i would ruin your reputation in school

by hanging out with a loser

like me.

it was bad enough you stood up for me that day

but bringing me to a party?

nonetheless, i decided to go

because it was with you

and every moment with you

was a cherished moment with you.

you picked me up in your car

and we headed over together.

the music was blasting,

the beat of my heart synced with the beat of the bass

and your hand found mine

as it intertwined.

i pulled my hand away immediately

not because i was ashamed

but because i didn't want to ruin you,

i didn't want you to have the same label as me.

i was ashamed,

not of you,

but of me.

but as you grabbed tightly onto my hand

and started walking in,

even when all eyes were on you,

mouths agape at what you had done,

your hand stayed intertwined with mine.

and at that moment,

my heart didn't sync with the music,

but seemed to sync

with the beating of your heart.