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Stay, Please

“He’s so polite!” I said as Hayden shut the door, I plopping back down on his futon.

“I know, I hate it too.”

“No, no. It’s so.. gentleman..ey.” I couldn’t think of the right word.

“Well then.” he stood up and bowed. “May I have this dance?”

“It would be your pleasure.” I nodded and took his hand.

We tangoed like seventh grade losers. I loved the fun, sarcastic, funny side of him. I felt so alive when he was like that.

To end, he twirled me out, then back in, and the imaginary song was over. I looked into his eyes, the beautiful blue that they were.

I’m not sure how long we stood there before finally realizing that we were.. just standing there. I rested my head on his shoulder only to be rudely interrupted by the phone.

“Matt! Get that!” he yelled, pulling away from me so he didn’t hurt my ears.

“Oh snap! That reminds me!” I looked at the time, “I need to get home!”

“Do you want to stay for a movie first?” he asked, eyes pleading for me not to go.

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