Alexander walked up while I was dancing with Cloe.
“Hey Cloe, Hi Tom,” Alexander said shyly.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Can we go outside?,” Alexander asked mysteriously.
“Sure,” I said and excused myself from Cloe.

We walked past the rest of the crowd in the gym, listening to a slow Josh Gracin song.

We walked silently to the basketball court. Alex put an earphone form his Ipod into my ear and the other end in his ear.
Whitney Houston’s ‘I Will Always Love You’ , was playing.

“Can I have that dance now?”, Alex said.

We danced at our Junior prom under the stars away from prying judgmental eyes. The most romantic night of my life so far.