forty

"You. Look. Hot."

I blush and hug Liv. "Well, you do too." She's in a skin-tight black leather dress and black pumps. She's put her dark hair up in a cute-and-messy ponytail and has dramatic eyes. She kisses me. I blink and stumble back, blushing madly. "Sorry, sorry, I lost my balance..." I bite my lower lip.

She smiles. "We better get in there," she says and motions towards the gym.

We interlace our fingers and make our way over there.

We get a few stares from people standing by the wall by themselves, but it's not a movie scene. No one stops dancing and watches us. No one gasps at the sight of two girls holding hands. No one notices us.

And that's just fine by me.