-Jacob Latimore imagine-
You were wearing a purple dress,quite short with a silver crystal strap. Your hair was let loose,and you were wearing huge high heels. The type you'd fall over on after taking one step.
Prom wasn't something you wanted to go to,dancing wasn't your thing,especially not with people. The music blazes in your ears and the lights are to bright,you slip put of the pitch black room and step out to the light. As you sat on a bench,careful not to ruin your dress. You tore off your shoes you hated an left them un-scuffed on the ground. You didn't cry,you knew there was no use. And no reason.
"Not dancing?" A voice asks from behind,you turn round to see Jacob,hair combed perfectly in a black and white tux,he sat beside you "You didn't answer my question,"
"No," you say,a little to harshly.
"Why not?" He asks.
"I won't be able to dance,not in-front of everyone," you tell him.
"Why not do it here?" He asks.
"By myself?" You snort.
"No," he gets up "With me," he holds out his hand and you take it as he pulls you into his grasp. You just hold each-other,spinning round in continuous circles,when he lifts his arm up and you twirl around it,landing perfectly out. Your feet feel light without your shoes,you feel like a huge weight has just be lifted off your shoulders. Jacob doesn't stop. He stands close to you and leans in for a kiss,you back away.
"What are you doing?" You ask "Don't you know how popular you are? No one here even knows my name,"
"That doesn't matter to me," he smiles "Doesn't matter who you are. You think that no one knows and sees your existence,I have,for quite a while now.. This right now,is exactly where I wanna be.this is perfect," you blush a little as you smile "Can I kiss you now?"
You nod,getting yourself ready.
"Don't be nervous," he says as he leans in and presses his lips to yours.