Zanes POV (dream)

          I  woke up. My moms was saying I was going to miss the bus. I remember I was only sIx. I did all the morning nesseceties and grabbed my bookbag and walked out the door just as the bus was arriving. I see ( your name) walk into the bus with Garroth. She doesn't seem to notice when I called her name. She laughs with Garroth. Anger boiled through me until, she waved at me and patted an empty seat next to her with Garroth. I walked over and sat down. I glared at Garroth, and noticed in the corner of my eye, a flyer that read , little love, dance for 6-10 year olds. Garroth was eight. She was six. I was six. I knew Garroth was going to ask her out, but I couldn't speak. Garroth looked at her," ( your name) I - I was wondering- if if you wanted to g- go to the - the......" The bus shreeched to a stop. Garroth was cut off. Thank Irene!  I walk her to class like I do everyday. I had to ask her before Garroth did. I wouldn't be able to handle watching the girl I like dance smile at someone else that way. I pulled her to a stop by her arm. She yelped," Zany, what's the matter?" I look down at the floor tiles. " ( your name) will - will  y- you go- go to the dance with me?"  I covered my eyes with my bandanna so I didn't see her reaction. She hugged me, " oh, Zane I thought you would never ask!" She drags me into the classroom. The image of a classroom dissolves and an image of ( your name) dragging me across a dance floor around groups of little kids appear. She laughs at you trying to dance. She tries to dance, does good, but clumsy me, trips her. I catch her and pull her back up . She laughs," Your a goofball, but your my goofball." She kisses me on the cheek.