Little Things by One Direction was playing on the speakers, and couples were already starting to slow dance on the dance floor. The light was dim, the murmurs were a little bit too quiet, but at the same time, everyone was having so much fun.

When they first announced that our college would be having a dance for all the college courses, there was one thing that popped into everybody's mind.

A date.

When the dance finally came, most did get to have a date, but not me. Some guys did ask me, but I said no and told them that I just really wanted to enjoy the dance with my friends. I guess I was just used to being alone at dances.

During my two proms in high school, I never had a date. My friends got asked so I just stayed on our table all alone while they all danced with handsome guys. I somehow wanted to maintain that streak. Maybe I never got to have a date for a reason.

"You should've said yes to Ethan, Blair!" Marga told me, slapping my shoulder at the same time. Her boy friend was sitting beside her, with his arms around her. "He's already courting you, and you two look good together. You should've agreed to be his date."

Jillian rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Blair. He's so handsome, you know. If you don't want him, can he be mine instead?" She gushed like a girl. Oh wait, she really was a girl.

I just groaned at them because they lectured it to me probably a thousand times already, and my ears were getting tired of hearing them. I drank my juice from the wine glass that was delivered to us by the waiter just minutes ago, and I drank the whole glass because I was tired of their blabber. Of course, they all laughed at me.

Then, someone tapped me on the back so I turned to look at who it was. It was Ethan James, in his perfectly ironed tux and well-waxed hair.

"Oooh. Looks like someone's finally going to have their first dance." Jillian teased and nudged me on the elbow. Marga was also beaming at me like she just saw Harry Styles in front of her.

Ethan smiled at me, then at all of us. "Can I borrow Blair for a minute? I just have something to show her."

I looked at my friends, and with the way they all looked at me, I figured that I should probably go with Ethan. "Go!" Marga shooed me. "Take her all you want."

I glared at her. "Oh. So you're giving me away now?" I said but all she did was laugh. "Fine. Let's go Ethan." I stood up and followed Ethan outside.

We were at the balcony, and there were plants and flowers that surrounded us. The moon was illuminating at us, and somehow, I wanted to look at it all night. There were stars that scattered around the night sky, and it was the most beautiful view I had ever seen.

"I knew you'd like the moonlight." Ethan said. I turned to look at him and he was sitting by the balcony barrier, grinning at me. "I went here and saw the moonlight, and you just can't blame me for thinking of you. I always knew you liked the moon, and the moon could never be more breathtaking than it is right now. I just wanted you to see it." He shrugged, looking down at the floor like he was shy at me.

I smiled at him even though he wasn't looking anymore. "Thank you." I said and he immediately looked up again.

The song shifted, and Can I Have This Dance from the High School Musical 3 started playing. Ethan scratched the back of his head like he was holding something back. "Blair, um, can I have this dance?" He asked and looked away.

I chuckled at him because shy guys always made my heart melt. "Sure." I said.

He stood up and walked towards me. At first he was shy to hold me, but when I said that it was okay, he slipped his right hand behind my back as I rested my left hand on his right shoulder, and we both held our other hands.

We started dancing, and everything went smoothly. I had danced to the song before, and Ethan was a really good dancer, so it was like we were making a music video for the song. Every time we stepped, my heart did these little jumps like it was trying to get out of my chest. I liked the feeling, and I wanted to feel more, like I wanted them to burst out of my chest.

Ethan gave me a twirl, and I did it while imagining that I was a princess dancing with a prince. It wasn't hard because I was in a gown and Ethan was the best person to be my prince that night.

When the chorus stopped, we did too. I turned to look at the moon again, and it was just as beautiful as the last second I saw it. Even though millions of stars were around it, it still shone the brightest.

"It's beautiful." I said, with the music still playing and Ethan and I still in our dancing positions.

"The most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He said, but I felt his breath on my cheek so I turned to look at him. When I did, our faces were only inches away. I got to see his sterling gray eyes, and next to the moon, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen that night. His eyes were digging into mine, like both of our corneas were fighting the urge to hug each other.

Then, without realizing it, he leaned and kissed me on the lips.

I froze at first, because I had to let the moment sink in. His lips on mine.

I didn't stop myself and kissed him back, leaning forward and putting my hands behind his head. Both of his arms were around my waist, pulling me closer to him like there was any space left when there wasn't.

Then, he stopped and pulled away. His face was clouded with worry, and he stared at the air like he was somewhere else. "Blair, I I'm...  I'm sorry. I got caught away, and I didn't even realize it. I didn't ask permission. I'm really sorry. Please fo..."

"Shut up." I snapped at him and he looked at me with a confused face. "Let me tell you something, Ethan. When I was just fifteen, I used to dream about my first kiss. I wanted it to be special, to be like the movies."

He bit his lip. "And I ruined it, didn't I?" He looked away again.

I smiled. "Thank you." I said and he moved his head back swiftly, tilting his head at me like analyzing if I was real.

It's all real, Ethan.

"Thank you for making it special."

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JessGirl93 I named it after you ❤️
Btw, this is real. I dream about this.