Dance, Dance, Dance

John looked very nice. He was wearing a black suit and a tie. I thought he did, anyway. Especially next to everyone else I had seen so far. I had seen a few boys wearing tuxedos, but everyone who wasn't was wearing a polo shirt and nice pants, which was what Tyler had decided to do.

I walked up to him and gave him a hug. "My dad wants to take some pictures of us," I said.

"Okay," he said. I led him over to my dad, who directed us to a brick wall and took a few pictures. He told us to have fun and we started walking toward the door to the cafeteria.

John paid for my ticket and we walked around for a bit. The dj was going to play nothing other than, of course, rap and country, because that was all anybody listened to in Vancleave, Mississippi. Anybody except me and my friends. So, we kind of expected everything to be bad except each other's company.

Once people started dancing, John started saying he was going to dance, too. I had firmly resolved that I was not going to dance at this dance, because at some previous dances, I would end up dancing just because all of my friends were dancing. I had never enjoyed it, because I had always just been trying to fit in with everyone else and I had never had any fun with it. But I wanted to see John dance. I figured he would have fun with it.

Me, John, Tyler, and Zack stood around talking until Tyler encouraged John to start dancing. Which he did.

Now, I'm not quite sure how to describe John's dancing. I had never seen anything like him, except in maybe a Missy Elliot video. He was all over the cafeteria, going in between groups and circles with these ridiculous dance moves. It was fantastic.

There was a circle of preppy girls who were dancing and not looking like they were having any fun with it, much like I used to. Tyler dared John to interrupt this particular circle with his dancing, and John happily obliged. He walked in to the middle of the group and began his outrageous dancing, and the girls scattered. Tyler, Zack, and I were dying when he returned to us.

I told a girl with a yellow dress that she looked like Beauty and the Beast, and I bought two sad girls brownies. John and I sat down and talked for a while, and then we returned to the dance floor, where a bunch of people had formed a circle. John took off his jacket, handed it to me, and threw himself into the circle, dancing crazily. It was kind of a great moment, because people started cheering and yelling. I had a huge smile plastered across my face and had been laughing hysterically through it all when he turned toward me to leave the circle. I walked and he danced over to Zack and Tyler.

When it was over, John and I sat together on a bench until Dad came. He walked me to the car, told Dad he had a "nice unit" (which, for all you people who don't know what that means, is a car), and hugged me goodbye. I told Zack bye and left.

When I got home, I took my makeup off, got into some sleeping clothes, and turned on Amelie, which is one of my favorite movies. Logan and Dad joined me, and I fell asleep thinking of how surprising a person John was.