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[indent][indent]As the time in Stella’s mind went on (even though real life time was a lot slower), she began to panic both inside her own head. That happened a lot more than it should have and when Stella’s mind came out of it, she immediate shook off the uneasy feeling deep in her gut as she dusted herself off in more ways than one. Her brown eyes focused on the blonde hunk in front of her and smiled at him with same glow she always was known to have. 

[color=pink]“Never mind that. Let’s just forget about the brief encounter with the Devil. He’s clearly forgetting about me,”[/color] Stella said, a rare showing of her self-deprecating darkness surfacing, though she laughed it off. [color=pink]“Let’s dance!”[/color] 

Forgetting about it was a good choice, simply because Oliver had no way to respond. Sure, he could have given Diablo a response, but the guy had taken off before anyone had the chance to speak. Struggling for things to do or say, Stella suggested that they dance. [Color=silver]”Uh… Stella. Confession time, sweetie. I can't dance. Not unless it's the Cupid Shuffle or The Wobble. And even then, I still suck.”[/color]

[color=pink]”Wait what?”[/color] 

She had to have been hearing things. No, it wasn’t that she expected him to be a good dancer simply because he seemed like the type because how fabulous he always looked. Stella was so far beyond believing stereotypes defined a person. Just because he looked like a dancer didn’t actually mean he [i]was[/i] one. If that was true, she would have been the kind of girl who liked to listen to Taylor Swift and dream about the perfect guy sweeping her off of her feet. No, she was more of a Katy Perry girl and liked to think of herself as a ‘meet you halfway’ kind of guy. She’ll jump into his arms and he’d catch her. 

Yeah, who was she kidding? She totally dreamed about the perfect guy sweeping her off of her feet while she was swooned by how gorgeous he was. But, this wasn’t the time for her to get lost in her own mind.

[color=pink]”Well, lucky for us we’re in a place where people won’t judge, right? I mean, what do they think this is? High school?”[/color] And there came Stella’s poor attempt at a joke that she was hoping would get him to laugh.

Stella's weak joke did manage to get a small smile out of Oli. She had a fair point. Looking around, it seemed that the rest of the students were engaged with their own conversations. [Color=gray]”You've got a point, Stel,”[/color] he responded. 

Bowing to Stella before coming back up with a smile, he offered her his hand. [Color=gray]”May I have this dance?”[/color]

[color=pink][i]Oh my god! Oh my God! Oh my God![/i][/color] 

Stella had to do everything that she could from not doing exactly what she had dreamed of doing and jumping into his arms. Even though she clearly knew that he was doing this out of the kindness of his heart and not actually because he liked her in the way she was hoping he would (Stella was easily swooned and wooed), but his poise, the way he has treated her, and just his overall pleasantness just reminded her of the tales that her Uncle Wesley and Aunt Florence had behind their love. It was beautiful in the sense that her uncle was such a gentleman when he and her aunt were her age. To this day, the love story between Florence Lambert and Wesley Cross is still her favorite to hear.

So, you bet that Stella took Oliver’s offer with such a willingness to take his hand that when she did, it felt cold and comforting to her almost-sweaty palm. Hell, she couldn’t deny that her entire body was starting to shake and shiver and sweat and tremble from the nervous excitement she felt. Yes, she knew she was the personification of an oxymoron and she didn’t care. Whatever the truth of this moment meant was a foreign concept to the young Lambert. Only thing she could see was the sparkle in Oliver’s grayed eyes and how earnest and true he was. 

To hell with Kavi and Sonny’s comments. She was going to just enjoy his company and dance with her homecoming dance.

And dance she did. As she would lend her superior dancing skills (not really but a little better than his apparently), she both let him guide her while she guided him into a rhythm. [/indent][/indent]
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