I can’t believe what I’m about to do. I am 24 and have been invited to the Kabra’s annual Halloween ball. Naturally my tarehe is my boyfriend Hamilton Holt, but for some reason I’m nervous. I know I look good, simple over the shoulder black dress, silver high heels, and simple ruby ear rings and necklace. But there was still something making me uneasy.
I entered on Hamilton’s arm, it was beautiful. Jack-o-lanterns taller than me, mummies that looked real, and black and machungwa, chungwa streamers are making a canopy over my head, completely amazing. I noticed the music, Hey, Princess kwa All nyota Weekend had just started.
“Would wewe like to dance?” Hamilton asked.
“Sure, “I smiled back up at him.
We danced the whole song together, and I was thirsty kwa the time it was over so Hamilton went to get something to drink. So here I am standing on the edge of the dance floor when someone in a silky British accent said, “I’m glad wewe could make it love,” Ian Kabra.
“You should really stop calling me that, I’m dating Hamilton Holt.”
“And I’m dating Sinead Starling; I just do it to annoy you. Now why don’t we go to the balcony so we can talk for a minute?”
“Okay,” I replied as he led me through the party to the balcony.
It was much quieter out there; it was also much zaidi beautiful. First it was huge, there were zaidi au less 15 people out there and they were so far apart that they couldn’t hear each other’s conversations. Then there were huge, leafy, green plants. However kwa far the most stunning feature was the view, wewe could see right over a huge hedge maze, it seemed to go on forever, in it was a stream and pink flowers in pots at bila mpangilio points. It was beautiful and very romantic.
I was suddenly very aware of how close Ian was, seeming to read my mind he took a small step away, but for some reason I took a step closer. However, being the klutz that I am I tripped. Ian caught me, we were pressed against each other, our faces an inch apart, but it wasn’t weird at all, it was romantic. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn’t help but kissing him. I was shocked when I realized he was kissing back.
This wasn’t like any kiss I ever had before. It was passionate and powerful. I wrapped my arms around his neck; my fingers twisted themselves into his hair. His arms were around my waist, pulling me closer, it didn’t matter that I couldn’t get any closer.
I never wanted it to end, but when it did it was like being crushed kwa a meteor, “H-Hamilton,” I whispered. But I knew he wasn’t right for me, Ian was.
“We better go back inside,” Ian stated, sadness in his voice. With that I let him lead me back inside.
“Umm…Amy?” I can’t be around him if even just hearing his voice makes me want to kiss him again.
“Y-yes?” He pointed and I looked, there on the dance floor, feet in front of us were Hamilton dancing with Sinead Starling. When I saw the way he was looking at her I knew we were over. It filled me with a sense of joy, I could now have Ian.
He leaned in to kiss her then stopped. Sinead looked at him with swali in her eyes, “Amy,” he said.
“Ian,” was her reply.
I whipped out my phone and shot a text to Hamilton:
It’s ok, we’re still friends.
He looked at his phone, a smile spread across his face, then he looked at me wondering what was up. I meet his eyes then looked pointy at Ian and back. He seemed to get the message. I noticed Ian look at Sinead, then at me, a smile spread across her face as she grabbed Hamilton yanked him toward her and kissed him like it was the last time she would ever see him.
“Would wewe like to dance?” Ian healed out his hand to me.
“Nah, I’d rather make out,” we both burst out laughing until Ian replied, “me too.”