The music was blaring loudly through the room as bodies moved their hips to the beat. The only other notable sounds were the occasional sneaker sliding across the slick wooden floor. Four girls and four boys were working together to make the performance as good as they possibly could and as small beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads, the figures moved in unison. It was obvious the girls still had trouble with some of the moves, utter concentration plastered over their faces as they on

Jen wonders what exciting plans her boyfriend has made for their special night together. She hasn't seen him in weeks and she's dying to fling her arms around those familiar shoulders of his. However, things don't seem to go as planned as she doesn't hear from him and she can't seem to reach him.

She didn’t mean to fall in love with her best friend. It wasn't supposed to happen. So when a new boy comes to town, what will she do? To hang on, or to move on?

A poem about one of my OTP's ^^