Kataang: Dance

I stared at my feet at the dance party Aang was trowing for the kids at his Fire Nation school. No one asked me to dance. I was a wallflower. All of a sudden, I saw a hand. It was Aangs!
"A-Aang!"
"May I...have this dance?" My heart raced and I grew all nervous.
"B-B-But my shoes aren't meant for dancing a-a-and I'm not sure if I CAN dance a-"
"Just take my hand and follow my lead." His voice calmed my nerves. I took his hand and was pulled to dance floor. All of sudden, everyone was watching me. Us. When I pointed that out, he just said,
"Don't worry. It's just you and me." I was no longer a wallflower: I was Cinderella. I noticed Aang was...different. Was it my wild imagination, or was he...handsome? Not the omg-ur-so-cute-cheek-pinching kind of handsome, but the omg-ur-so-hot-make-out kind of handsome. I was defiantly Cinderella alright, and Aang was my Prince Charming. When we danced I felt the heat. When we did the final dip, his grey eyes looked deep into my own sky blue. I could have sworn I felt his leg on my thigh! That night was truly my night. Scratch that, our night.