Part 3.

I laugh my usual loud laugh, and take all of you in. Your eyes are sparkling, your face is lit up. You've always been great with parties, unlike me. You're the cool guy, everybody knows you and invites you. Everyone in your group always is invited.

We're not from the same groups and I'm almost never invited, but you always take me to them. It's something you always do. You always take me to parties I wouldn't have a chance at if I wasn't your girlfriend. You give such reasons too, like 'I might get drunk and laid 'cause I miss you so much' or 'What if some girl tries to come on to me when you're not around?' and 'Who'll protect me from all those hot girls?' I know you're just saying it to make me come but I agree to go with you to the party. Because I get jealous.
Don't blame me, you'd get jealous too if your boyfriend was the most perfect, wantable teen you knew.

"See? Everybody wants me on this party, I’m popular!" You say, and I roll my eyes. "Show off." I stick my tongue out at you, and you pull me in. I don't try to resist as you quickly kiss me on the lips. "I know you love it." You say, and smile cheekily.

"I really can't dance.." I sigh. I'm definetly not good at dancing and I don't particularly enjoy it, but you do, that’s why I do it as well. You love dancing 'almost as much as you love singing, but no, nothing could beat singing, ever. Except maybe being with me, because I am the best thing that has ever happened to you.' These are your words, not mine..