A very short one-shot inspired by my daydreams. Whatcha think?

Being a wallflower had no perks. I should know. It would suck having no one to dance with at a dance party. Everyone had someone. Everyone except me. Again. What was new?

So I decided to dance with my iPod, my fingers moving in an upbeat tempo over the screen as I battled the horrible zombie graphics on the table I was isolated in.

Until two fingers tapped me on the shoulder, and I looked behind me sharply to find out if the zombies managed to catch up with me. It was worse: him.

He stood behind me, his hand open, smiling, his huge eyes bright. My jaw fell slack and I found myself taking the hand, letting myself be led to the middle of the dance floor.

Silently. I couldn't speak. The ability seemed to have left me permanently. He placed his hands carefully on my waist, probably so as not to shock me, which he had already succeeded in doing since he graced me with his nerve-shocking presence the first time I saw him.

He started rocking me to a slow beat, side to side. Still without speaking. Still without acknowledging the line he had just crossed, the rules I had just broken.

As if I wasn't in so much trouble already, I said, unable to fight a huge grin, "So, it's obvious, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"Don't even think of pretending." I said, licking my lips before uttering, "I have a huge crush on you. You know. It's too obvious."

Moments passed. The first song finished. A song I would never forget even if I had to. He just stared into my eyes, those huge orbs which had caught my eyes in the first place, in the first ever place, leaving me shuffling awkwardly on my feet.

At last, he said, warmly, "Well, I wouldn't really ask you to dance if I weren't interested in you, would I?"

No words could express how I felt. Everywhere, I felt fireworks shooting all over my body, my heart sinking in a dangerous pit.

"It's not like I planned to do anything about it, though." I said, pretending to scowl to defend myself. "Sure, I had a huge crush on you. But I didn't like you. I don't like you. Because I don't even know you. It's weird. I don't want to know you. I've already fantasized about you too much. I've objectified you so much, that right now, it feels weird that you're a reality. It's like breaking the fourth wall. I'm used to them remaining as dreams."

He laughed, and I had the urge to evaporate at the moment. "Speak for yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not just gonna sit here and watch you get swept away by someone else."

I couldn't help grinning and giggling to myself, as embarrassing as that sounded. I couldn't look up at him, at his resolute gaze. "You do know no one wants to do that. Sweep me off my feet. If ever I get swept off my feet, it's because I slipped on an ice cube."

"Either way, I'll catch you before you have to hold an ice pack against your gluteus maximus."

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help smiling back at him. Thank goodness he broke the fourth wall. Or I would have lived my whole life in the audience, missing how it would feel like leaping onto the stage.

All of a sudden, I woke up, only to find out the zombies had devoured me, and it was already game over.

Of course.

This was the book delusional people chose to pluck from the bookshelf.

A fantasy book.