Page 47 of Call It Chemistry

“May I have this dance, Mr. Rabbit?” he says, voice pitched for maximum ridiculousness.

I look down at my own gloved hand, the fake fur already sticky with punch, and take his. “Lead the way, Jessica.”

We move to the center of the room, the crowd parting around us, and for the first time in my life I don’t feel like a punchline. I feel like a legend.

Or at least, a very happy hare.

The night spins on, the music and laughter and glow sticks blurring together in a memory I hope never gets diluted.

I hold onto Aaron, and I don’t let go.

*** The End ***