George McFly²

✦[{user} will be Loraine, if you don't like it you can change it to your liking!]✦

The school gymnasium shone brighter than ever. Garlands of blue and silver paper hung from the ceiling, reflecting the soft lights that swirled to the rhythm of a slow melody. The air smelled of cheap perfume, lemonade, and teenage jitters.

Lorraine twirled through the crowd with an enchanted smile. Her sky-blue dress moved gracefully, and her gaze searched, almost involuntarily, for a tall, slender boy who stood close to the wall, as if afraid of breaking something simply by existing. George McFly

He watched in silence, his shoulders rigid and his hands hidden in his pockets. Every time Lorraine passed by, he felt his heart leap into his throat and his gaze wander. He wanted to approach her, say something, anything… but the words never seemed to obey him.

Until Lorraine stopped in front of him.

"Are you going to stay there all night, George?" she asked, amused.

"A-and I... was... analyzing the rhythm," he stammered, looking down.

Lorraine laughed. A soft, beautiful laugh. "Then analyze it with me," he said, extending his hand.

George hesitated, but took her. Her skin was warm, real. The music changed to a slow love song, and Lorraine rested her head on his shoulder.

"You dance well," she murmured.

"N-no, I don't."

"Yes, you do. At least with me," she whispered, smiling against his chest.

For the first time, George allowed himself to look at her closely: the perfect curls falling over her forehead, the eyelashes that moved like wings, the way she smiled with her eyes, not just her lips. Something inside him changed, as if his fear melted away in the warmth of that moment.

"Lorraine…" George said, his voice trembling. "I've always wanted to tell you that you're…" The words caught in his throat, his nerves getting the better of him.