Dare to Receive

Her taunting smile and mischivous eyes drew my curiousity as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes settled, focused, and a pointing followed. "That one."

My intrigue turned to fear, as I met eyes with the boy she'd dared me to destroy all casual to dance with. "Hell no!"

And I found myself met with eyes full of life, and I knew I couldn't say no to a risk I wanted to take. 

I approached him, and he yelled above the music he had a girlfriend, and I returned to her laughing I had tried, completely unoffended. 

The smile glowed in her eyes, as she steered me towards a sweet young boy with eyes of a doe. "This one!" 

My heart fluttered a little as I again started for my challenge, inspired. I had the opportunity to meet unusual people. I was going to use it.

Determined, I walked up to him, and now experianced in the ways of humiliation, asked him if he wanted to dance. Appriciation seeped into his eyes, and I found myself pulled close. 

He was strong, but not forceful, and I smiled as we struggled to find a pattern. I asked his name, and he told me his name was Ian. He told me he played lacrosse at the school I attended, and we laughed as the realization I'd been running track around him for years, and I had never talked to the boy, who now was sent a smile into my eyes. The music blasted louder, and the request to go outside was mutual, as we escaped the loud stuffy room to focus on emotional connection. 

He said he played soccer, and I laughed as I told him I had too. I loved the people, and sucked at the sport. I told him it was reversed when I joined lacrosse and loved the sport, hated the people. Then I grabbed his absolute respect when I told him I'd found both in cros country. His eyes widened, as he realized I was tougher than sparkly eyeliner and short shorts, and I smiled. He asked me what classes I had, and as I said environmental science his eyes lit up, and we ranted about vegitarianism and animal cruelty. He asked me how I had time for all the academic work, and I told him I was revived from my passions. I told him I dropped calculous to write my novel, and now that cross country was over for the season I had time for acrobatics and drama. His jaw dropped slightly as he exploded in enthusiasm for my smarts in math, and my athletic ability which I assured him were not as great as they seemed. He was in denial. He high fived me, and noticed the difference in our hand sizes. I pulled his hand to my eyes as I read his large amount of sympathy, uncovered emotions, two children, and lack of writing skills in his palm. Astonished, he smiled again. "And let me tell you," he paused, turning his hand over, to reveal my palm, "that you are socially, economically, and emotionally going to succeed in your future." His eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "your the only person who has it all besides me! I've never read anyone else so lucky!"

My respect for him soared. Honest and sweet, impressionable and adoring, knowledgeable and passionate, he gave me reasons to recipricate the growing sense of admiration. 

We now walked out from the protective awning of the building, into the rain, and hugged goodbye with intensions to kindle our connection. I walked away in the rain that night, knowing there was a reason we challenge ourselves to go outside our comfort zones. 

The End

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