There was an after party at Mickey's house. He invited everyone at the prom.
"Okay," Mickey said standing on his couch, "the mike goes to Jordan."
Mickey jumped off his couch, and came by me. Jordan took a soda can and went on to the couch. He started to sing.
"Hee-hee! Ooh! Go on girl! Aaow! Hey pretty baby with the high heels on..."
Jordan was obssessed with Michael Jackson, and of course he sang a song from him. Mickey laughed with me and Heather.
"Yeah, Jordan!" he shouted. Everyone screamed and laughed. Mickey led me to the kitchen.
"Why'd you bring me here?" I asked smiling.
"I don't know."
Mickey had taken his jacket off. He had a loose tie, the of his shirt was unbuttoned, his shirt was untucked and his hair was a little messy. Just the way I liked it.
"Well, I'm glad you brought me here."
"So I can do this without anyone seeing."
I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him toward me. I kissed him. It turned intense. We turned around so my back was leaning against the counter, my hands on his cheeks. His hands were on the counter that supported his weight.
"Whoa," said someone. Mickey and I let go at the same time. It was Jordan.
"Major making out in the kitchen!" yelled Jordan.
"Shut up, Jordan," I said.
"Why are you here anyway?"
"Looking for some food."
"There's a bunch of food outside."
"Yeah, but I want grapes."
Mickey walked to the fridge and handed him some grapes.
"Someone's in a hurry."
Mickey glared at him.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving."
Jordan slowly walked out of the kitchen.
"I wonder why we're even friends with him," said Mickey.
"Because he's sweet," I said.
"Sweeter than me?"
"No way," I whispered.
Mickey grinned. I leaned against the counter. He put one hand on the counter and one back. My hands were around his neck.
"Melanie Brown," he said, "I know I'm in love with you."
"Michael Montgomery," I said, "I know I'm in love with you, too."
He placed his lips on mine. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me outside into the party just like that letting everyone stare at us.