/Jane/
"Yeah, I like to dance. "Well, not really anymore, I mean, I don't really go anywhere to dance anymore..." When I looked down at the floor, I realized I had run out of words. I used to enjoy dancing, but that was the old Jane who was confident in her own skin, the happy-go-lucky girl who enjoyed picnics with her friends and giggled and smiled as the sun shone down on her.
If we ever go out somewhere, maybe I'll get to dance with you," he speculated, raising an eyebrow in disbelief as he made the suggestion. I nodded, biting my lower lip. I hadn't planned on attending any parties, but I didn't want to tell him about it right away because I didn't want to upset him. It wasn't anything more than attempting to make it through college without getting kicked out again that interested m
