My Dear Ex: It Hurts.
Maurice’s POV,
“Do you want to dance??” was all I could muster up and say to Ricky. Richard. I should call him by his first name now that we are both not in the same old relationship.
I took him on the stage, but his confident self surprisingly condensed down, to be a much stiffer dancer. Maybe from his bad mood. Or probably now. He wasn’t upset anymore. Rather he was smiling. He liked the music, I suppose. Thank god, his mind was of that depression now.
As I was dancing, I saw Scotty dancing with someone too. with a guy?? So closely. I didn’t know he had a liking for boys. But he shined like never before. his teeth reflected that happiness as he swag-ly swayed with his partner. They seem to be a dreamy couple. Their charm was impossible to ignore, together with t
