Pretty Boy

We're Dancing Round The Kitchen In The Refrigerator Light

Serge:

Standing still in a manner of confusion, I let my thoughts not think too much of what's possibly happening.

Hogan just keeps messing with my mind even more, and though I'm already used to it, I couldn't help but wish to have more

I'm usually good at reading other people's minds and knowing what they want, yet with him, I always seem to be clueless and stuck.

Even as the intro of the song starts playing and he steps closer to me, I still remained frozen and couldn't bring myself to react.

Everything just seems like a blur with a mixture of daydreams whenever I see him. And how his face glows right now, just makes me want to hold on to the feeling even more. The feeling of flutters and butterflies that sends shivers down my spine makes me want to wish for something I know I can't have.

Hogan will always have a grasp on me and I know that. Even as he holds both my hands, my body still couldn't feel anything and the wishful feeling I want to have just questions me even more.

"Can I have this dance?" He asks while looking me straight in the eyes and putting his hand on my waist.

I slightly jerk my head upon hearing his words and try to smile off my answer. "Ok?"

He seems to be content with what I said, and he continues to sway his body with mine while taking in the mellow beat.

I walk through the doors with you the air was cold but something 'bout it felt like home somehow.

Within the lines of the first verse, Hogan starts pulling me closer to him and holds me more firmly, yet it still feels gentle.

And I left my scarf there at your sister's house and you still got it in your drawer even now.

He then starts laying his head on my shoulder, which ultimately makes my body melt and stiffen from his actions.

Hogan must've sensed my state because he started wrapping his hands around me, hugging me slightly.

"Are you fine?" He asks, while moving his body to the tune.

"Uhh...yeah, I think." I answer with a tone of uncertainty.

He immediately loosens his grip on my body and starts examining my face.

The way he's looking at me could instantly make me lose focus of everything, yet my mind could only take in a subtle sight of him because I instantly glance away from his stare.

I could already feel Hogan's disappointment from my reaction because he fully releases his grip on mine and walks over to his phone to stop the music, just in time as the chorus was about to end.

"Why?" I ask him.

He just scratches the back of his neck and proceeds to put his head down. "Nothing. Yeah, it's nothing." He says, with uncertainty in his tone.

I couldn't help but feel guilty just from hearing the sadness within his words and try to make up for my shitiness.

"No. Let's continue. I'm actually fine," I say while taking his hand and resuming the song.

I doubt he would feel assurance from what I've said, yet he still smiles at me brightly and willingly takes my hand. I never really intend for him to feel like I'm ever done with what I'm feeling, so I continue to intertwine his hand with mine and take him with me.

"You know what? Just fuck it. Let's just dance whatever, yeah?" I asks, feeling better.

He seems obliged with my suggestion, as he continue to hold my hand and starts spinning me childishly.