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//Y/N's POV//
While most people met their date before, ate out and got to spend time with them before, you and Brooke met each other at the dance. Brooke chose that way to make sure it'd be a surprise. The moment you two set eyes on each other, it was like time had stopped.
Yes, Brooke was gorgeous in sweatpants and a bun, but seeing her in the dress completely took your breath away. Brooke felt the same way looking at you.
She managed to gain her composure before you did, gently cupping your cheeks as you were still sitting there with your jaw wide open and searching endlessly for the words to describe how absolutely breathtaking your girlfriend looked.
You couldn't find any words.
"Y/N. You okay?" Her voice sounded so quiet over the music, but her touch was just as gentle. You could feel the cool touch of silver from her jewelry, compared to how warm and soft her hands were on your cheeks, which were probably burning her.
"Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. You just...look absolutely amazing. Incredible. Breathtaking. Stunn-" Brooke stopped you mid word from hour ramble with her giggle. Her cheeks were about as red as yours now.
"You look amazing too Y/N. Now cmon, we gotta dance and take way too many pictures!" She yelled as she pulled you into the crowd of dancing people. You weren't much of a dancer, but you'd try your hardest for your girl.
Seeing her with the color changing lights, seeing her dance happily for once, knowing she was having a good time, and in that outfit...you had never been more in love with her.
Whenever a slow song came on, you were forced to dance. You were pulled onto the dancefloor and had your arms wrapped around Brooke before you could even remember what you were doing before. You were so worried you'd grip too tight, Brooke would look up to you to make sure you weren't trying to run off.
It wasn't a perfect night, but it sure felt like it to you and Brooke. A perfect night neither one of you would ever forget.
