It All Started With A Lie

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Chapter 19: (Olivia's POV)

We were walking around, mingling with people much older than us, people my grandparents' age, as well as my parents' and I'm surprised to say, old people, are much more interesting than us teenagers. It's because they've got stories to tell. 

"What time is it?" I asked, both of us taking a seat at a table. 

"It's only 10 o'clock, the party ends after midnight," he sighed, leaning back in his seat. 

"What are we expected to do until then? Just mingle through the night?" I chuckled. 

"We're supposed to dance if you couldn't tell from all the swaying couples around here," he laughed. 

"Then why aren't we dancing?" I asked. 

"Cause we were mingling with the handful of people who aren't dancing, normally the ones that are too old to dance," he answered. 

"Well, we're nobody's grandparents just yet, stand up," I said, putting my clutch on the table and lifting my dress as I stood up so I wouldn't step on it. 

"I don't dance, babe," he shook his head, looking up at me. 

"Now you do, babe," I said mockingly. 

"Stand up," I ordered. 

"No," he shook his head. 

"Get up, Ethan." 

"Make me," he smirked. 

"I can just go dance with someone else, but what impression does that give, Miles?" I grinned. "To Justin, to Annabelle, to your parents, and to every person who we've talked to as the lovely couple we are?" I asked. He stared at me, gnawing on his bottom lip. "Come on, bellboy, oh, I missed that nickname," I said, sticking my hand out for him to take. 

"I didn't," he said, grabbing my hand and standing up. 

"Awe, look your parents are dancing too. Let's dance like them," I chuckled, both of us finding a spot. 

"My dad doesn't know how to dance, watch him nearly step on my mom's foot right about- there we go," he chuckled, watching his parents. 

"Then let's not dance like your parents," I smiled. 

"Hmm, let's not," he nodded. He grabbed my hands and pulled me closer before putting his arms around my waist. 

"Can we get drinks after this?" I asked, putting my arms around his neck. 

"No, I can't drink while my parents are here," he shook his head. 

"But I can," I shrugged. 

"No, you can't. They like you, don't ruin it," he said. 

"Okay," I sighed, slumping my shoulders exaggeratedly. He let go of my waist and spun me around three times before pulling me closer again. "What time is it?" I asked again. 

"It's been three minutes since you last asked me that, time isn't gonna speed up," he smiled. 

"One can only dream," I shrugged. He chuckled, shaking his head. I grinned and then realized I was staring so I started looking around, noticing the people. And noticing Justin glowering at the back of Ethan's head. I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to Ethan. 

"I can feel his glare at the back of my head," he said. 

"Hmm, I can see it," I replied, "I don't understand him. Oh, look. Now she's glowering at me," I scoffed. 

"Then don't look, just ignore it," he suggested. 

"I kind of want to glower back," I mumbled. 

"Don't," he rolled his eyes, grabbing my chin and having me look at him instead. He turned us around so I couldn't see them anymore and we continued dancing. "I can't slow dance the night away," he sighed.