Analysis Of ' I Didn 't Stop Smiling After Our Dance '

I walked into school to be greeted by a janitor vacuuming the floors. It was time to start thinking about the game and getting my focus level up. My pregame ritual wasn’t always the same beside for one thing, be the first to the locker room to have time to think to myself. Walking into the light blue and worn-down locker room it was almost like I could feel the emotion from all the players who had been there before myself. I was greeted by a wave of smell, the smell of victory, defeat, and pure hard work. It was quite musty but I was used to it and had grown accustomed to it. I sat myself down and began to think about how I would perform tonight and what I had to do in order to be victorious. I pictured myself going out onto the court and seeing all the fans packed into our old wooden bleachers. All I wanted to do was make them proud of the team they came to watch. I looked out the window to see the vehicles of my fellow teammates driving into our dirt parking lot. Soon, the locker room would no longer be quite and it would be filled with the shrieks, laughs, and giggles of my

“You are more than suitable; you are stunning and I’ve been shifting and hiding my arousal since the moment I walked into the room. Today, I think of no woman but you. That’s a promise. Most men would happily trade their lives to have a night with you, and I am aware of my good fortune.”

Totally caught off guard, I slowly rose from the table and strode to the front of the room. Eyes from all around gazed up at me; eyes of teammates, parents, mentors, and coaches. What had coach just said? Did I really just receive the Lauren Townsend award? I am no star athlete. I was nowhere close to being the most valuable player, so hearing my name boom throughout the cafeteria sent me into a state of shock. Tears of joy and pride built up behind my eyes, and it took everything I had to hold them back. It had been a long road coming up to this point, and I had never felt more honored and proud.

Jake: I hadn’t seen you all day, I’d missed you and I just wanted to hear your voice.

Our team sat in the hallway of our school, waiting for our name to be called to enter the gym. The pregame jitters were everywhere. Girls were bouncing up and down, fanning themselves and skittering around. I had a flood of emotions inside me. I was mostly excited but also quite nervous. What if my parents didn’t like the dance? What if my peers don’t like the dance? What if it looks bad? I couldn’t help but doubt the routine in a time of such nervousness. Our coach gave us each her routine good-luck shoulder shakes, and I knew the time had come. I heard the crowded gym fall quiet.

"Stop right there, First it's a full moon tonight, so don't get too excited now " I said." I guess we can't enjoy the party now as we have to watch Scott and be his babysitter tonight, so pick me up at Seven alright" I walked over to the door ready to leave, but I looked over to Stiles, who still looking at me smiling , I rolled my eyes "okay , I admitted this is pretty exciting that our best friend might be a werewolf"

Nothing was going well: the cool breeze caused us to “spray the ball” over the fence, the obnoxious football players frightened me with their persistent cry for help, the tennis balls’ freshness and pristine presence quickly vanished. As I glanced over, I saw a slender body, with speckles of gray bellowing at us, slowly trotting over with a blank expression. I was thinking, “Aw man, he’s gonna come over here and yell at us or tell us the same old “give me 110%” or “stay focused.’” A Northwestern graduate (wise beyond his years) , a basketball and tennis player (athletically gifted) , our coach’s words enchanted us with delight and captivated our attention. With a grin on his pale pink face and a sparkle in his glimmering eyes, he let out an optimistic sigh while saying, “You guys just gotta battle. I don’t care about the score anymore. Just gotta love the battle no matter what

Tyler whimpered softly as the cold air pressed against his legs. With his jeans off, it was obvious Tyler’s thighs were much thicker than presented in the skin tight jeans he wore, much to the delight of Zach. Tyler, with much hesitance, wrapped his legs around his lover, his bulge now pressing against Zach’s stomach and teasing Zach’s growing erection. “You’re killing me with all this playing, Tyler...switch positions, or I’m really gonna ravish you,” Zach commanded, swirling his finger around and releasing a menacing breath of air through his teeth. A soft whistle enacted into the air.

Please!” Luke almost yelled. I rolled my eyes, then realized that it was getting dark outside. How long had I been knocked out? I don't know, a few hours. He seemed to notice, too. “Alright. It's gonna get dark soon. The rules are shut up. If you can't do that, I'll have to tape your mouth shut. Understand?” he asked. Sitting down, I decided to see where this would go. “Fine,” I answered. Luke rolled his eyes and covered the window with a large curtain. “Where do we sleep?” I asked.

He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist, whispering into my ear, “I missed you all weekend. No more of those long softball trips out of town. I need my girl by my side.”

“Babe, I think we need to talk,” Tyler’s face was serious, “it’s about us and our future.” He took my hand and led me towards the couch.

"Yes, well at first I was sitting out there by myself." I explained. "Then he showed up and sat by me."

Seeing the basketball hoop as I walk out of the doors to the locker room. Hearing the crowd cheering as I step out into the bright gym lights. Seeing everyone I know filling the stands, chanting, screaming, clapping. This is what I love. This isn’t just a sport, it’s a lifestyle to some. Training since I could walk for this day. It’s almost like I have something to prove to them. Not just to the fans and the college coaches watching, but also to myself. I have to prove that I’m the best of the best, that I deserve to receive All-League, All-District, and even All-State awards. This is who I am.

At the party, our entrance and dance was a success. We was on beat and we did our dance like we was suppose to do. We rock once we heard "I want to rock with you." Both of us was matching, I was wearing a green dress with different colors while he was wearing a green and grey tux. The reason why I was wearing green with different colors because

“What do you mean?” I asked. Before he answered, he ran off into a dark alley. He turned around and smiled, then ran into the