"There's Another, NOT a Sister"

She sat at the lonely table, alone of course. Her friends had asked that she join them numerous times before they deserted her, but she insisted each time with a smile, shaking her head and hands and saying that it was perfectly okay, and to go on without her. So here she sat at the elaborately decorated table, elbow on the table's surface and chin in palm, staring at the one boy she knew well across the room when she had briefly averted her hopless eyes from the dancefloor. She couldn't tell if the pang in her stomache was the feeling of regret.
As she turned her head yet again across the room, she noticed that the boy was now making his way toward her. She felt her heart race in her chest, for she knew as well as he did what conversation the purpose of such a journey would bring. She wasn't prepared for it; if she probably would have noticed him any time sooner she would have fled the room. She thought again. No, she probably wouldn't have.
The boy pulled the chair next to her up and planted himself in it. He stared into her face, as if to make sure she was okay, briefly before speaking.
"Why aren't you dancing? You look so lonely", he said softly. Despite the softness and caution of each word, they pained the girl's chest further.
"I can't dance", she stated, matter-of-factly, trying to hide her despair. By his next expression, she hadn't done a very good job.
"So? Come dance with me. Let's go!" he smiled genuinely, matching the caring tone of his words, trying to lighten her mood. He must have thought very highly of his plan, for when he heard her response, he looked disappointed.
"No, I'm sorry", she said, trying to end it. Could she convince him?
"Fine", he attempted to say with a spark of defiance. Then he spun around, away from her face, to look in the direction of the dancers, and crossed his arms arcoss his chest.
After about ten seconds, the girl said, "You know, your attempt at making me feel guilty is failing miserably". If he would have turned around a second earlier, he would have seen the new humorous expression she had taken on. "I haven't, and I won't, change my mind".
The boy stared gravely into her face before answering, "Well then, I guess I'll just have to force you", with an almost mocking voice.
Before the girl could answer, the boy grabbed her wrist, and forcfully-but very cautiously and gently- yanked her from her chair and started to drag her to the dancefloor.
It was all she could do from shrieking at him after her moment of stunned silence when she could finally talk and stumble out the word, "No!", trying futilely to break free of his strong grip and perch herself in her chair again. Of course, it was all in vain.
"Would you stop that? You're making this a lot harder than it should be. Just give in, already", he answered with a mocking grin, completely indifferent.
By now they had reached the small crowd that was bobbing in the center of the room. The akward air now was not only in possession of the girl, but of the boy as well. "Umm...how about we stay outside of the crowd?" asked the boy.
"Sure", the girl mumbled.
They had made it just in time for a new song. It was slower, definitly meant for a waltz, although the song was more lively than it was serious or romantic. "You learned how to waltz a few years back in school, didn't you?" asked the boy sincerely.
"Yes, I know it", the girl answered, as shy as ever. She could feel herself blushing.
The boy saw this and smiled softly as they created the proper "frame" for the waltz.
That went beautifully. The boy had great skill in this area; the girl was also mostly graceful, although she did have some slips in her nervousness. The feeling was like no other. The girl's friends saw them and were shouting encouragements, making her blush further.
But when the next song approached, the girl tried to pull away and return to her chair. However, the boy still kept a firm grip on her hand. He clearly had no intention of letting her go, even for this much more lively song, where she had zero experience.
"No you don't!" the boy said, grinning still wider.
"But I can't dance like that!" the girl protested, still pulling at her wrist with much determination. "One song is enough; you've already had your dance. Why aren't you satisfyed?" she pouted.
But again, it was useless; the boy managed to bring her back. "Please, just dance. Be free. This doesn't even have rules like the waltz".
"I can't", she said simply.
The boy shrugged and began to pull her into a dance. The girl honestly tried to at least not make herself look like a fool, but failed and instead represented a board, she was so stiff.The boy laughed at her.
"You're too stiff; lighten up!" he said, smiling. For once, it was useless on his part. The girl remained stiff, and almost smiled in her defiant, brief glory.
After the song ended, the boy did not stay. He instead went back to sit with her...and he did not leave. He stayed for company and talked amiably with the girl.
The girl realized then that perhaps she hadn't had such a boring night.