That evening, back at school, the excitement about the dance grew even stronger.
Decorations were already being set up.
Music played in the background.
Sharon stood near the entrance, watching everything.
"Hey."
She turned.
Dylan stood in front of her.
"Hey," she said softly.
He took a deep breath.
"About the dance…"
Sharon's heart started racing.
"What about it?" she asked.
Dylan hesitated for a second.
Then he held out his hand.
"Go with me."
Sharon froze.
"Dylan…"
"I mean it," he said. "I want to go with you."
Everything around her seemed to fade.
The noise. The people.
It was just him.
And the way he was looking at her.
Sharon smiled.
"Okay," she said.
Dylan's face lit up.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
For the first time, there was no confusion.
No mixed signals.
Just something real.