You sigh and take yet another cookie off of the table, shoving it in your mouth quite ungracefully for someone wearing lipstick. It looks like you’re the only one not having fun at this dance.
The school gym is dark save for brightly colored lights flashing all around the room, and it’s decorated with white streamers and other decorations typical of a school dance. Practically the whole school is out on the floor dancing, but you’ve been stuck by the snack table ever since your friends ditched you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a semi-familiar voice, and you look to your right to see Crutchie smiling at you. He’s dressed in a nice dark gray suit with a purple tie hanging loosely from his neck, black shoes, and his crutch under his arm. But his blonde hair is back and styled instead of under his usual cap.
You quickly chew and swallow the rest of your cookie, hoping to any god out there that you don’t have anything on your face. Because Crutchie Morris looks downright handsome tonight. "Hi, Crutchie."
He sidles up next to you with a sideways grin. "You look beautiful."
You blush and look down at your (f/c) dress. "Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile as you point at his head playfully. “It’s nice to see your hair for once."
He laughs. "Yeah, well, Katherine insisted that I do something with it, which also means Jack insisted.” He frowns and looks out onto the dance floor. “Both of whom I haven’t seen since we got here."
You follow his gaze and look out into the crowd. "I don’t see any of your boys, Crutch. In fact, this is probably the first time I’ve seen the ‘Newsies,’” you make finger quotes, “disbanded."
Crutchie chuckles, and your heart flutters at the sound. "Yeah, well where are your friends?"
Your lighthearted smile falls away. "They ditched me almost the second we walked in. We all came as a group, you know?” You sigh. “Tonight is not as fun as I wanted it to be."
Crutchie is looking at you with concern, but you don’t see it. His whole life, he’s made it his job to make people feel better. And he cares about you. A lot. So he’s determined to do the same for you, tonight.
He leans over and bumps your shoulder with his, and when you look over he grins. "Wanna dance?” He rolls his eyes playfully. “And before you ask, yes, I can still dance with the crutch."
You laugh. "Alright. Yes, I’ll dance with you."
Crutchie smiles and takes your hand, leading you away from the snack table and out onto the dance floor. While he keeps his crutch under his one arm, he uses that hand to hold your waist and the other to hold your hand. It takes a bit of fumbling and giggles from the both of you to get into the rhythm and the pattern of dancing with each other, but you fall into it quickly. It seems like Crutchie’s been practicing, but you choose not to say anything.
One song bleeds into another, and it’s almost the end of the night. You’ve nearly forgotten your friends as you’ve danced the night away with Crutchie. But now, a slow song plays as you look up into his eyes, both arms wrapped around his neck.
He grins. "I’m gonna spin you."
You snort. "You’re not supposed to tell me that, you doofus.” He takes your hand and spins you out and away from him, and you twirl lazily around before falling into the swaying rhythm you two had kept before.
Smiling softly, you stand up on your toes and kiss Crutchie’s cheek gently. When you pull away, his eyes are wide and his freckled cheeks are dusted with pink. “Thank you. For tonight.” You lay your head back on his chest after you speak.
Crutchie tightens his hold on your hand slightly. “Anytime.”