Fics like can I have this dance?

“I was supposed to go my senior year. I was asked by a guy in my school’s marching band—he played clarinet—and I was gonna say no, but Becca was so happy when she found out that I ended up saying yes. She helped me pick out my dress and did my makeup, and then sat with me in our front room for hours waiting for my date to show up.” Her tone turns bitter. “But he didn’t?” “Nope.” Mel forces a laugh and wrings her hands together. Frank has to resist the urge to grab one of her hands, if only to stop her fidgeting. But it’s not like he’s any better, especially since he’d stopped wearing his wedding ring after the new year, when the ink on the papers Abby had served him had barely dried. “What a dick,” Frank says. “Yeah. Turns out it was a dare from someone in his section.” She turns her head and gives him a small smile. “He was mad that I kept wrecking the curve in AP Chemistry.” “Atta girl.” It’s dark outside, yes, but not dark enough to hide the blush on Mel’s cheeks.

Fics like can I have this dance?

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