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the way.
    “Night dad, I shouldn’t be late,” and then I closed
the door behind me and jumped in the back of the van.
    “I told you, you should have started getting ready
earlier,” Emin complained. 
    “I made it didn’t I?” I replied, puffing a little
whilst I buckled myself in. 
    “You look nice,” Zeke said looking over the back of
his chair at me, smiling softly. 
    “Um…. thanks,” I said not quite knowing what else to
say, and suddenly feeling shy. 
    Emin glanced at me in the rear vision mirror and then
started talking to Zeke about who they thought might be there tonight.  It
wasn’t a long drive to the club, and once we were there I could see Tyler
waiting out the front for me, amongst a group of about twenty people waiting to
get in. 
    I interrupted their conversation.  “Hey, could
you let me out here while you go park the van, Tyler’s just there.”  
    “You sound pretty keen to get to someone who is not
your boyfriend, can’t he wait five minutes?” Zeke complained. 
    “Just let me out,” I said firmly and Emin double
parked while I jumped out.
    “Hey Tyler,” I said, happy to be out of the
uncomfortable situation I keep finding myself in with Zeke.  It will be
refreshing to spend some time with someone I am at ease with. 
    “Hi, nice to see you remembered,” he smiled
teasingly.  “You look fantastic, by the way.” 
    “Thanks, you do too,” I said suddenly finding myself
feeling shy again.  He had on his favorite pair of faded jeans and a white
button up shirt that fit him really well.
    “So where are your babysitters?” He asked. 
    “Parking the van,” I muttered. 
    We made our way into the club and grabbed a table on
the mezzanine level where we could see the band downstairs.  The club was
already full of people enjoying themselves while the band did their final
checks.  It was quite dark inside.  The lower level had several
seating areas positioned around the dance floor, and I could see some of Emin's
friends already settled in for the night.  Tyler went to get some drinks
for us and was back just as the music started.  We started talking about
our day, but found it was too difficult with the noise of the band. 
    “There are Emin and Zeke,” Tyler yelled, and pointed
to the left of the stage where they joined their friends.  We'd just
finished our second drink when Tyler suggested that we should dance.  I
nodded, and we walked downstairs towards the dance floor. 
    Tyler and I had never been anywhere where we'd danced
before.  We usually just hung out at the coffee shop or the movies if we
weren’t in the lab.  As we made our way to the dance floor, I glanced over
to the boys.  I noticed there were a number of girls vying for their
attention.  Typical I think to myself - just what their ego’s need. 
    Dancing with Tyler was pretty easy, although I must
admit, with this music it actually was just a lot of jumping around. 
After a few songs, I was dying for another drink and was just about to suggest
a break when the tempo slowed.  Before I could say anything, I found
myself with Tyler’s hands lightly on my waist.  I smiled nervously and
mimicked the same position, putting my hands on his hips as we danced.  I
was hesitant to look up into his eyes, as I felt the mood change between us,
and I wasn’t sure what to do now.  Before I could do anything, he pulled
me a little closer so my head rested on his shoulder.  I relaxed a little
knowing that at least now I didn’t have to look in his eyes.  We were
turning in a small circle when I noticed Zeke staring at me from where he was
sitting.  When our eyes met, he looked away quickly. 
    I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the last
twenty four hours with these two boys and began comparing it to something I
felt more comfortable with – an experiment, but this time I was the
subject.  These strange situations and conversations felt as if they were
designed to make me feel