What I did see was Wendy bolting off the dance floor. I tried to get a better look at what happened but all I could see was Gordon's shoulder. I strained my neck to look for her just as Gordon was turning around for a glance himself, and, well, it happened again.

Our mouths met again, but this time we weren't nearly as timid about kissing. And, God, could he kiss! At this point, I really didn't care who could see us; I held him closer to me than before and--

--WAIT! Wendy's freaking out in the bathroom! Well, I didn't really see which way she went, but I know Wendy and I've been to dances with her before. Oh, man, some friend I am, kissing a stranger instead of helping out my friend. I jerked away from Gordon and he looked down at me. Great, now he thinks I've changed my mind about him or something.

But he just sort of said, "Maybe you should go and help Wendy powder her nose." God, it's like he could read my mind! And he cared about this girl stuff, too...

I ran off to the bathroom to try to find out what was going on.