Seeing Davia with tears in her eyes as she rushed the stage, Charlie couldn't help but smile. It wasn't one of his normal smiles though. It was almost bashful. She loved the song. She loved him. It made him feel amazing on the inside and managed to push all his shortcomings to the side for a moment. He wasn't all bad. He fucked up a lot, but sometimes he did the right thing.
Davia wrapped her arms around him a second after he moved the guitar after the way, and he embraced her in return. His hands found the bare flesh of her back. The dress she had worn was beyond stunning, and it evoked all sorts of thoughts... though they weren't all perverse. The thought that stuck out most in Charlie's mind was the memory of the first night he had talked to Davia. He could still picture her walking down the beach with the moonlight making her white dress glow. She looked like she'd been sent to him by God himself. Davia truly was an angel. His angel.
He kissed her with just as much passion as she kissed him. It wasn't at all appropriate, especially with them being on stage as hundreds of students watched. But Charlie didn't care. Was the director really going to fire him for making out with his girlfriend? No. Besides, seemed like the audience appreciated the ending to his song. There were all sorts of whistles and encouraging shouts from the dance floor. Someone even told Charlie to grab Davia's ass, but Charlie resisted. Later.
Charlie pulled back after a minute. "I love you," he said simply, pressing his forehead to hers. He then glanced out at everyone still hollering for him and Davia. Charlie's lips had some of Davia's lip stick on them, but he didn't care. He grinned like the devil and leaned forward to the mic, "I think she liked the song." And that got another round of appreciative shouts. Charlie took hold of Davia's hand then and walked over to the DJ stand, flipping the music on once more. It was time for the kids to get back to dancing and give him and Davia a little privacy.