Wind's P.O.V
The music changed, slow and sultry now—Love Hangover, of course—and the lights dimmed just enough to make everyone forget the chaos around them. I should have cared about the mess, the ridiculous gifts, the screaming kids, or even the sticky floor… but no. All I could see was Sky.
She was swaying to the beat, hair catching the light, lips slightly parted in concentration… and my chest started doing that stupid, uncontrollable thing again.
"Wind!" Sky called, waving me over like I had a choice. I did have a choice, obviously—run, act cool, deny all feelings—but the moment I stepped closer, I realized I didn't want to.
She grabbed my hand, tugging me into the middle of the circle of dancers. My shoulder brushed hers, our fingers tangled, and I felt that spark. Not the electrical kind—worse. The kind that makes your brain go blank and your heart thump like a drumline.
Skiez was laughing from the side, half-mocking, half-expecting me to lose control. "Careful there, Wind. Don't go all soft on her."
I shot him a glare. "Mind your business."
Sky leaned close, her forehead almost brushing mine. "You're… really stiff," she teased.
"Yeah, well, I'm supposed to be cool," I muttered, trying to sound casual, but the lie tasted bitter.
She laughed softly. "Cool, huh? Feels more like… hot."
I choked on my own thoughts. Hot? She's teasing, I told myself. She's just… being Sky. But my hands tightened slightly around hers, and for a split second, I wanted her to stay this close forever.
Then Skiez nudged me with an elbow. "Bro… she likes it when you're flustered."
I growled under my breath. "She's not… I'm not…" Yeah, that didn't work at all.
Sky's lips curved up in a smirk. "Are you blushing, Wind?"
I cursed silently. Yes. Yes, I am. My ears were probably on fire, but I refused to move away. Not yet.
The music slowed, and Sky twirled under my arm. Her laughter echoed, making my stomach flip—again.
I should have pulled her close. I should have acted like the 'bad boy' and owned the moment. Instead, I let my shoulder brush hers, let our hands linger, all the while fighting the ridiculous urge to lean in closer.
Skiez shook his head from across the room. "Look at these idiots… Sindy is happening, bro."
"Shut up, Skiez!" I hissed, but I wasn't really angry. I just… didn't want anyone, anyone, pointing out what I was feeling. Not him, not her, not even myself.
Sky laughed again, tugging me gently. "Come on, grumpy. Loosen up."
I rolled my eyes but let myself be pulled. My heart might be screaming, my brain might be panicking, but for the first time tonight, I didn't fight it. I let the music, the dancing, the teasing… and Sky—just wash over me.
And maybe, just maybe, I liked it.
The music changed again—faster this time, something obnoxiously cheerful that made me want to throw my headphones at it. But Sky? She was dancing like she owned the room, spinning and laughing, and of course, I had to follow.
Skiez sidled up next to her, grinning like a devil. "Hey, Sky, you missed a step back there. Let me show you how it's done."
I felt that familiar twist in my gut. No. Not happening.
Sky giggled, leaning closer to Skiez for a second to mimic a move, and I couldn't stop the heat rising in my chest. Why the hell am I jealous of my best friend?
I shoved my hands in my pockets, trying to act casual. Cool, Wind. Very cool. Totally not simmering inside.
Then she spun toward me, hair flying, and my eyes caught her smile—bright, teasing, perfect. I stepped closer instinctively, and our fingers brushed again. My stupid brain started screaming stay! move! do something! but my mouth refused to form words.
"Careful, grumpy," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. "You're… stepping on my shoes."
I wanted to pull her closer, to tell her she wasn't just stepping on shoes—she was stepping straight into my head, my heart, my entire stupid system—but instead I just grumbled, "You're lucky I don't shove you over."
Skiez leaned back, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Bro, you're literally melting. She's laughing at you, dude."
I growled, spinning Sky away from him, just slightly. Not happening. Not on my watch.
Her eyes widened, and I could swear her lips were calling my name—don't panic, Wind, don't even think it. I let my hand linger a fraction too long on hers, and that tiny spark between us—the Sindy moment we'd been dancing around all night—was practically screaming.
"Wow, Wind… finally showing some emotion?" Sky teased, voice low, eyes mischievous.
"I—" I stopped. Couldn't say it. Wouldn't. But the way her chest pressed close to mine, the faint smell of her hair, the warmth radiating… yeah. I felt it.
Skiez clapped sarcastically from across the room. "Ohhhh, look at the lovebirds almost kissing. Can I get popcorn?"
I shot him a glare that could have melted steel, dragging Sky further into the dance circle, ignoring the heat in my cheeks.
She laughed again, brushing her fingers along mine just to annoy me, I'm sure. Or maybe not. "You're so stubborn," she whispered.
"Better than being a flirt," I muttered, my voice low, barely audible.
And there it was—the tiny, perfect moment, the Sindy spark. The almost-kiss, the electricity, the chaos, and me, trying not to admit that I might be… falling.
But don't tell anyone. Especially not Skiez. Especially not Sky. Definitely not me.
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Third person P.O.V
The music pulsed through the room, heavy bass vibrating against the floorboards, but Sky didn't care. She spun and laughed, moving with a freedom that made every eye in the room—or at least Wind's—follow her.
Skiez, ever the instigator, leaned close, showing her a tricky move. "Watch your step," he said, grinning. Sky laughed, brushing past him, her hair catching the light just right, and Wind felt a twinge in his chest that refused to go away.
From across the circle, Skiez caught the look on Wind's face and smirked knowingly. "Bro, you're literally about to combust. She's laughing at you."
Wind clenched his fists, muttering under his breath, but Sky, oblivious to his storm of jealousy, twirled toward him. Their fingers brushed again—light, accidental, electric—and the entire room seemed to shrink to just the two of them.
Sky tilted her head, her grin teasing. "Careful there, grumpy," she said softly. "You're stepping on my shoes."
He swallowed hard, aware of how close she was, how soft her voice sounded above the music. Just say something. Don't say anything. Move. Don't move. Every instinct in him wanted to pull her closer, but pride—and the tangled history with Skiez—kept him rooted in place.
Sky laughed lightly, brushing her hand along his. He didn't dare look at her lips, though his mind screamed at him to. "You're so stubborn," she whispered, just barely audible over the music.
"Better than being a flirt," Wind muttered back, his voice low but firm, hoping she'd feel the tension that words couldn't carry.
For a few seconds, time seemed to stretch. The pulse of the music, the warmth radiating from her, the subtle brush of fingers—it was enough to set the room on fire in Wind's chest. Skiez's voice, teasing and loud, finally intruded. "Sooo… almost kissing or what?"
Wind's glare could have melted steel, but Sky only laughed, spinning away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The Sindy moment hung in the air between them—a tiny spark of something unspoken, unresolved, undeniable.
And Wind, stubborn as ever, refused to admit it, even to himself
The music thumped through the old school hall like a heartbeat, but Wind barely noticed. All he could see was Sky—laughing, spinning, her hair catching the colored lights like fire. Every laugh, every glance she tossed toward Skiez made his jaw tighten.
Why does she have to be so… ridiculously happy? he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists in his pockets.
He told himself he didn't care. He was the cool, detached bad boy—emotionless, untouchable. And yet… every brush of her hand as she twirled past, every accidental touch on his shoulder made something stir in his chest.
He caught Sky's eyes just for a second, and she winked. Winked! She didn't even know the effect she had on him. Wind's ears burned, and he muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, pacing a small circle.
"Relax, man," Skiez said, elbowing him lightly. "She's having fun. Not like she's yours or anything."
Wind shot him a glare that could have cut glass. "I don't—she's just… annoying."
Skiez smirked. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."
Sky laughed again, this time tossing her head back as she danced with someone else. Wind felt a pang he hated to admit, but there it was: jealousy. Raw, undeniable.
I can't… I can't let her see me like this, he told himself. Pride, the last piece of his armor, wouldn't allow it. So instead, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look uninterested while his heart thudded like a bass drum.
Then Sky slid closer, brushing past him to grab a napkin from the table. Their fingers touched. Lightning. Fireworks. And Wind's brain short-circuited.
"Careful," he muttered, voice low, almost harsh.
Sky tilted her head, playful. "Careful? Who, me?"
Wind's pride screamed, but a small, helpless part of him wanted to pull her into his arms and never let go. Instead, he just muttered, "You're ridiculous," and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.
Sky laughed—light, melodic, completely intoxicating—and spun away. Wind wanted to follow, to keep that spark alive, but he forced himself to stay put.
I can't… I don't… I'm not… Every "I'm not" in his head was drowned out by the way his chest tightened every time she glanced back at him.
And yet, stubbornly, defiantly, he denied it. He wasn't feeling anything. Sky was… annoying. And he was… just… grumpy.
Yeah. That's it.
Except that every glance, every laugh, every tiny accidental touch said otherwise.
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Wind's P.O.V
Wind leaned against the edge of the snack table, arms crossed, pretending to inspect the pile of messy cookies and candy while his eyes tracked Sky like a hawk. Every time she laughed at Skiez's dumb joke, he felt a spark of irritation. Why does she have to make even his stupid jokes funny?
He muttered under his breath, "Ugh… I don't care… I don't… care." But the tight grip on the cup he was holding betrayed him—his knuckles turning white.
Skiez, noticing the scowl, leaned in. "Dude… you're glaring harder than the disco lights. Chill."
Wind shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "I'm fine. Totally fine. I… just don't like crowds."
Skiez smirked knowingly. "Right… because you're totally not jealous that Sky is having fun with literally everyone else in the room."
Wind's jaw clenched. He didn't answer. He didn't have to. Sky's laugh rang out again, lighter than a bell, and he felt it in his chest, twisting, pulling, and frustrating the hell out of him.
Then Sky brushed past him again, this time bumping into him lightly as she reached for a glass of punch. That accidental touch, brief as it was, sent a shiver up his spine he did not want to admit.
"Careful," he muttered automatically, his tone sharper than intended.
Sky tilted her head, a teasing smile curling her lips. "Careful? You sound jealous, Wind."
Jealous? Me? He could feel his face heating. "I'm… not."
"Sure," Skiez muttered from the side, smirking, clearly enjoying the show. "Keep telling yourself that, man."
Wind gritted his teeth, refusing to give in, but he couldn't stop his gaze from following her every move. The way she twirled to the beat, the way her hair shimmered under the party lights… he hated himself for noticing.
Then, out of nowhere, Sky bumped into him again—this time laughing as she spun. Wind caught her by the elbow instinctively.
"Watch it," he muttered, voice low, almost a growl.
Sky looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and for a moment, he felt that dangerous pull—an attraction he refused to admit out loud.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, trying to shove away the heat creeping up his neck.
Sky tilted her head, grin widening. "Like what?"
Wind's ears burned. He was trapped between denial and desire, and he hated that he was enjoying the tension.
Skiez, ever the instigator, clapped him on the back. "Ohhh, looks like Wind's caught feelings. Didn't see that coming."
Wind's scowl deepened. "Shut up. You're annoying."
Skiez just laughed, and Wind turned away, arms crossed tighter, pretending to sip punch while stealing glances at Sky anyway.
I don't… care… I'm not… His inner mantra, repeating like a broken record. But deep down, something dangerous and thrilling was stirring, and he refused to admit it—not yet.
Here's Wind POV – Part 3, cranking up the Sindy tension with dancing, flirting, and more jealousy:
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The music hit him like a sucker punch. "Love Hangover" started blasting, and suddenly the whole room was moving, laughing, flailing arms, and worse—Sky in the middle of it all, twirling like she owned the world.
Wind leaned back against the wall, trying to act casual, but his eyes were glued to her. Why does she have to look so… perfect while dancing like a maniac? He gritted his teeth as she laughed with Skiez, her head thrown back, hair flying.
Skiez winked at her, and Wind almost lunged across the room. No, don't do that. Don't be the jealous idiot. Calm. Cool. Bad boy. Like you always are.
But his bad boy facade melted the second Sky spun past him, her hand brushing his arm lightly. That fleeting contact sent a jolt straight through him, and he clenched his jaw to keep from groaning.
"Careful," he muttered, voice low.
Sky's grin was infuriating. "Or what, Wind?"
Or I'll kick your ass… and maybe kiss you… The thought burned in his chest, and he shoved it down fast. No, don't think that. She's Sky. Keep it cool. Keep it distant.
He caught sight of her laughing at Skiez again, and his stomach twisted. He couldn't stand it. Not that he cared, of course.
Skiez, noticing the storm brewing, leaned closer. "Dude… your face is about to explode. Admit it. You like her."
Wind scowled, spinning on his heel. "I do not. I'm… annoyed by her. Very annoyed."
Skiez laughed, giving him a playful shove. "Sure, annoyed. Keep telling yourself that while she dances circles around your ego."
Wind tried to focus on anything else—the punch bowl, the sloppy pile of snacks, the messy decorations—but Sky's laughter kept echoing in his head. He couldn't stop stealing glances at her, the way her hips moved, the way her hair shimmered under the lights. Every small gesture made him irrationally possessive, which he hated.
And then… the game started. Truth or Dare. Sky ended up sitting across from him, eyes glinting mischievously.
"Wind," she said, voice sweet and teasing. "Truth or dare?"
He froze. Dare? Please don't pick dare. Don't make me… say something stupid.
"I… truth," he muttered finally, refusing to meet her gaze.
Sky smirked. "Fine. Who do you… secretly like?"
Wind's face turned red, and he looked anywhere but her. "Nobody," he said firmly, though his pounding heart betrayed him.
"Uh-huh," she teased, leaning closer. "Sure, nobody. Then why are you glaring at me like I stole your last brain cell?"
He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest. It's not… it's not her. I hate feelings. I hate this. I'm fine.
Sky laughed, clearly enjoying herself. And Wind, of course, hated that she looked so ridiculously beautiful while laughing at him.
This… is bad. Very bad. And yet… he clenched his fists, refusing to admit it even to himself, I kind of like it.
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Third person P.O.V
The game was in full swing now, and Wind tried his best to stay in the corner, pretending he wasn't watching. But of course, that was impossible. Sky was everywhere—laughing, teasing, and somehow managing to make the room feel smaller just by existing.
Then the host (probably Perry or some genius) announced a dance round. "Everyone grab a partner!"
Wind groaned internally. Of course. Why me?
Before he could protest, Sky twirled over, hand extended. "Wind, you're mine for this one!"
Mine?! He blinked. "I… uh… I'm… sure you can find someone else."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist. "Nope. You're it. Deal with it."
Fine. He followed her to the center of the chaos, trying to act nonchalant, but every time her hand touched his, sparks shot through him. This is a disaster. I hate it. No, I don't. Shut up, Wind.
As the music kicked into the chorus, Sky laughed and swung around, dragging him with her. Her hair brushed his cheek. He almost cursed. Why does it feel like she's invading my brain instead of just dancing?
Skiez noticed and smirked from across the room. Typical. He muttered something in Chinese under his breath, which Wind caught: "她在你的脑子里.(She's in your head.)"
Wind clenched his jaw. "Not… in… my head. She's… just… moving too close. That's all."
But then Sky leaned in, whispering near his ear: "Hey, don't get all jealous. I'm just having fun."
Jealous? Me? He wanted to hit something. Or her. Or both. His face betrayed him anyway, turning slightly red. He tried to focus on her laugh, but the flutter in his stomach was impossible to ignore.
The song ended, and Sky gave him a triumphant grin. "See? Dancing isn't so bad, huh?"
"I… it's fine," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets, even though his palms were sweating.
She leaned a little closer. "You're cute when you're annoyed."
Wind's jaw dropped. What did she just say? Did she just…? He shook his head furiously, pretending to be angry. "I am not cute!"
Skiez snickered from the sidelines, leaning toward Sky. "Keep poking him, Sky. He's melting."
Wind glared, but the corner of his lips twitched. He might be melting. He hated it. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
Sky spun away, laughing, and suddenly he realized he didn't want the song to end. Not that he'd ever admit it.
This is bad. Very bad. And yet… I kind of don't want it to stop.
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Wind's P.O.V
Wind leaned against the edge of the snack table, arms crossed, pretending to inspect the pile of messy cookies and candy while his eyes tracked Sky like a hawk. Every time she laughed at Skiez's dumb joke, he felt a spark of irritation. Why does she have to make even his stupid jokes funny?
He muttered under his breath, "Ugh… I don't care… I don't… care." But the tight grip on the cup he was holding betrayed him—his knuckles turning white.
Skiez, noticing the scowl, leaned in. "Dude… you're glaring harder than the disco lights. Chill."
Wind shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "I'm fine. Totally fine. I… just don't like crowds."
Skiez smirked knowingly. "Right… because you're totally not jealous that Sky is having fun with literally everyone else in the room."
Wind's jaw clenched. He didn't answer. He didn't have to. Sky's laugh rang out again, lighter than a bell, and he felt it in his chest, twisting, pulling, and frustrating the hell out of him.
Then Sky brushed past him again, this time bumping into him lightly as she reached for a glass of punch. That accidental touch, brief as it was, sent a shiver up his spine he did not want to admit.
"Careful," he muttered automatically, his tone sharper than intended.
Sky tilted her head, a teasing smile curling her lips. "Careful? You sound jealous, Wind."
Jealous? Me? He could feel his face heating. "I'm… not."
"Sure," Skiez muttered from the side, smirking, clearly enjoying the show. "Keep telling yourself that, man."
Wind gritted his teeth, refusing to give in, but he couldn't stop his gaze from following her every move. The way she twirled to the beat, the way her hair shimmered under the party lights… he hated himself for noticing.
Then, out of nowhere, Sky bumped into him again—this time laughing as she spun. Wind caught her by the elbow instinctively.
"Watch it," he muttered, voice low, almost a growl.
Sky looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and for a moment, he felt that dangerous pull—an attraction he refused to admit out loud.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, trying to shove away the heat creeping up his neck.
Sky tilted her head, grin widening. "Like what?"
Wind's ears burned. He was trapped between denial and desire, and he hated that he was enjoying the tension.
Skiez, ever the instigator, clapped him on the back. "Ohhh, looks like Wind's caught feelings. Didn't see that coming."
Wind's scowl deepened. "Shut up. You're annoying."
Skiez just laughed, and Wind turned away, arms crossed tighter, pretending to sip punch while stealing glances at Sky anyway.
I don't… care… I'm not… His inner mantra, repeating like a broken record. But deep down, something dangerous and thrilling was stirring