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Dance

Chapter 1

Moze walked though the open doors of Polk Middle School and rushed to Ned's locker. Ned turned to her and began to smile warmly. The smile quickly warped into a worried expression when he saw Moze's face.

"Moze, what's wrong?" Ned asked feverishly. He hated seeing her this upset. She looked like she had a bad night. Her hair was a little messy, but Moze had tamed the worst of it with a headband and some hairspray. She was wearing a wrinkled green and yellow sweat suit. Moze let out a heavy sigh before she began to speak.

"My mom took me out of tap and put me in Ballroom dance classes." Moze said angrily. Moze looked at Ned curiously as his eyes widened with what seemed to be shock and terror mixed together.

"Is it at the same dance academy?" Ned asked wearily. Moze gave him another questionable look.

"Yeah, I start today. The class starts at 4 and ends at 5:30, so we can still hang out…" Moze explained. Ned's face was becoming graver and graver at each piece of information she gave out. She became worried.

"Ned, are you okay? It won't be that bad! My mom just wanted me to dance like the girls on that one show… But Can You Dance?" Moze shook her head, "You don't need to get so upset!" Ned bolted out straight from his hunched over stance and whacked his head against his locker. He pointed out his finger to say something, but then put it on the back of his head and rubbed the spot.

"Oww!" Moze covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

"I'll talk to you later Ned. I gotta get to my locker." Moze said and walked away, deep in thought. She didn't even see Cookie as he walked past her and waved. Cookie slouched when she didn't wave back, but made his was to Ned's locker. He caught a look of Ned's face as he pulled the books for his next class out of his locker.

"Ned, what's wrong? Did Moze do something…?" Cookie asked. Maybe Moze was in another of her bad moods.

"No!" Ned said suddenly, taking Cookie by surprise. Ned lowered his voice. "I just have this huge secret that I've been keeping from her, and tonight she's going to find out!" Cookies face glowed with realization.

"Oh! You mean that one about yo-" Cookie began, not thinking about what he was saying, and how loudly. Ned pushed a finger to his lips, shook his head 'no' and shushed him. Ned sighed and took his hand off of Cookies mouth.

"I'll see you at lunch" Ned closed his locker and made his way to homeroom, for once wishing that this school day would be long.

--Lunch--

Ned walked into the cafeteria and to the usual lunch table. Today was his day to save seats. Cookie was getting lunch for him. Ned was lost in thought, trying to think about what was going to happen that night after school. He nearly fell out of his seat when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hi Ned!" Ned regained his composer and cleared his throat. Moze laughed and took her seat next to Ned.

"Don't be such a startle-puss, its only me." Moze added jokingly.

"Startle-puss?" Ned asked mockingly, stealing a French-fry from her tray.

"Hey!" She scolded, slapping the back of Ned's hand before he inserted the fry into his mouth. "Eat your own food!"

Ned glanced questionably at the table. "What food?"

Just after he said this, Cookie walked over to the table and sat down cross from Ned, sliding his food across the table to him.

"How about that food?" Moze said, trying to contain her laughter. She finally could not hold it any longer and began to laugh loudly. Ned shot her a death glance as Cookie resumed looking confused.

"I think I missed something." Cookie said to himself as he watched his two friends.

"You won't be laughing when your in your frilly Ballroom Dance Classes!" Ned said indignantly. Mozes laughter stopped and she began to glare back.

"Fine." Moze stuffed a fry into her mouth moodily. Ned smiled victoriously, but something in his eyes gave away his false glory. Cookie just sat there observing the two carefully whilst munching away on his lunch.

--The Dance Academy--

The Mosely's van pulled up in front of the Dance Academy, and Moze turned to her mom before exiting the car.

"I hope your right." Moze said, her voice a mixture of dread and excitement. Mrs. Mosely seemed to only care about the excited part.

"I know I am!" She answered excitedly, placing a kiss on her daughters cheek before continuing. "Your going to love Ballroom Dance! Its so…"

"Elegant, pretty, romantic…" Moze listed the reasons her mother had used on her whenever she argued. Moze found it interesting that those were qualities that she herself didn't possess. Mrs. Mosely nodded vigorously and Moze let out another sigh.

"I'll pick you up at 5:30 Jennifer!" Moze began to exit the car as her mother talked.

"Bye Mom!" Moze said hastily, just wanting to get the class over with. She closed the car door and walked to the door, turning around before she opened the door to see her mother zooming away in their navy blue mini-van. Moze let in a deep breath and opened the door.

'This is it.' She thought nervously. 'No turning back now.'

She walked to the front desk and asked for the room number, than set on her way down the hall of dance rooms.

The room she was in was room 4, it was the last room on the right side of the hall. She gathered her courage and turned the knob of the door and stepped into the room. The students were currently stretching to classical music. Moze was glad to see she had dressed appropriately. She had on a white spaghetti strap tank top, with a light blue, knee length skirt. The kind that if you spun around fast enough, it would make a circle. Under the skirt was a pair of shorts, just in case. She was wearing black heels, which were a 'gift' from her mother when she told her about the classed, and white ankle warmers.

She looked to the front of the class for the instructor. He was the same teacher she had had in tap, so that would make things go a bit smoother.

Moze walked up the teacher, who's name is Mr. Reach, but he insisted his student call him by his first name, Todd, when no parents were around. Todd was cool in that way.

Todd looked surprised when he spotted her. "Jennifer? What are you doing here?"

"Mom switched my class." Moze said, a bit more snootily than she intended. Todd only laughed.

"Alright. That's good, though. I've had a guy dancing solo for the last few lessons after his partner moved. He's just over there." Todd pointed to a guy in the corner. Moze couldn't help but think he looked familiar. She shrugged I off and looked back to Todd.

"Thanks!" She made her way over to her new partner, looking him over as she crossed the floor, weaving in and out of the stretching dancers. He was about her height, if she wasn't were those stupid heels. He was wearing red sweat pants with a white stripe going down the legs, and white tank top. Moze noted that he was beginning to get some larger muscle on his arms. Moze tapped his shoulder and he grunted. She cleared her throat and made her introduction.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer Mosely. I think I'm supposed to be your new dance partner." Jennifer stuck out her hand, waiting for him to turn around and introduce himself. She could tell he was hesitating with something and he finally turned around. When he did, Moze's hand flew to her mouth to keep the loud gasp from coming out.

"H-hey, er, Jennifer?"

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Horray for chapter one!!!

I finished this more quickly than I expected. I like it though.

AND I finally got to use suspense!! You'll all have to wait until I finish chapter two now!! Mwa hah ahahaha!!!!

Any hoo, REVEIWW:3

And, I just would like you all to know that I will be taking on Noze story requests, seeing as I've almost finshed writing all the ideas I had on my ideas list. I'll put some more stuff up about it on my profile, so you can just message me, or put it in your reviews. I'll also have a few guidelines, like no major plot stories, only oneshotts, things like that.

So I think that's it! I would like about 10 reviews before I put up the next chappie.

-The Freak-a-Zoid