"Where the hell did everyone go?" he thought looking around, noticing the beach all of a sudden didn't look the same.
Frowning, he glanced to his left, sure he would see the beefy dark skinned life guard that had blown the whistle to announce bad waters from earlier. Instead, there were palm trees that didn't look...well...real. Standing up straight, he was startled that he couldn't hear the waves crashing against the sand. There was something strangely familiar with what he did hear. Instead of sea gulls or people yelling, he heard what sounded like music. When he looked to the right, trying to identify where it was coming from, he couldn't pick out an exact location. It seemed to just exist.
Hearing a grumbling from Mac, he turned, expecting her to thank him for saving her. After which, he assumed he would get a reward. But when he heard her telling him off, he lost it. He complained that she wasn't being very thankful, when had had the strangest since of deja vu. Pulling off his life jacket, he sulked as he threw it down on top of the sand.
"Brady?" she said, sounding confused.
"Yea?"he grumbled, his pride hurt.
"Brady!" she said, sounding urgent and walking away from him.
Looking up, he was surprised to see a girl with a two piece pink bathing suit spring into mid air ahead of them.
"Yeah?" he asked again, this time curious.
Moving forward, he had the strangest feeling he had seen her before. They crawled over to an upside down boat and peered over it. There was a fairly large group of teens a few yards in front of them. Beach balls, towels, and inflatable objects were flung into the air with almost perfect sequenization. All the teens were their age, but looked too attractive to be every day kids. All the girls were wearing two piece bathing suits that looked from another era. The boys were all shirtless and wore board shorts. What was really strange, was that no one had any fat on them, or acne, anything that would give the impression of every day teens.
Suddenly two individuals did back flips and were immediately followed by two more. Hearing lyrics amongst the music that came from every where, he recognized the song. Though he couldn't think where he had heard it before, he had a feeling that he was in for a treat. A Studebaker came into view off to the left. Glancing over, he watched as a door was flung open and a teen guy jumped out. Looking inside, the boy whooped and watched as a large group of teens jumped out right behind him. Brady's mouth dropped when at least ten or eleven individuals came out of the vehicle, when there was only enough room for maybe half that number.
The last to jump out of the car was a stud. Well, he guessed it was a stud. From his point of view, all he could see was a pair of board shorts and a white shirt unbuttoned. His skin looked very tan from the sun he apparently got all the time. Hands on his hips, the boy turned and followed the others to a specific area a few yards in front of Mac and himself. His chest was toned, but not with too many muscles. Though he didn't appear to have much chest hair, he could see a nice treasure trail below his belly button. Beside him, Mac was saying something, sounding hysterical, but he really couldn't care less. His eyes were glued on the guy that had halted a few yards away.
Standing, he walked around the boat and stopped just behind the guy and a midst all the commotion. Mac followed him and they both stared as the guy started to sing with the music that came from he didn't know where. Bobbing his head like some bird, he strutted forward and brought his right hand up to move aside some invisible strand of hair away from his face. Pulling off his open shirt, he let it fall to the sand. Brady could just make out the guys' arm pit hair sticking out as he lifted his surf board out of the sand and towards his torso. Still singing, he ran past him them holding his board to the side of his body. Halfway through a phrase, he turned his head to look back at them. Briefly, he was sure their eyes had met. Liking what he saw, he turned and raised an eyebrow, getting the feeling the guys glance was more than just polite curiosity.
Brady wasn't gay, not at all. He was however, bisexual, but not open about it. He had never gone all the way with a guy, but wanted to try it. He had already had sex with a few girls, even Mac several times. To tell the truth, sex with her wasn't that enjoyable. Sure, it was better than his hand, but that was pretty much a given. He'd gotten a few blow jobs from a couple of guys, but that didn't happen very often even though he returned the favor. Well, that didn't happen very often from either guys or girls. They never said why, but he knew it was because he was uncircumcised.
He hated the stigmata of his dick being dirty and ugly. That's the way guys were suppose to look, natural. A friend had once said he should just go through the surgery and his sex life would get even better. He had glared at the friend, who didn't see why he looked so mad. Calming down, he had told him that wasn't going to happen, or that it would ever happen. Shrugging, the friend just said he would be in the minority then. Sadly, that prediction had come true. Since then, he had only met one other guy that was intact.
The sound of all the teens breaking into perfectly choreographed song broke through his daydreams. Looking on, they were dancing as if they had rehearsed the movement many times to get it all right. Smirking, he turned to Mac and pretended to dance just like them from behind two standing surf boards behind everyone. She didn't look amused or interested. Gritting his teeth, he turned back to watch the show. Suddenly, a light went on in his brain as he finally recognized the tune. It was from one of his favorite movies, which incredibly he just watched a couple hours ago...Wet Side Story. He hadn't realized that what this was because these kids weren't the ones that had been in the movie.
Ahead, he watched the guy spinning in the sand and ending with his fingers pointed at some invisible director. To the side, everyone was on beach towels and kicking their feet together in rhythm while a couple others were singing and pointing at something in their hands, again looking at something invisible. He was stumped with how they had magically appeared on the towels when he hadn't looked away or even notice them move. As he was trying to figure this out, the group all had beach balls and were bouncing them together while singing. Again, he had detected no movement that signaled their change in location.
"Movie magic..." he thought.
Shaking his head, he decided to just forget how that could have happened and turned to Mac, but paused as the guy suddenly had the pink bathing suit wearing girl on his shoulders. Two other couples were on either side of him, mimicking the same movements exactly. For some reason, he felt jealous the girl was touching him. She jumped off his shoulders and they looked at each other in a way that was so creepy. Turning back to Mac, he decided to tell her his theory.
"We're in the movie." he said.
"What movie?" she asked.
"My movie, Wet Side Story." he said excitedly, already planning to join the fun.
"What? How? Why?" she asked, completely baffled.
"All viable questions."he said, getting ready to head to where he knew would be an open spot.
"What do we do?" she asked, again sounding understandably confused.
"Have fun!" Wooo!" he said, raising his hands and taking his spot at the end of the line of teens, not even bothering to look back to see if she followed.
He jumped and turned in time with the teens in the line across the sand. Noticing they were passing a bucket of water, he remembered the line "make a splash" so he knew what he was suppose to do next. Taking hold of the bucket from the girl beside him, he turned and emptied the water directly at Mac's face. Stepping back from her sputtering lips, he turned to run but found the miming his movements. Hearing names, he glanced to the right and noticed they were shouting their names after ducking under a limbo pole. Backing away, he followed suit and was surprised Mac joined in, though a little late.
What followed was an intricately choreographed dance routine with each person holding onto their own surf board. Though he didn't get it all right, he sure did better than Mac. By the end, she had fallen onto the sand panting from the vigorous dance routine. Grinning, he walked over to her and helped her up. Glaring at him, she looked forward and began to walk in the same direction as the large group of teens. Looking up, he noticed the lead guy looking at him with curiosity. Feeling himself blush, he was glad the guy had turned and entered a small hut with a sign reading "Big Mama's" beside it.
It didn't occur to him until they were heading for the doorway of the hut that he already knew the guys name. Sure the guy was the main character, he guessed his name was Tanner. Turning back, he pushed his elbow out, as if for her to lock their arms together as they entered the building She huffed and without a word, they walked through the doorway. Inside, he felt his jaw drop. The area was huge, at least the size of a large restaurant. Way too big to be housed inside that little building the outside had shown.
"Movie magic." he thought again.
Ahead, he noticed Tanner sitting at the bar, looking their way. Not sure if he was staring at them or something else, he made his way forward. There were two or three steps just a few yards inside the entrance that led to a large open depression in the floor. The area was perfect for dancing. The group of surfers from the beach were talking excitedly in the space as Mac and himself approached them. Deciding to make the first move, he greeted them as if they had been friends forever.
Silence followed, and he suddenly wondered if he said something that was out of line, or not right for the era they were now in. He tried to explain where they were from at the exact same time Mac did. Each of their statements contradicted each other, so he changed his wording to match hers. Unbelievably, she did the same. A dark skinned boy, called a name out and immediately a guy joined the small group. Brady smirked, knowing how the guy was going to respond. After every word, the boy would repeat it, but would bark it out in a way that made everyone jump.
As he began to negotiate their way through, the sound of motorcycles filled the air from all around. Knowing what this meant, he grinned and pulled Mac to the side as the roar of the engines increased from outside. A guy wearing a jacket walked through the doors and took out a small comb and ran it through his hair, even though it looked just fine. Two girls walked through another opening, one blowing a large pink bubble she was chewing on, and the other was staring haughtily into space.
He explained to Mac what was going on when two guys held open the swinging doors to the building as a motorcycle actually came through the doorway. Sitting atop the bike, a guy with black sunglasses shut the engine off and threw his helmet off to the right. A cat cried out in pain as the helmet apparently landed on it. Two girls that were obviously part of the bikers' group stood a short distance apart at the bottom of the stairs to the open area the surfers had fled from.
The biker walked down the stairs and paused between the two girls as the two guys that had held open the swinging doors stood just behind them in a V formation. Cracking his neck, he and his group made their way across the open area of the restaurant as the guy that had combed his hair, and the two girls that had entered first joined them where the surfers stood waiting in the middle of the open space. Stopping only yards away, the bikers removed their sunglasses. Brady grinned, anticipating what kind of accent they would be talking in. He wasn't disappointed as they started retorting back and forth with bad puns.
After a couple more heated verbal exchanges, the silence was broken as a voice could be heard saying "excuse me" several times. No longer shirtless, Tanner moved between his friends to get to the front of his own group. Those shorts he was wearing were quite a bit shorter than those around him, not leaving much to the imagination. His open shirt grazed against the people he was pushing through, nipples becoming visible with every other step as he came to stand next to a friend of his.
"What?" Brady heard Tanner say, in a cute and slightly higher pitched voice.
They stared at each other for a moment before Butchy said something and snapped his fingers. Feeling giddy, he watched as a girl in a pink outfit dropped a coin in a jukebox. Turning, he grinned widely at Mac as the girl in pink hit the machine with her hips. Clicking sounds began to fill the room as the surfers backed up and away from the bikers.
"Stand back." he told her.
"Why?" she asked.
"You'll see." he said in a low, yet still excited voice.
TANNER POV
Never seeing the blond guy before, he was intrigued. Their eyes met several times within just the short amount of time he had first seen him. The guy sure looked groovy. The moment the thought entered his brain, he did a mental shake. Guys were not suppose to like other guys like that. Still, he couldn't help letting his gaze shift slowly back over to him. This is until the roar of bike engines filled the area. Gritting his teeth, he watched as the bikers entered the place and march forward. The moment he heard Butchy telling Seacat he planned to take over the hangout, he surged forward. Pushing through his friends, he finally stood next to Seacat. Looking up, he stared at the guy, who wasn't too bad looking, asked what he meant.
Standing back, he watched as the bikers began to do a number that explained the way they were. Glancing across the room, he caught sight of the tall blond guy standing next to a chick by a doorway. He was smiling and bobbing his head to the movement the bikers were doing. Deciding to check him out a bit more, Tanner backed out of the view of all the others and made his way around the crowd to figure the stranger out. Just as he was getting close, they guy smirked and backed into the shadows. Increasing his pace, he just had time to notice movement off to his right. Catching a flash of blond, he aimed for where he thought the guy would be.
Slowly, he watched the guy pulling clothing off a hook on the wall. It had clearly been laid out for him because it was the perfect size and it was ready to go. The boy pulled down his trunks and Tanner felt a stir of hardness creep into his own trunks. His bare ass wasn't very tan, but it was toned nicely. Probably a few inches taller, he turned around and stared at the clothes. Luckily, Tanner was dark enough he hadn't been seen. Probably a few inches taller, he turned around and stared at the clothes. Luckily, Tanner was dark enough he hadn't been seen. Crotch fully exposed, he looked at what this new guy was packing. A thick dark blond forest of pubes surrounded the uncut penis before him. The foreskin completely covered the head unlike his own. His foreskin barely covered the head, and when hard, was completely pushed back to the shaft. In the darkness, he couldn't tell what the exact size was, though he was sure his own was bigger. Unconsciously, he shifted forward a bit more for a better look. Looking up, it seemed Tanner was close enough to be seen because the boy froze.
Their eyes met for a few moments, with the sound of music in the back ground. The guy smirked and made as if to approach, but the lyrics of the music was now coming from a girls voice. Making a pained face, the boy winked and pulled the rest of the clothes on so fast he was out of his view before he had time to reflect what had just happened. Shaking his head, he headed back to his friends at the back of the building and watched as the boy joined in the singing with the bikers. His voice was perfect, not too deep or high. Dancing seemed to come easy to him as he joined the full ensemble on the open floor. Butchy emerged with a guitar and suddenly, so did the boy. They played one after another, ending with the guy grinning and leaning his back against Butchies for support. For some reason, he felt jealous of the contact.
The song ended with the boy sliding across the floor, looking up at the chick he had arrived with. She said something, to which he replied. Chuckling, she shook her head and he blew out a breath of air as she crossed to him. Standing, they walked shakily out of the building. Seacat was approaching him, along with Rascal. Giggles came at him from the other side as the bikers dispersed to different areas inside the building. Following them, they passed through the swinging doors and exclaimed about the party that very night. Upon looking up, he noticed the new guy and girl staring up at them. Before he could invite them to the party, Seacat beat him to it.
"Oh, hey, we're having a shredder shindig tonight here at Big Momma's." he called down to them.
"You should both make the scene!" Giggles added.
"Yeah, but-" the girl began
"Sounds blastin'!" the boy said, looking at him directly.
"Yeah! " he said to them
" Hey, cowabunga! Woo!" the four of them said excitedly.
"Radical! Woo!" said the boy.
They left, though he stared back at the guy and was sure he was being eyed the same way. Once home, he entered walked through the living room and on into his own room. He jumped sideways and landed perfectly on his bed. Observing the space, he took note of the walls all around him. Many lei's hung all over, some multi-colored and some just one plain. A lava lamp stood on a desk and sitting against a wall was his guitar. Sighing, he rocked forward until he was able to grab a hold of the neck and pull it close enough to swing over his chest. Guitar in hand, he sat up and strummed a few notes looking out the only window of his small room.
He could not get the new guy out of his mind, but kept think about when their eyes had met. When the boy caught him looking, he didn't freak out, but seemed to not think any thing of it. Tanner knew he was a pretty cool cat. If he were as good looking as that he wouldn't mind either. Well, that wasn't true. He was just as good looking as the blond. Being a tad taller didn't give him that much of an edge. Never having done anything with anyone, he didn't quite know how to proceed. It was clear he found dudes more attractive than chicks. Of course, from what he'd heard all over the news is that if someone liked their own gender it was a sign of illness.
Standing, he walked over to his full length mirror. Looking at himself, he smirked and winked at his reflection, almost expecting it to answer back. He felt fine, and he looked better. There was no way he was sick, so the news reports must be wrong. Closing his door, he pulled his open shirt off and stared at his toned and tanned chest. Not much chest hair, but he did have a bit traveling below his navel to his crotch. Glancing back at the door, he made a decision and kicked the rest of his clothing to the floor.
His dick was soft, but very ample. The dark foreskin almost completely covered the head of his penis. Though his nuts weren't big, they did hang rather low. A dark frosting of hair covered his entire groin. Turning, he looked at his butt in the mirror. His leg muscles and gluts were large, making his ass nice and round. Stepping out with his right foot, he pulled his cheeks apart and eyed his pink hole in the mirror. Reaching back, he pushed his thumb at the puckered opening. Feeling his dick begin to grow, he turned sideways and watched his member harden completely. Slowly, he moved his hand back and forth along the length.
Hearing a knock from some where outside, he jumped and dug into his drawers until he found some nice clothes to wear to the party. Pulling on a dark brown shirt and short light tan pants, he was set. Funnily enough, his hair never seemed to mess up. Exiting his room, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Smiling at himself, he headed over to the party. Just before he entered, he once more saw the new guy smiling at him. Receiving an equally broad smile, he went inside and sat down next to his friends.
The place was more crowded than usual, the bikers decided to join in the activities. Though, they mainly just walked through the crowd and swiped someone's bottle of soda, tried it themselves, the handed it to someone else who was not the owner of the drink. Tanner eyed Butchy, taking note of his large pectorals when he finally sat down in a booth. His sister sat with him and talked to the group easily. He guessed she was a hot chick, though he didn't find her sexually attractive.
Hearing his name called, he perked up and looked around. Seacat and a couple others were standing on the raised platform at the edge of the large open area. Too far away to hear what he wanted, he stood and made his way over to him. Lifting up a guitar, he urged him to pick up the pace. Nodding, he pushed through, still making sure not to bump into anyo-He jumped slightly, feeling a hand actually palmed and then rested against his butt. The act was deliberate, not an accident. Turning slightly, he noticed the blond guy walking away with the chick he was with earlier. Tilting his head to the side, he waited for the guy to make eye contact. This time, he was disappointed as the guy just kept walking. Feeling slightly let down, he guessed it must have been an accident.
"Tanner!" said Seacat, much louder.
"What?" he said, forgetting why he had made his way over here in the first place.
Holding up the guitar higher, Seacat just grinned. Matching the grin, he hurried over and joined him on the platform. Grabbing it, he immediately began to sing and play with his friends behind him. After a couple more songs, Lela raised an eyebrow, wanting to take the stage. He nodded and jumped off the stage as she took his place. Making his way back to his seat, he looked around for the new guy. When no flash of blond hair was visible, he sighed and watched Lela sing a nice ballad. She had a beautiful voice and it warmed his heart enough to make him relax.
As her song was about to end, she tripped and began to fall. Standing, he rushed over but ran into a dark haired girl head on. Expecting to hear a scream, he looked up to see the blond guy holding Lela. Feeling a bit jealous, he looked at the girl in front of him. It was the chick that had been close to the new guy.
"Nice of you to drop in." he said to the girl with a soft smile.
"Umm, sorry, didn't see you." she said flustered.
"Now that you do, do you like what you see?" he asked, knowing she would.
"Sure..." she replied absentmindedly.
"It's really nice to meet you." he said genuinely, trying to be polite.
"Excuse me for just one second." she said, eyeing the guy who was holding Lela.
"Brady, can I have a moment? A really quick, important moment." she said, pulling him aside.
"Excuse me Lela." he said and followed her.
Finally knowing the new guys' name, he felt happier and watched as the two exited the building. It seemed the party had ended abruptly. Everyone was just staring around, not sure what to do next. He felt the same as the others, as if something was wrong. After a few moments, he shrugged and headed to the stage and grabbed the guitar. Deciding to see where Brady went, he pushed through the crowd and looked around outside. Seeing no one, he sighed and walked over a gazebo and began strumming his guitar. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and smiled as the new girl approached.
"Of course not. I'd wanna join me, too." he replied instantly. "So, hey, I've never seen a chick quite like you."
"Chick? Really?" she scoffed with a smirk."Hold on while I lay some eggs." she finished with a chuckle
"Okay." he said, confused.
"No, that was, um...Never mind. Thank you for the compliment." she said with a sad smile.
They talked for a bit more until he saw Brady approaching Lela. Standing, they made short talk. Brady asked what he was doing later. Inviting him to play pool with his friends, he was ecstatic when he accepted. Lela invited Mack to her sleep over and they left. With the girls gone, he led Brady back into the building and toward the pool table. He hadn't realized how tall he had been until he rested his elbow on his shoulder. Sitting, they talked about what they did for fun and the subject finally made it's way around to girls. Though he'd much rather talk about anything else, his four other friends to the side broke into song.
Brady s' POV
Finally, he'd gotten rid of Mack and was able to talk to Tanner. He had been stupid to catch Lela when she fell, forgetting that it was the turning point for the entire movie. Still, nothing could be helped about it now. Sitting on the the pool table, he jumped when four guys began to sing out of nowhere. Just after the first phrase, he already knew what the song was and how to proceed. Having joined the bikers during their number earlier, he was more than happy to join Tanner and his friends. The four guys were lined up shoulder to shoulder, pushing forward and gesturing with their hands in sequence at each new phrase
'When you meet a girl you like , you should take my advice
At this point, Tanner, who had been sitting on the edge of the table, stood abruptly and jumped atop the table in two quick moves wearing a smirk. His crotch was literally only inches away from his face as he rotated his hips around to the right as he climbed on. Not able to help himself, he looked intensely at Tanner's crotch, sure he'd noticed something swing back and forth with the jerky movements. Tanner's arms opened and came to rest with his right hand holding his chin. An eyebrow raised and a sweet smile forming as his golden voice echoed with vibrato around the room.
Girls like boys, like me
In his mind, Brady was struck with what that might mean in his own time. Girls tended to like gay guys more than straight guys at first, finding them funner and easier to talk to, not having to worry about them getting into their pants. Though, he didn't think that applied to this situation, it was still the 60's and he doubted that Tanner was even gay. That didn't stop him from crushing on him though. Even as he stood to join him atop the pool table, music erupted from everywhere. Tanner clapped his hands in rhythm on the table as he stood next to him.
Ooh-ooh ooh ooh Ooh-ooh ooh ooh
He bit his lip in hilarity as Tanner's arms parted like a diva and then thrust back in against his chest as if holding something close while his right hip dipped down with every beat. Folding his own arms, he waited for Tanner's line to finish before he joined in.
Take the lead, she likes it when you're in control
Tanner sang, looking forward at an invisible camera.
Let her breathe, chill out, and go with the flow
He joined in, pulling his shirt slightly apart at the top below his collar, feeling air rushing underneath the fabric. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tanner looking up at him with his mouth slightly apart as he opened his shirt a little as if wanting to see more skin.
Make all the plans, don't be impolite
Tanner jumped off the table as he joined him on the floor.
I know what girls, know what girls
He began dancing with the beat passionately while Tanner just looked forward with a sultry expression across his face as they ended the phrase together.
Yeah, I know what girls like
Amazingly, he heard the girls singing as if they stood right by them. Looking up, he was startled to see half of the room in the building now resembled a girls bedroom. The girls were singing and dancing along with them. Strangely, the guys didn't even seem to notice the change. Still, he joined in, kissing his arm muscles and ending with his right arm across Tanner's shoulders as the phrase ended.
A quick glance, bat your eyes and look away
Take a chance, why not ask him on a date
Pick up the check, no, bake him a pie
I know what boys, know what boys...
Yeah, I know what boys like
Unbelievably, Brady watched as Mack tossed a pie and Tanner catch it out of nowhere. He looked so excited as he dipped his finger into the pie and brought the white frosting to his lips. Hit bit his lip as he considered how dirty that sounded in his mind. Shaking his head, he stood in place and danced as the four back ground singers ran around him and disappeared behind a wall of foldible wardrobe panels with their heads just visible. He had the impression that both rooms would be visible and each group dancing and singing in rhythm to the music.
I know what girls like, you know what I mean
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
I know what girls like, girls like boys like me
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
A boy suddenly shouted "Like me", then a girl as it switched from one gender to another several times before they reverted back to song.
Hang with the guys
Don't let her know how much you care
Look in her eyes
And tell her even if you're scared
He found himself brushing his blond hair out of his eyes and finally winked at something invisible just as the others had done. He hadn't realized he had done this without thinking as Tanner came up to him and said
"You got it wrong!" but it still sounded like the voice was synthesized or something. Automatically, retorted back with the same effect.
"No, I got it right!" Immediately the grasped hands began an arm wrestling match in the air. Tanner was short, but his arms had more muscle and easily over powered him, which was surprising. Brushing it off, he joined in as the speaking came out in song once more.
I know what girls, know what girls...
Yeah, I know what girls like
Stretch pants, cute sweater and sweet perfume
Without warning, the guys had surrounded him and held up clothing in front of him. From behind, he felt a hand palm his ass for a bit with force. Mind going blank for a moment, he was happy he didn't have to sing, for he was dumb struck. Glancing to his right, he noticed the girls standing together around Mack.
Don't dress for him
It's better when you dress for you
Taking hold of the clothes the guys had in front of him, he tossed them to the side.
- I keep it loose. - My outfit is tight.
I know what boys, know what boys...
His group stood with the legs apart and swayed from side to side. Grinning, he felt the hand still planted on his ass but didn't care.
Yeah, I know what boys like
The guys marched forward, all but Tanner wearing dark sunglasses and suddenly wearing green Hawaiian shirts. Turning his head, he was surprised to see Tanner right next to him even though he had been quite a distance away just a moment earlier.
I know what girls like, you know what I mean
Then, standing next to him, Tanner placed his shades over his eyes and brought them down half way so just the tops of his eyes were visible. The act was so adorable and out of place he smirked as their lines continued.
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
I know what girls like, girls like boys like me
He danced to the side as Tanner pointed both thumbs at himself, still wearing the shades and his broad white smile spread across his face.
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
Then the whole alternating "Like Me " lines passed around the groups. The deep base beat went silent as Lela and Mack sang softly, with Tanner and himself following suit while some unknown force blew air directly at them, causing their hair to flutter dramatically.
All the boys, they try to woo me
The more they chase me, the more I resist
All the girls, they think I'm groovy
There's only one girl that's on my list
The folding wardrobe panels slowly lowered as three of the back ground guys walked forward to microphnes planted atop them, at the same time the girls mirrored their actions. The boys bobbed their heads while the girls did a side step hip dip as the base beat returned.
I know what girls like, girls like boys like me
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
I know what girls like, girls like boys like me
Ooh-ooh ooh ooh. Ooh-ooh ooh ooh
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
I know what girls like, girls like boys like me
I know what boys like, boys like girls like me
I know what girls like, girls like boys like me
Before he knew it, the song ended. Smiling, he looked over to see what Mack thought. It seemed with the song gone, so had the split rooms. Instead, he looked at a blank wall next to a few chairs. Shaking his head, he looked around and wondered where to go. Sighing, he walked out of the building, suddenly feel lonely and depressed without the peppy music.
"You got a place to stay?" someone asked.
Turning, he met Tanners concerned gaze and shook his head. Grinning broadly, Tanner tilted his head to the side and beckoned him to follow. Catching up, they walked in silence across the beach and down an empty street. He wondered what it would be like entered someone's house. The fantasy world he traveled to had never went into detail about what each character did when not on camera. Pointing, they walked to a small white house and up the steps to the front door. The windows were all brightly lit, and there was a bit of music coming from inside.
Opening the door, they walked into a large living room. Though there was many lights on, their was no one else present. Tanner patted his back and went over and sat in an armchair. Feeling kind of nervous, Brady followed and sat on the end of a wicker couch. Looking around, there were pictures on the walls, but where the faces should be were only blurred images. Frowning, he gave him an odd looking.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you live alone?" he asked, perplexed.
"No." he chuckled. "My parents are away on business. Don't know when they'll be back, soon I hope." he finished.
Nodding, he relaxed, or tried to, but his mind kept going back to his ass getting caressed through the song.
"Are you and Mack together?"he asked suddenly, looking completely at ease.
"Eh, not really. She's leaving for college tomorrow so..." he began, but stopped before he did any more damage.
"Really?" he asked surprised.
"Yea, it's cool. We left it open so if we meet anyone else it shouldn't be a big deal.
"Huh." he said looking at him with interest.
"Yeah." he said, feeling rather lame.
"Well, are you ready for bed? You can sleep on the couch if you want. I guess you could sleep in my room to, I have a sleeping bag if you want. It's up to you Brady."he said.
"You're room sounds alright I guess." he said, mind racing with ideas.
"Well come on then." he rose and headed to his room, hearing light footsteps following him.