She was happy. Twirling around on the dance floor without a care. He spun her and dipped her, making her laugh. She'd mash potato, charleston, and do all the other steps. And he would follow, their feet moving together, keeping time. The pair moved perfectly in time with one and other, making them flawless out on the dance floor. It came with a lot of hard work and practice, but when it all came down to it, they loved to dance and that's what mattered. They complimented each other perfectly. They were meant for each other.

As he realized the last part, IQ let out a sigh. He watched Tammy and Fender practice their routine from the side, alone. Sure they were partners, but it seemed to him that they were more then that. The way they looked at each other... He couldn't watch. Turning away, he slumped off, away from the studio stage. It was after hours, and the show was done recording for the day, but Tammy and Fender had stuck around to work on a routine they had. IQ had stuck around too, hoping to get the chance to talk to his redhead friend. But he felt silly for thinking he would get the chance. Making his away backstage, he started to his station to collect his thing, then he would make his way home.

"Oh! IQ!" Tammy exclaimed, as she too made her way to her station to pack up. "I didn't know you were still here! Did you see our dance? What did you think?" The cheerful redhead asked her friend as she made her way over to him.

Though he was feeling down, her smile made him smile too. What did he think of their dance? "It was great," he nodded, continuing to pack up his things.

"Mind if I walk home with you?" Tammy asked him, tilting her head to the side. A smile still graced her features.

Even though he loved to walk with Tammy, IQ really just wanted to go home. "I'm getting a drive," he told her. It wasn't a lie, since he was. His father was probably already waiting outside. "Bye," he called, waving behind him as he walked outside, and headed off to his car.

Tammy frowned. "Bye," she called after him, though the girl was sure he hadn't heard. What was up with him?

Fender came around just then, also ready to go. "Oh, Tammy, you're still here! Wanna walk home?" he said with a good natured smile.

Tammy bit her lip, still looking after IQ. But she turned to face her black haired friend. "Sure," she agreed, before the two headed off.