Title: A Dance to Remember
Rating: PG-13 - Language
Spoilers: None.
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Disclaimer: Characters and past storylines are property of their original owners and creators. I own nothing, except in the case of the odd original character or two.
Author's Note: My second Pirates of the Caribbean piece, written in first person. This is not meant to be taken seriously. I just wanted to have a little fun!
Summary: I take Elizabeth for a night out, and things get a little crazy.
"Come on, Elizabeth!" I plead, looking her straight in the eyes. "It will be fun!"
"No, it will not!" Elizabeth protests. "I will, go, and everyone will look at me, and make fun of me!"
I stare at her, complete confusion etched in to my face. "Why would they make fun of you?" I continue to stare at her, and await her response.
Elizabeth shifts her weight, from her right foot, to her left. Placing her hands on her hips, she pouts a little. "Because, I do not know any of the dances that you will be doing tonight! I will begin to trip on my dress, and this damned corset will drive me to madness!" She shuffles around, trying to show me what she is talking about, rather than to just verbalize it. "I just can not do it!"
Unable to stand any more of what Elizabeth is pressing toward, I suddenly get an idea. "In that case, you shall not wear a dress!" I say. "Nor shall you wear a corset."
"What shall I wear, then? When you invited me here, I brought nothing but dresses! What am I to do?"
I bite on my bottom lip, quickly, trying to come up with something clever to say. However, when my brain fails me, I go with the obvious. "You can just wear something of mine. It's no big deal."
At this, Elizabeth's face lights up. I smile, briefly, before noticing that my friend's face has fallen to yet another frown.
"What's the matter?" I ask, not completely sure that I want to know what she is about to complain about.
"I will look completely rediculous in your clothes!" she says, almost hysterically. "I am not the kind of girl who should be wearing such attire!" I twist my face a little, and Elizabeth notices. "What?"
"Nothing. I just didn't realize that the word 'attire' was in your vocabulary." I shake my head, from side to side, getting rid of the thought. "Anyway, about the clothes, we should probably get to work. The dance is in," I pause, to look at my watch. "The dance starts in less than three hours."
"And, about the dances?" Elizabeth asks, timidly.
I wave my hands. "Plenty of time! I can show you the basics, that is. You can improvise with the rest."
"What are 'the basics'?"
With an internal sigh, I move from where I am standing, and head for the other side of my bedroom. As I open my closet, I begin to think about just which dances that I will show Elizabeth.
"Um," I begin, as I shove to the side a few articles of clothing that sit on hangers. "Well, I can definitely show you the Electric Slide, the Cha-Cha, a little Salsa, the Merengue, and some other stuff, too." I turn the top half of my body to a position where I can see Elizabeth's facial expression. Unsurprisingly, she looks afraid. "Don't worry, hun," I assure her. "None of the dances that I listed are very hard."
Elizabeth shakes her head. "The dances are not what I am afraid of," she says, as she points toward me.
I look down, suddenly understanding what is scaring her so badly; I am holding a black halter top, with the word "Foxy" written in sparkly green letters, and outlined in black.
"Don't worry, Elizabeth," I say, trying my best to avoid laughter. "I wouldn't make you wear this to a dance." A look of relief crosses her features, and I return to my closet, which is overflowing with possible outfit ideas.
"Will, don't be impossible!" Matt screams at the brunette. "I'm sure that Elizabeth isn't giving Michelle this much trouble!"
Will, feeling a little intimidated under Matt's football player like build, bites on his bottom lip. "Well, I'm sure that Michelle isn't making Elizabeth wear things that look that ridiculous!" Will walks over to Matt's bed, and picks up the item in question; a blue and white Hawaiian shirt. He points to it, and makes a strange face. "Talk about who is being impossible."
Matt smiles a little. "If I know Michelle, I am sure that she is getting a little bit wierd with the crap that she is making your girlfriend try on."
"That's wonderful," Will says, sarcastically. "Just wonderful." He pauses, quickly. "Why do you keep calling Elizabeth my 'girlfriend'?" Will yells.
"Because, that's what you are!" Matt yells back, with a laugh.
Will pouts a little, in defeat, before coming up with a new question. "Is that what Michelle is to you? Your 'girlfriend'?"
Matt looks up. "No. We aren't dating."
"Why not?"
"Because, we aren't!" Matt hollars, growing annoyed with Will's line of questioning. "Simple as that."
"Fine," Will replies, indifferently. "No need to be rude about it."
Matt rolls his eyes, quickly, before turning around, to face his closet. "Fine. Is there anything else that you need to know?" When he doesn't hear a response, Matt turns around. Will has a very embarrassed look on his face. "What is it, Will?"
"Well," Will begins, quietly. "This thing that Michelle kept mentioning, today, the Waltz?"
"What about it?" Matt asks, having returned to his closet, searching for more things.
"I have no idea how to do it."
Matt freezes. "Oh, there is no way in hell..." he thinks to himself, silently.
"So, can you show me?"
Matt turns around, very, very slowly. Eyeing Will, who looks hopeful and excited at the same time, Matt makes a silent promise, to himself. "Oh, I'll kill you for this, Michelle."
Author's Note: Well, there is Chapter One! By the way, Matt is just one of many of my friends that I hope to write in to this piece. I couldn't pass up the chance to pair he and Will in a conversation together! (Also, I could just see his face, after Will asks him to show him how to Waltz)! I am not done with the night's preparations, so, I look forward to more. I hope that you do, too! One question that I would like some opinions on: Should the Commodore chaperone? Or, should I just randomly insert him? If you could put that in your review, if you write one, I would greatly appreciate it! Thanks for reading! As always, I look forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...