A/N: This is my second oneshot. Uh, chibi L convinced me to write another. xDDD Yeah, I got a little lazy near the end, so it kinda gets a little less interesting. That and picking an ending was like…Hell. Sorry if its not that funny. This was kind of like a test. To see if I should write longer stories and stuff. So if you read this, leave a review saying Yes or No. Yes being you want me to write bigger stories, or No, don't ever write again. xDDDD Thank you.

Parties were something Matt did not attend often, and when he did, he did not dance. His smoker's lungs and bad dance moves were his problem.

Mello didn't dance either, because he was too busy gambling and drinking. And everyone knows drunk people can't dance straight.

But Mello saw how much fun everyone seemed to be having. He was at the club, watching people going wild. He went to the bathroom and called Matt. On the first ring, Matt answered. "Yo," he said, and Mello could hear the button smashing and the game sounds. "Matt, put down your games and get your ass down to the club."

There was an audible sigh and Matt drew a breath to protest. "But Mello…" he whined, "I get so bored and you get bored too."

"Shut up, and get over here," Mello snapped, closing the phone and discouraging any other excuse he might come up with.

Mello looked at himself in the mirror and began trying out some dance moves. A man came out of one of the stalls and watched him. "Heheh, how bad do you have to pee?" he asked as he left without washing his hands.

Mello flushed a bright red and glared. He was too embarrassed to say anything though. "Mello…Ah, there you are," Matt muttered, entering the bathroom. "Now what did you want?"

"I want to dance," he stated, straight faced.

Matt stared at him for a second, a smile tugging at his mouth. "Right…right…And I want to join the special Olympics," he said, pulling out a portable game system.

Mello glared icily at his friend. "You think I'm joking?"

Startled by the seriousness of his tone, Matt looked up. "C-c'mon, be serious…" he tried weakly as Mello stared him down. "B-but…" "Stop being a pansy!" Mello snapped.

They sat in silence then Mello asked, "Know any dance moves?"

"Nope."

"Neither do I."

"…."

"Google?"

"Way ahead of yah."

Matt brought out a laptop and started typed in: Cool dance moves.

After clicking through several pages, he found a video on youtube.

It began to play, but it changed to a man dressed in a white suit singing, "We're no strangers to love…you know the rules, and so do I~!"

"Those are pretty smooth dance moves," Mello murmured, skeptical. But who was he to judge?

"Yeah…" Matt agreed.

They practiced the dance moves and then they were ready.

Clapping high-fives, they left the restroom and strolled to the dance floor. They began to do the dance, and eventually, people were either glaring, or gawking.

"Hey!"

They looked up to see a bouncer, glaring at them. "What the hell are you doing, fags?"

He grabbed Matt and Mello by the collar of their shirts and began hauling them to the door. "Hey Matt, I think they were jealous of our moves."

"No Mello," Matt replied sounding annoyed as they were tossed into the street, "This is called being thrown out."

They got up and proceeded to walk home. "Hey Mello, I told you nerds can't dance."

"Shut up nerd."