Luke's POV


"Okay, can you do this?" I ask, busting out a dance move.

"Pfft...beginner's stuff." she copies the dance move. "Is that all you got Ross?"

"No. Okay, how about this?" I do a coffee-grinder, twist on my hand, and stand up. She breathes out, gets on the floor and does the move. I hate to admit it, but I think she does a better coffee-grinder than me. And I'm, like, the best dancer ever!

"My turn," she says, "Can you do this move?" she flips over, stands on her head, turns around, and, (probably just to annoy me,) does my favorite move.

"Really?" I ask. She shrugs. I do the move. "But can you do you do this move?" I do a one handed cartwheel and crash into the coffee table.

"Uh, yes, but no thanks." she replies. She walks over and offers me her hand. I grab it and she pulls me up. "You need to work on cartwheels."

"Yeah," I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "No kidding." The elevator opens and Jessie comes into the room, carrying a bag of stuff. "Hey Jessie."

"Hey." she says. She places down her bag and looks at the girl next to me. "Who are you?"

"That's Kris. She's one my friends." I answer.

"Oh," she says, a funny look on her face. "Oh, okay, a friend, okay..." she walks out of the room into the kitchen.

"Anyway, can you do this?" I ask, putting out one of my classic moves that I love, which includes a head spin. She does the move flawlessly.

"I thought you were the best." she announced.

"I am the best." I claimed.

"I don't think so." she smirks.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'll show you that the best." I began. 'And you're gonna eat those words and choke on them. But first," I say, "We should step away from the coffee table." she nods and we step away from the smashed table. I can't believe Jessie didn't notice and/or question that. She can be so blind sometimes. "You might want to back up."

"Why? So you won't crash into me?" she questions.

"Actually, yeah."

"Good Point." she admits. She takes a few steps back, standing next to the ledge in front of the fire place.

"Ready?"

"Just dance already Ross." I take in a deep breathe and start busting out my moves. Easiest and not as impressive first, then harder, more complicated, and impressive, then finally, super hard moves that should really impress her. I do my final move-combo:

First, I drop down and push myself off the ground and stand up.

Second, twist and spin.

Finally, Back flip, do my favorite move, but as I try to finish one final spin move, I slip and fall forward, crashing into Kris. I end up on top of her. I groan, since I hit my leg against the ledge and it really hurts.

"Oh my Gosh!" I hear Jessie scream from behind me. "LUKE! What are you doing?"

"Uh, dancing?"

"No, you are not! What were you-" at that moment a scream comes from upstairs. "I'll be back! This is not over!" I peek over my shoulder and see her scuttle across the floor, she starts to climb the stairs. She turns around quickly. "And get off her!" she leaves the room. I look at Kris.

"Well that was awkward." I say.

"Uh Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still on top of me." she points out.

"Oh yeah, right-"I reply, blushing. I get off of her, brush myself off, and offer her my hand. She takes it and I pull her up.

"You know what?" she asks.

"What?"

"You aren't the best."

"Oh yes I am."

"You tripped over you're own to feet on that last move."

"So? Happens all the time."

"Maybe for you." she says, stepping closer. She gets in my face. "But the best wouldn't have done that." she spits out.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

I get closer. "You wanna make a bet?"

"Sure, if your up for it Ross."

"Fine. Dance contest. Me and you. All types of dance. We'll have my family decide the winner. And the winner takes all."

"Fine, but remember, family sometimes choose the person they like more. Their family member."

"Scared?"

"No. My nanny isn't judging the contest."

"Touche`."

"You up for it Ross?" she holds out her hand for me to shake.

"Totally." I grab her hand. "You?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." she smiles. We shake on it. Kris's phone goes off. "That's my mom. She's waiting for me downstairs." She walks over to the couch and brags her bag. She starts to walk over to the elevator. "I can't believe I came over to study and we didn't get anything done." She presses the down button for the elevator.

"I know right? Crazy. Who knew dancing could be so time consuming?" she rolls her eyes.

"Anyway, I gotta go. See you tomorrow Ross." she says, stepping into the elevator. The doors start to close.

"See ya Kris."