Inspired by the song 'I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You' by 'Black Kids'

Flashing lights in their eyes.
Music pounding so loud they can feel it in their chests, currently pushed together
The pair look like brother and sister, blonde hair and blues eyes, almost identical, but brothers and sisters don't dance like that, at least not in this story.

The crowd start to take notice, most of them recognise the young pair, too young for the club, their moves and discreet bribes the only reason they're never thrown out.
The DJ flips tracks and people start to move off, getting wrapped up in dancing with whoever they've paired up with for the night.
The pair start grinding and it doesn't take long for it to take it's toll. As she grinds her back against his front the courage rises through him, swells in his chest and just as the words are about to leave his mouth she turns around, looks up at him through dark lashes and in some strange whisper-shouts "You wanna get out of here?"
It's a question that isn't. He grabs her hand and she locks their fingers together. They're out in the cold before they realise it, and just as quickly climbing into the heat of her room and then it's oh so hot.

The light is painful, it makes his eyes water and even to close them agin is sore. He starts to roll over but he remembers that he's not alone and, also, that he really has to get up now. He braces himself, turns, and allows the light to shine in his eyes again.
He looks at her, treasuring the small amount of time he knows he has, whilst he still has it. Her hair is all over the place, the mascara and eyeliner has left rings underneath her eyes. It makes him wonder how he must look himself. She's calm and her chest rises slowly and settles the same, totally silent. Unlike his own, his heart is racing so fast it could break track records. Then, just like all the other mornings, her eyes flutter open and she smiles.
It almost breaks his heart.
Again.

She pulls away from his chest, rolls out of the bed and puts on the closest piece of clothing available, which is actually his shirt. It doesn't do a lot for covering up but she knows that. She also knows he's enthralled by her little display, which is exactly why she's almost laughing when she turns and throws his jeans at him.
"Come on, you're gonna be late."
"But you're wearing my shirt."
His pout makes her eyebrow quirk. "Well, I guess I could take it off." She holds the ends of the shirt in fingers and pulls it up just a little. "Or, you could just go home shirtless."
His face fell and she giggled before gesturing to the open window.
"Why? I will be late if I do and if I stay, you can give me a ride and we can go home together later. Think of the environment Namine! The environment!"
"We can't arrive together, you know that. What if someone saw? What if Sora saw?"
"What if he saw?" He knew he was pushing it now.
"Listen, just go home, get dressed and I'll see you in school. We can hang out after. That is, if you want to?"
He sighed. A little Namine is better then none at all.
"Okay. I'll see you later." He kissed her and she put her hands on his shoulders, at first pulling him closer and then pushing him away and towards the window.
He climbed out expertly and hopped down before breaking into a run, rushing to get home.
She cleared her room up a bit before showering and carefully choosing an outfit that she hoped would say 'I wasn't cheating on my boyfriend with my best friend last night.'

He hopped in his own window panting and feeling sick. Looking at the clock he realised that unless he could get in his car, drive to school, get his books from his locker and make it to class in four minutes and thirty two seconds he was going to be late.
Again.
He let out a deep breath towards the hair falling in front of his eyes and as it flew up he decided that it would be the best place to start. Once that was done he decided that he was, after all, already half dressed so a shirt and hoodie would suffice. Grabbing his keys, bag, a mouth of juice and an apple which he shoved into his mouth he ran out, into his car and sped off.

Despite running every red light and breaking the speed limit, he was ten minutes late before he even got to class. The teacher, well used to it, just wrote him a slip telling him he needn't bother trying to think of a reason today, he would learn more if he could just get on with the class.
Most of his time was spent attempting to look somewhat less of a mess and figuring out what homework he hadn't done, not that he could do anything about it.
After, in the halls, he could already hear the 'whisperings' of the rumours as to why he had been late mostly consisting of many ways he had supposedly offed himself. After all, why shouldn't he kill himself?
He was well used to it by now.

It was when he saw her, looking pristine and perfect, almost no trace of last night, with Sora's arm slung over her, that he felt bad. Even though he knew that she wasn't really the preppy bundle of joy she appeared, he saw the little things, small neon stains from broken glowsticks, near invisible purple circles under her eyes, the empty smiles, all the little lies that made her who she was, that separated her from the people she was supposedly closest to, he still felt like he was the dirty little secret.

But lunch always comes eventually, the best part of an hour where you can actually be around friends, however few you have, and even fool around behind a wall or an out building on a good day. Today was a good day.

"Hey! Namine, you coming over to Selphie's to hang out?"
"Oh, um, hey Kairi. I can't today, my parents are making me study, they say I've got to pull up my grades if I want to keep hanging out."
"But you never hang out after school, you're always doing something else."
"Yeah, Kairi's right Nam, There's always a project or a test or a club or some family event."
He's getting into his car just a little ways off, she can see him over Selphie's shoulder. She's impatient, in her mind he's already pushing her against his bedroom wall and crashing his lips onto hers.
"And then there's him."
Seeing where she was looking, and the look in her eyes, the two girls glanced at each other.
"Yeah Namine, we know that you guys have been friends since, forever, but people are starting to talk."
That got her attention.
"What people? What are they saying?"
"Forget it, listen, we gotta go, call me later, kay?"
"Alright, bye guys"
Getting in her own car, turning on the ignition, she noticed his was already gone. She put the conversation out of her mind and rushed over to his house.

Part one of four for St. Valentine's Day, or if you prefer, single-people awareness day haha
Thanks x