"When Ms. Marvell decides to join the class we may begin the lesson." A brunette teacher stared sternly at a day-dreaming bluenette in the corner of a high school classroom.
Wendy blushed deeply at the comment and faced her teacher before opening her textbook. "Sorry Ms. Evergreen! It won't happen again!"
"It had better not or you will be enjoying Saturday detention this weekend." The brunette continued to lecture the class until the bell rang for lunch.
"You have until Friday to complete the assigned book report, class is dismissed." With that the strict woman started typing on her computer, probably another death assignment, Wendy thought as she gathered her things to leave.
"Hey, Wendy! You should probably stop day-dreaming in class ya know. It keeps getting you into trouble!" A pinkette flounced from her seat at the front of their small humid homeroom.
Just as she finished talking, Wendy tripped and landed face first on the ground with all her belongings spilling everywhere.
"Ugh… now I have to clean this up and we're going to be late!" Wendy whined to Chelia. The bluenette got her stuff together and took her friends hand to shove their way through the crowds gathering the outdoor lunch area.
Making their way through the crowds to their regular seats only to find them already occupied by someone else.
Juliet Straight with all her popular friends had just decided to sit in another spot that day and that other spot just so happened to be her rival, Wendy Marvell. Juliet turned around to see the two juniors staring at them with steam coming out of their ears and angry glares on their faces.
"Oh! Hello there Wendy! Is it okay if we sit here today? Thanks!" And with that the redhead turned back around and started chattering about nonsense with her 'friends'.
"Oh sure, thanks for asking.." Chelia muttered under her breath before turning on her heel to face her best friend.
"Since Little Miss Perfect is sitting here, why don't we go to the roof! Nobody is up there since the seniors don't have to come back to school for the last week and the green team only goes up on Wednesdays."
Wendy was already racing to the stairs with her pink haired friend not far behind. The bluenette pulled her phone out when they reached the top of the stairs and wiggled it at Chelia.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" The two juniors giggled and Wendy started playing a familiar tune from her music playlist. Chelia grabbed her bestie's arm and pulled her to one of the benches in the open area. Wendy started stomping her beat and snapping her fingers to the beat. The pinkette danced around Wendy and helped her with backup vocals now and then.
Don't think about it
Just move your body
Listen to the music
Sing, oh, ey, oh
Just move those left feet
Go ahead, get crazy
Anyone can do it
Sing, oh, ey, oh
Show the world you've got that fire (fire)
Feel the rhythm getting louder
Show the room what you can do
Prove to them you got the moves
I don't know about you,
But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
And we can do this together
I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah
When you finally let go
And you slay that solo
'Cause you listen to the music
Sing, oh, ey, oh
'Cause you're confident, babe
And you make your hips sway
We knew that you could do it
Sing, oh, ey, oh
Show the world you've got that fire (fire, baby)
Feel the rhythm getting louder
Show the room what you can do
Prove to them you got the moves
I don't know about you,
But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
And we can do this together
I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah
I feel better when I'm dancing
I'm better when I'm dancing, aye, oh ey oh
Feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah,
Don't you know
We can do this together
Bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah
I feel better when I'm dancing
I'm better when I'm dancing, hey
Feel better when I'm, yeah, yeah
The two teens broke down into a fit of laughter when the song ended but their laughter was quickly cut short when the next bell rang, signaling that lunch had ended for the juniors and they had to be in 4th period in five minutes.
"Crap!" Wendy and Chelia said in unison and grabbed their untouched lunches to run down the stairs to their next class.
"Cut!"
A camera stopped rolling and attendants started to move around the scene as a dark purple haired teen walked off the staged area to get some water and watch what he just did.
"Romeo!" The teen looked around until he spotted an older man with blue hair waving and trotting over to him.
"Hey dad! How ya doing?" Romeo questioned.
"That was amazing son! I'm so proud of you!" The man completely ignoring his question.
"Well, I have two more scenes to roll through until we can pack and leave for Florida so will I meet you at the house or are you gonna stick around and drive me through that wolf-pack outside the gates?" Romeo half joked and glanced at the yelling director of his latest movie before walking over to him.
Romeo's dad called over his shoulder before leaving as well, "I'm gonna let your uber take care of that! Bye son."
"Bye dad!" The teen called and didn't look back as he tried to calm his director enough to take the next scene.
Romeo finally finished his two scenes and was driving back to his house, okay more like mansion, with his personal uber, Wakaba, whom he had grown close to over the years nd now called him a second father.
"How was the director today kid?" The man questioned through his cigarette. "Was he as grumpy as ever?"
Romeo laughed at his friend and answered truthfully. "I think he had a hornet's nest in his bed last night because he was all over everybody today."
They rounded a corner just to almost run into a pack of screaming girls. Wakaba stepped on the brake and just barely missed hitting one of them. He rolled down the window and screamed at them to move but none of them did, all chanting for Romeo. This of course attracted more girls to join the growing mob.
"Alright kid, this is what we're gonna do. I'm gonna inch forward little by little until there are just a couple in the way and then I'm gonna press the break really fast so you gotta be in here by then or else I'm leaving ya. Got it? Good." With that, the brunette opened the car door by Romeo and pushed him out before closing the door behind him.
"Wakaba! What are you doi-" The dark haired teen was cut off by screams and covered by girls jumping all over him, literally. He had to give them autographs, pictures, hugs, one girls asked for a kiss and he automatically rejected because he wanted his first kiss to be special.
You would think that a famous boy like him would have had his first kiss but he hadn't and he liked it that way. Until, of course, the day he meets his love. Romeo Conbolt believed in love at first sight. His dad thought he was crazy but Wakaba also believed that so he supported him. This was one of the many reasons why Romeo thought of the smoker as his second dad.
The harassing continued until Wakaba had finally made it to the edge of the crowd and opened the door just enough for a small person like Romeo to get in.
The teen got it so fast nobody knew where he had gone until they saw a black uber car driving away.
Back at his house, finally, Romeo was able to relax and start packing for his vacation to Hollywood, Florida. He was super excited because he rarely ever got out anymore thanks to his acting career but his manager had let him off for the whole summer and he was leaving tomorrow!
The only reason his manager had been nice enough to was to give him time away was so that the director could have time to out the movie together and get it ready for publishing that fall. He had a couple more scenes to perfect but other than that it was done.
Romeo hopped off of his bed and went to his closet to start packing. He only needed essentials like shorts, pants, shirts, vests, and undergarments but his dad on the other hand…
Macao was a person who loved overpacking and usually couldn't fit his bag in normal planes cargo area but since they were taking their private jet he could take anything he wanted and he wasn't letting that go to waste.
Having his bag packed Romeo changed into something more comfortable than his stage area suit and tie. The teen threw on cargo shorts with his classic open sleeveless vest with sneakers and even though it was only a week from summer he put on a scarf just because he could.
"Dad! I'm packed, you wanna go get dinner?" Romeo called down the stairs to his dad's room.
"Yeah! I just gotta get all the bathroom stuff and then we can go!" the blue haired man yelled back.
Ten minutes later Macao had packed everything and set it by the stairs with Romeo's single suitcase.
"Are you sure you're gonna have enough stuff Romeo?" Eyeing his own seven bags next to his son's one bag.
"Don't worry dad. I have everything I need… including a swimsuit and undergarments." Romeo cut his dad off before he could call out a checklist. He was sitting on the couch in their enormous living area waiting for his dad to be done.
"Well, I'm ready so let's go. I wanna go to Hollywood Burger and I already set directions on the car's gps to it so we're going." Romeo called over his shoulder and walked to the garage.
Macao shook his head. "You act just like your mother sometimes…" he followed his son out of the house and had a great dinner before heading back home and going to bed to get ready for tomorrow.