Just Dance
Chapter Two
"I'm not going," Edgar says as he pushes open the front door to the comic store.
"Yes you are," Sam replies. "I will make you go if I have to."
"You couldn't make me do anything."
Sam considers this. Yes, Edgar is probably right. "But that girl asked you to go, so you have to."
"No she didn't; you and that other girl did. Plus, I am not going to some stupid dance with a girl that is delusional enough to think vampires are actually cool." Edgar shudders at the thought. Some days he believes that the human race cannot get any more foolish than it already is, but then some other ignorant person comes along and proves him wrong. It is such a disheartening and frustrating feeling.
"You're going too," Sam says to Alan. Alan shakes his head as he grabs a comic book and slides onto the counter. "Come on guys! It's not going to be that bad. It's not like it's going to kill you or anything."
"You don't know that," Edgar says. "What if all the vampires in Santa Carla take advantage of our absence and join together in some super fucked up vampire army to attack the people of Santa Carla while we are trapped a fucking school dance?"
Sam blinks. "I doubt that is going to happen. I think Santa Carla can handle one night without you guys. And by the way, you probably should not do the vampire talk. I am not sure if you have noticed, but it kind of weirds people out."
"They should be grateful that we are even protecting their ignorant asses."
Sam shakes his head. "We have a lot of work to do before next week."
"Work?" Alan asks, looking up from the comic.
"Yes! I mean, no offence, guys, but you can't go out looking and acting like Rambo."
Edgar snorts. "So now we are supposed to take fashion advice from you?"
"Well, you are going to have to dress up a little."
"No."
"There are the only clothes we have," Alan adds as he turns a page.
"Then we are going to have to go shopping."
"No!" Edgar exclaims, poking a finger at Sam's face. "No shopping, no dressing up and no dance!"
"Uh- are you guys alright?"
The three boys turn to see who had spoken. They see Michael and Star walking through the store looking a little alarmed but over all amused. "I'm trying to make him go to the dance next week," Sam explains.
"So you asked Edgar to a dance?" Michael says as he walks into the store, stopping next to the counter. Star takes the place next to him, trying to resist the urge to smile.
"No! I'm going with this Cristey girl. Some girl asked Alan so we're making Edgar go with one of her friends."
"Way to go, bud," Michael says poking Alan in the arm. Alan slowly turns his head to him and scowls.
"I'm not going," Edgar announces again.
"Yes you are," Sam says. "You are going to go and I will help you so you don't look like such an idiot around girls."
"Because you know so much about girls, Sammy," Michael says, grinning at his little brother.
"Well, yeah! Probably as much as you do!"
Star places a hand over her mouth to help muffle her growing fit of giggles. Michael raises an eyebrow. "You better not."
"You teach them then," Sam says. "Since you know about girls so much."
Michael looks at the two Frog brothers staring with their solemn expressions, waiting for him to reply. Are they even teachable, he wonders. "Uh, I don't know. You seemed like you wanted to, Sammy; I think you can handle it."
"Yeah Michael," Star says with a hint of laughter in her voice. "Let's see you teach."
"I don't even know what you want me to say."
"You could start with dancing etiquette," Star offers, "since it is a dance and all."
"I am not dancing," Alan says.
"But it's fun!"
"No."
"Yes," Sam says, grinning as a new plot hatches in his mind. He walks over to Alan and grabs onto his friends wrists, trying to pull him off of the counter. "Dance with Alan, Mike."
"I'm not dancing," Alan says again as he struggles against Sam. God, that scrawny little fashion victim is stronger than he looks.
Edgar quickly joins the struggle and also grabs onto Alan helping aid Sam in the attempt to humiliate his brother. "Quit being such a baby."
"What the hell are you doing?" Alan growls. He is no match for the both of them; Edgar and Sam succeed with getting him off of the counter. "You are supposed to be on my side."
"Not when it is your fault that we're in this mess."
The two push Alan up to Michael. "Alright, Mike; teach him how to dance!" Sam says, satisfied that his plans are going well for once.
Michael looks at Alan unsure of what to do. "Is he going to bite me or something?"
"Nah! Don't let that angry face fool you; he's practically harmless!"
"Oh, we need music!" Star exclaims. "Do you guys have a radio?" Edgar points to the radio sitting next to the television. Star hurries over and turns it on. She flips through the stations, finally deciding on one that is playing a power ballad. Michael grins at Alan as he takes one of his hands and wraps an arm around the boy's waist. Alan feels his face starting to go red at the awkwardness of the situation. He is never going to survive this week.
"Hey now!" Sam says, pushing Alan and Michael further apart. "You can't be that close on your first date. You don't want to be so easy, Alan." Alan clenches his jaw, feeling more than ready to attack his friend. Edgar laughs at his brother's despair and only continues to do so more when Alan shoots him a glare.
Star giggles as she watches her boyfriend glide the young teen across the floor in an almost exaggerated manner. Alan stumbles a bit and tries his best to keep his focus on something else. This is quite possibly the worst day of his life. "Michael, you are being a terrible date," Star says. "You haven't even complimented him yet."
"Yeah, Mike," Sam says. "Where are your manners?"
"I'm sorry," Michael says. He looks down and laughs at Alan's obvious discomfort, finding it amusing to see the boy looking something rather than solemn."Um- you have nice eyes."
"You can do better than that!"
"Make sure you guys compliment the girl's dress," Star says. "Even if you don't like it."
"Can we stop now?" Alan mumbles.
"Nope!" Sam says. He turns the dial, trying to find a new channel now that the song has ended and commercials play instead. "You are going to need a lot more than one lesson." He looks over at Edgar, who is still grinning like a mad man. That's not fair, Sam says to himself; Edgar needs to suffer with his brother. "Don't think you are off the hook, Eddie! Star, would you like to be his partner?"
"Sure!"
Edgar's smile quickly vanishes as Star steps up to him and takes his hand. "Here," she says, grabbing the other arm and putting it around her waist. Edgar begins to blush as Star smiles at him.
"Aren't you two such a cute couple," Sam teases him. "Say something nice to her."
"Sam-."
"Come on, Edgar; the lady is waiting!"
Edgar mumbles out a sentence.
"What was that? You're going to have to speak a little more clearly, bud."
"I, um. I- I like your hair," he manages to stammer out. Sam laughs, clearly enjoying tormenting his friends. Even if he cannot force them to go to the actual event, having the opportunity to torture them like this was just as good.
Star giggles. "Why thank you! You are such a little gentleman. Michael, I think you have some competition now."
Michael glances over at the two and smirks. "I don't know," he says. "I may have to ditch you for Alan after this."
"Alright, we can stop now," Alan says, pulling away. This is getting a little too much awkward for him to handle.
"You can't quit yet!" Sam exclaims. "You guys need to be ready for Eileen and whatever her name is. Edgar, what's that girl's name again?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"You don't even know your date's name?" Star asks.
"You are probably going to want to find that out," Michael adds.
Edgar scowls. "She is not my date and I am not going to any stupid dance."
"That's too bad," Star says in a tone mocking disappointment. "You're a pretty good dancer."
Edgar blushes again. "We can stop now."
"Fine," Sam says. He walks over and turns off the radio. "We will continue our lessons after a break."
"Thanks, bud," Michael says, patting Alan on the back. Alan turns to Sam and shoots him a glare; he will kill Sam Emerson is this continues.
"I'm still not going to that dance," Edgar says. "Especially after this. Now leave; we are trying to run a business here."
"What if I want to buy something?" Sam asks.
"You never buy anything. All you do is get your grubby finger prints all over our merchandise and annoy us with your immature shenanigans."
Sam laughs to himself; shenanigans. "But we have so much left to go over! We still have to work on small talk that does not involve vampires and clothes and finding out your date's name-."
"No," Edgar says as he begins to push Sam out of the store. "No lessons. No shopping. No stupid girls and no dances. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"But, Edgar," Sam begins to say, his smile still plastered to his face. "You have got to know these things!"
"No I don't. "Edgar finally gets his friend out of the store. Star and Michael follow, both grinning at the situation. "Now leave!"
"Fine," Sam says pretending to be upset. "I will leave and let you cool off, but I will be back and you will dance."
"No," Edgar says, sharply turning away and walking back into the store.
Alan watches as the three walk out of sight. "Maybe we should lock the door."
Edgar glances at his brother. "You know this whole thing is entirely your fault."
"My fault?"
"Yeah, if you didn't tell that girl yes then I-."
"If I remember correctly you were right up there with Sam trying to make me go," Alan says, walking over to his brother. "I was going to say no, but you just had to intervene. If you didn't we would not have to listen to Sam."
"It's still your fault."
The brothers glare at each other, and for a moment they feel ready to attack each other. "Maybe we should blame Sam," Alan offers. "He's the one that is excited about that dance."
Edgar considers this. Blame Sam? Yes, that is a good idea. "We should beat him up."
"That wouldn't be very fair. Plus, he's our friend."
"Have you already forgotten what he just made us do?" Edgar asks. "He made you dance with Michael; friends do not do that to each other."
Alan knows that his brother is right. Damn Sam and his stupid lessons. "I guess we can get him back later."
"Let's do it before the dance so he hates us enough to not care if we go or not."
"That will probably make him try harder."
Edgar sighs. "I'm still not going."
"Me neither."
"So what should we do?"
"Hide?" Alan suggests.
Edgar shakes his head. No; bad-ass vampire hunters do not hide from anything, not even crappy, childish high school dances. "We'll figure a way out," he says. "I mean, we are against Sammy; how hard can it be to beat him?"
Alan nods. "Can we still lock the door, or at least guard it? Just in case they come back?"
"Sure."
Well now, wasn't that fun? It is a little short for a chapter, at least shorter than I usually prefer, but oh well! This may actually turn out a bit longer than I had previously expected; only by a chapter or two, though. Let's just hope that Sam will be able to get them to the dance without getting killed! Or that the Frog brothers survive this processes without going crazy. Yay for dances!
