Dancing
AN: I wrote a thing.
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: If I owned Supah Ninjas (which I don't), I probably would've had more dancing, specifically Owen dancing.
Owen danced and pranced and skipped and leaped and flitted and bopped and twirled and whirled and flowed and swayed and twisted and wiggled and shimmied and shook and boogied and jived and frolicked and bumped and banged and thudded and crashed.
Mike and Amanda stepped up to the entrance of Owen's house.
"Why did we choose Owen's place for actual studying again?"
"The food, Amanda. The food." Mike replied.
"Oh yeah," Amanda grinned.
Mike tried the door handle.
"It's open," he said.
They both stepped in and stared at the scene before them. Loud ballet was playing in the background as the incredibly klutzy Owen tried to dance. The entire scene was horrifying.
"We are NEVER entering his place without knocking ever again." Mike said slowly while backing away.
"Agreed."
AN: Sorry, I would've uploaded this sooner but camp and stuff. Also, thanks so much to my reviewers! :D Any ideas would be great, maybe just a prompt word or something? :) Plus, I want to know if my readers would prefer happy endings or sad endings. I can write both but I would like to know which you would prefer reading. Until next time, byee! :)
