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Chapter Three

POV Billy

Johnny's Type

"Hi!" A girl's voice exclaimed as I attempted to make my way across the bridge with three ridiculously heavy watermelons. Trying was the key word there. God, why did the staff party even need Watermelons? Let's get food, they'd said. Just bring some Watermelon, they'd said. And since it was my turn, I'd gotten saddled with the duty of bringing the Watermelons.

I look over my shoulder so quick you'd think I'd just received an electric shock. Oh, Crap. It was that guest girl. Baby, the nice one, with the pretty Sister, Lisa. "How'd you get here?" I ask in slight fear mixed with amazement. If Max caught me with Baby, I was screwed. Guests weren't allowed over here, a stern voice said in my head, one that sounded suspiciously like Johnny's.

"I was taking a walk," Baby answered nonchalantly.

"Go back," I answered immediately.

"Let me help you," The girl insisted, grabbing one of the three Watermelons before I could stop her. She really was nice, wasn't she? It really seemed like Baby only wanted to help, but if she stayed, and someone found out, I could get in serious trouble.

"No," I spat. She needed to get out of here now, not stay longer!

"What's up there?" She wondered, looking up at the room where the party was going on, eyes innocent and filled with curiosity, like that of a child's. Or, a baby. Dryly, I wonder if that was where her nickname came from.

"No guests allowed," I answered sharply. "House rules. Look, why don't you go back to the Play House?" That was what nice girls did. They behaved, adhered to rules, didn't hang around the dirty dancing house with the poor kids.

"I saw you dancing with the little bossman," I recall. Most of the girls, and the bossman himself, thought that Neil was a big prize. The staff really didn't get the appeal. Hoping to further push her into leaving, I swayed while attempting to hum the Foxtrot they'd been dancing to.

This appeared to be the last straw for Baby, because when I suggested that she went back to Neil, she immediately put the Watermelon back on the stack and turned away from me, as if saying, Fine. If you don't want my company, I'll take it elsewhere.

Crap. She really had just wanted to help, hadn't she? My arms protested greatly at the added weight. The Watermelons were heavy, and I really shouldn't be carrying three, my brain said. Besides, Baby was willing, and I didn't believe she'd rat me out to Max. "Can you keep a secret?" I choke out. Baby turned around and took back her Melon, smirking lightly, as though she'd suspected what would happen. "Your Parents would kill you," I informed her, adjusting my stance to the lighter load. "Max would kill me," I mutter, especially with this guest, the youngest Daughter of his personal guest.

At the doors of the storage facility, I can already hear the music going, specifically Do You Love Me? Gleefully, I press my back into the doors, and then struggle to maintain my hold on the heavy fruit. The first sight I was greeted with was the familiar sight of staff members gyrating on the dance floor.

"Where'd they learn to do that?" Baby wondered, gaping at the dancers. I bet she'd never seen this much contact between people before. Max's parties were always pretty bland, and If I had to guess, she didn't see a lot of dancing at home.

I shook my head after glancing at Baby, who still hadn't collected herself. "Where?" I repeat. Never really thought about that. It just sort of happened. "I don't know. Kids are doing it in their basements back home. Wanna try it?" I smirk, mimicking their motions as I held the two heavy Watermelons.

Baby shook her head immediately. I doubted it was because she thought she was above doing such things. Personally, I think she was scared. Baby probably didn't have a lot of experience dancing, especially not this type. "Come on, Baby," I laugh, grinning joyfully. I really hoped that one day she'd come out of her shell enough to try this type of stuff. But now, she didn't know what she was missing out on.

I weave my way through the crowd, Baby behind me. Those glares were for both of us, but it wasn't as if Baby would know that. I was getting looks of, Oh, great, who brought the snobby guest Daughter here? Thanks, Billy, now all our jobs are on the line. Thankfully, no one actually confronted me. I didn't feel like getting into this now, especially since I was really going to get it from Johnny later.

After setting the Watermelons down on the floor, I take my seat on a lone barstool at the back of the room, with Baby standing beside me. Baby, looking a little warm from the heat of the room, slipped off her big, pale blue cardigan and set it down on the cleanest patch of floor she could find. "Can you imagine dancing like this on the main floor? Home of the family Foxtrot?" I snorted. I could picture the scandal on Max's face. He'd never allow it, much to Johnny's chagrin. "Max would close the place down first,"

A chorus of excited cheers rose from the crowd, particularly the ones nearest the door, signifying my Cousin's entrance. A lot of the staff kids, barring the Waiters, mind you, loved Johnny. The feeling wasn't necessarily mutual, as Johnny really only associated with Penny and I. Yet they loved him anyway. He was Johnny, good looking, charming, charismatic. He could do no wrong to the staff.

Somebody passed Johnny a bottle, and I saw him take a drink, quickly handing it back to the owner, and dropping his jacket at the entrance way. With no amount of grace wasted, he and Penny dance out to the center of the floor, and began putting on their own show.

Baby was positively captivated by it all. Each motion, shake, twirl, or otherwise drew her attention, like a kid in a candy shop. I did, however, notice her eyes lingering particularly long on Johnny, curiosity filling them. He intrigued her. She'd probably never seen someone like him before, I thought, watching my Cousin fall back into the arms of the adoring crowd, rocking his hips with a smirk. "That's my Cousin," I informed her, pointing in his direction, "Johnny Castle. He got me the job here."

"They look great together," Was her only response. Baby couldn't seem to tear her eyes as away from Johnny. I guess she had a crush on him. Most of the girls here had, at some point or another.

"Yeah," I agreed, "You'd think they were a couple, wouldn't you?" Johnny might never go out with her, but you couldn't be sure. Sure she was a guest, but he could be spontaneous, and he hadn't had a real girl in a long time. Baby might be exactly what he needed, whether or not he knew it. What was the harm in giving the girl a bit of hope?

"Oh, aren't they?" Baby questioned, her curiosity peaking. It wasn't very surprising that she'd think that; it looked like they slept together based on how they danced, and she certainly wouldn't be the first to think that. But all you had to do to get that their relationship was purely platonic was spend five minutes with them. Those two were more like Siblings than anything else.

"Nah," I shook my head. "Not since we were kids,"

After a few more minutes of those two showing off, the song changed to one called Love Man. Johnny bounced from partner to partner for a few seconds, and then jumped, literally, right into my conversation with Baby.

"Yo, Cuz," He said stiffly. Johnny nodded at Baby, who appeared to have been frozen to the floor. "What's she doing here?" I almost thought Baby was going to pass out then and there. Johnny was ridiculously good looking. It wasn't even fair to the rest of us, and the girls. Especially Baby, having to take all that in at once.

But I didn't like Baby in that way. My sights were set on Lisa. If there was anyone here who needed Baby, it was Johnny. For all I know, Baby could be Johnny's type.

Did Johnny even have a type?

"She came with me. She's with me," I grin. Truly, it was a miracle she'd come here. Guests who would were few and far between.

"I carried a Watermelon," Was all that Baby seemed to be able to say in explanation. I laugh a bit at her expression. She was greatly preoccupied with staring at Johnny, both intrigued and attracted at the same time, if I had to guess. She was so preoccupied, that Baby appeared to be a little confused as to how she got here in the first place.

Johnny looked at me, this icy look he had that said, Whatever happens, you brought it on yourself. We all knew the dangers of socializing with guests, but Johnny always took it the most seriously, since Max and Neil had seemed to have it out for him since the day he got here. Neil was just looking for a reason to have Johnny fired. Without another word, Johnny turned his back on us and danced away, as if our conversation had never occurred.

I glance at Baby, and shrug. Johnny could just be like that sometimes, I knew. But he could also be really great, one you got to know him. "I carried a Watermelon?" Baby muttered, furious at herself for saying something like that. I personally thought it was a little cute, seeing how flustered Johnny made her.

Baby and I watched as Johnny and Penny stepped down the columns of dancers, not a bit of their truly enviable talent being wasted. Sometimes, I really wished I could move like Johnny. I wasn't a bad dancer, but I was nowhere near the caliber he was at. Women practically fell into his lap, and he didn't even want them most of the time.

It was then that I saw Johnny's eyes land on Baby, who was bouncing a bit to the beat. A gleam of mischief filled his eyes, and he shuffled over to her, smiling wickedly. Baby looked terrified. Which was when I knew what he was going to do- take her out to the floor, and show her how to dance dirty.

Baby looked at me, pleading for help. I could tell she liked Johnny, but right now all she wanted to do was save herself from embarrassment. Still wearing his evil grin, Johnny took both of Baby's hands in his, and lead her to the center of the floor.

My God, was it possible she was Johnny's type?

I'd never really known him to have a type. In this place, the women came to him, he didn't really choose to be with them. In fact, it was pretty much like that when he was in high school, too. Johnny never expressed interest in dating the staff girls, and off the clock, I'd never seen him go up to a guest, and drag them out to the floor for a dance. Certainly not this type of dancing. Baby was the first, I thought as she looked back at me, still afraid to dance. I shrugged.

He thought she was special, I realized. Johnny had to, for him to ask her to dance when he didn't have to. Maybe he was curious, maybe he thought it would be fun to dance with one of the Daughters like this, corrupting them in his own way. But something about Baby Houseman had intrigued Johnny.

Baby stood there awkwardly as Johnny bent his knees, and then pointed at hers, asking her to do the same. But she didn't, and just stood there in confusion, so eventually, my Cousin just pressured her shoulders enough that it would make her bend her knees. And then he rocked his hips. Baby followed his lead, somewhat awkwardly albeit, but followed nonetheless.

Baby looked around her at the other dancers in awe, but Johnny pulled her attention back to him, gesturing to his eyes. While she continued to move, her dancing got better, smoother, more like what the people around her were doing. Johnny pulled her close for a few moments, but then stepped back, and showed her a different motion, which began just as awkwardly as the last one. Eventually, though, she started getting that one two, but when Johnny started drawing closer to her again, she faltered, and he backed off again.

Johnny put both hands gently on her hips, far more determined to get this right than with any other guest I'd seen him dance with. Slowly, he came closer to Baby. And closer, and closer, until their bodies were pressed against one another's on the dance floor. With a grin, Johnny pulled Baby's arms around his neck. She smiled up at him, hopelessly infatuated. Johnny mouthed along to the lyrics of the song, happier than I'd seen him in a long time.

I'll be damned. Baby was Johnny's type.

Johnny dipped her gracefully, Baby not faltering in his arms for a moment, while still mouthing along to the words. Baby grinned, and her arms slipped back around my Cousin's neck, clinging to him. His arms wrapped around her waist as the final few noted of the song rang out. A cheer erupted from the crowd as the song finished, and Johnny twirled Baby around, walking off into the crowd. By the time she stopped spinning, he was gone, and she was all alone.

"How's your girlfriend?" I teased Johnny on our way out of the party.

"She's not my girlfriend, Billy," Johnny answered decisively. "And as I recall, you were the one who brought her here- risking your job, might I add." I heard the part he didn't say, that he was the one who got me that job, and that I shouldn't be so careless with someone like Max watching over our heads.

"If you thought she was such a big risk," I retort, "You would never have danced with her tonight. Would you?" Johnny was silent for a long time, not yet willing to admit that I'm right. He probably wasn't even aware of it yet, but a girl like Baby was exactly what Johnny needed in his life. Hell, right now, Johnny would probably swear that a girl was the last thing he needed.

"It doesn't matter," Johnny dismissed me. "Just don't do it again. You know what happens if Max finds out we had one of the Daughters playing around at the staff party."

"You like her?" I wonder, not quite sure if I intended that as a question or as a statement. Johnny looked back at me with a cool, controlled look that I thought looked a little sad. And then he said exactly five words.

"Billy, I can't like her,"

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