Dancing

Okay, in honor of the Sadie Hawkin's dance that's this friday for me, and me bothering Ladyofthetea for an idea, we get this. Anyway, this is quite short, due to lack of time. Hope you enjoy this one, it was pretty fun to write. Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, faved, and followed. You're all amazing.

"Okay, no that's not- ow."

"What did I do?"

Somehow, you stepped on my knee."

"Why is your knee way down by my feet?"

"Shut it- OW! Would you stop that?"

"What? What am I doing wrong?"

"You're tripping me!"

"Not on purpose!"

"Okay, just stop."

"Don't be such a schoob. Just dance."

"This is not dancing. This is walking and I don't know how you're messing up so much."
"Wow, that was rude, Dragon Breath."
"Okay, that was one time."

"And the whole cabin nearly died."

"Pshh- details, details."
"Guys, you need to stop. People are staring and listening."

"What, like you, Fenton?"
"Well you're kinda yelling, it's hard not to listen."

"Oh." Jake and Randy looked at the floor in embarrassment, until Randy stepped on Jake again.

"Dude, you're going to give me a bruise. I'm out." Jake huffed and walked off to the side of the mess hall-turned- dance hall, sitting down on a flimsy beige folding chair and crossing his arms.

Danny was barely stifling his laughter as he and his assigned partner, Patsy, glided gracefully around the pouting Randy.

Patsy smiled at the scene and chuckled at Randy's expense. "You must be a terrible dancer, Fluffy."

"I am not, Jake's just really short." Patsy laughed again and looked at Randy with an 'are-you-actually-serious?' look on her face.

"Do you even see who I'm dancing with. Dude, I'm 5'3". Casper here is, like, what? 6'4" ?"

Randy stared blankly at her and looked up at Danny.

"How much shorter is Jake than me?"

"Not even a foot. Like, five inches."

"When did you even learn how to dance?"

"I don't know, years ago?"

"Teach me."

"Wha- I don't-"

"I will pay you. I will give you money."

Danny pondered this a moment before he smiled evilly.

"Alright, how much money are we talking?" Randy paused and thought for a moment before replying.

"10$."

"An hour?"
"It's going to take more than one?"

"If you want to learn how to dance well."

Randy looked over at Jake, who had gotten punch and was chugging his fifth cup, and he nodded."
"C'mon, Teach. Let's go."