Alex: I love pinball. Pinball is fun!
Me: Okay.
Alex: Noooooooooo!
Me: I'm sorry.
Alex: It's okay. -sadness-
Max: You guys are pretty effing crazy.
Me: And?
Fang stood about ten feet away from Dylan. He clenched and unclenched his fists. "I'm done with this crap. Let's settle this as men."
Dylan nodded and snapped his fingers and music came blaring out of no where in particular. "Yo! check it out, I've got a plan. Here's my intention." Dylan raked his fingers through his hair nervously. "Wrong song," He muttered before snapping again. A more appropriate song for bashing in faces came on.
"Good choice," Fang commented.
Dylan beamed. "Thanks!"
All friendliness disappeared between them. "Okay. You want my girl? You're going to have to fight for her. "Let's dance, clone boy."
Dylan cracked his knuckles and shed his stylish leather jacket. Dylan smiled and did a double pirouette and came out of it with a pencil turn. When he stopped he posed and pointed at Fang. "Your turn," He said cockily.
Resisting the urge to burst out laughing, Fang smirk at him. "Not that kind of dancing, asshat." He sneered before punching Dylan in the jaw with all him might.
Dylan's jaw cracked and he went flying back. As he hit the hard pavement, he let out a whine and glared up at Dylan. "But-"
Fang shrugged. "All is fair in love and war." He stated before spinning on his heel and disappearing.
Me: -pictures Dylan doing pirouette- -bursts out laughing-
Alex: -reads- -bursts out laughing-
Me: What can you expect? We're dancers.
Max: Wow.
Me: If you think you know the song, click that little cute button and tell me what song you think it is. Or just click the button anyway...
Me&Max&Alex