Request by Blue eyed titan99.
IMPORTANT BEFORE YOU START: This story is set in modern times. So, it doesn't take place in the 1960s. There will be more advanced technology and modern songs. Characters are also a bit OOC. This is also a new format of writing for me. I haven't written a story like this before, so it might be a bit awkward. Also, you might feel some secondhand embarrassment. Seriously. I want you to feel that secondhand embarrassment. You're welcome. :)
PLEASE WATCH THE DANCE VIDEOS IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT MOVES I AM REFERRING TO IN THE ONE-SHOT!
Songs used: P!nk—What About Us (Brian Friedman Choreography) ; Jeremih—Birthday Sex (Nicole Kirkland Choreography)
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For an average onlooker, there was nothing more going on in the dance room than the twisting of bodies that were moving almost in sync with one another with sweat glistening over their skin. Inside, though, it was a whole other experience. Although, an observer was able to follow along with the graceful movements due to the blaring music that was produced from the speakers that were so loud that the room danced along to the song that was playing through vibrations. It was just different inside the dance room that was hidden away deep in the school.
A handful of people were inside the room, all behind Ponyboy Curtis. The young teenager moved along with the song with stunning precision. His bare feet slid and padded against the cool, wood flooring. His movements were powerful yet graceful like ocean waves. His eyes were trained on the large mirror that stretched across an entire wall, analyzing the dancers behind him.
"Hold on," Ponyboy suddenly called out, stopping his dancing. The people behind him stopped as well. He ran over to the monitor and shut off the song, "What About Us". The room became absolutely silent besides the heavy breathing from everyone there. "We're a bit shaky on one part."
He ran back to the front of the room, quickly practicing the troubled part a few times by himself without the music. He nodded once he had finished. "Okay, so for this spot… after the pirouette and roll, you need to go into a handstand." He demonstrated the series of moves but slower so that people wouldn't get lost.
"It's really hard to do that," a girl pointed out. "Holding ourselves up like that, I mean. It feels like my arms are going to snap off."
Ponyboy nodded, taking her words into consideration. He looked at every person there. "And is everyone having difficulty with it?"
The entire room murmured their agreement. Pony chewed on his bottom lip a bit. "Then we need an alternative move to replace it…" he muttered. He thought long and hard on it, testing multiple ways to do the part, before coming to a conclusion. "Okay, so instead of that, if you can't do it, go ahead and fake it. So, when it is time to go in the handstand, lift up your left leg up and straighten it. On your right leg, jump up with it bent and just instantly fall back down."
"Can you show us?" someone asked and Ponyboy did just that. He demonstrated it slowly one time, muscles flexing when he spun around on one foot and when he jumped up with his hands planted on the ground. He huffed out in satisfaction when he stood back up again.
"We're going to do it together now. We'll be starting from the pirouette." Everyone went into position. "Okay, so, five, six, seven, eight."
The group of teenagers followed along the best that they could, counting with Pony as they danced. They practiced the move again and again, going faster every time until they were dancing it perfectly.
When Ponyboy felt like it was enough, he turned the song off again. "Okay, time for the next section! This one requires a partner or multiple," he instructed. As people started to pair up, a lean but built male approached him. He smiled and Pony grinned back. His name was Jasper and he was his usual dance partner. They had been dancing as partners ever since Ponyboy joined the school's dance club in his freshman year. Jasper was one of the few people that Ponyboy completely trusted. Well, he had to trust him completely if he wanted to dance with him.
"Ready?" Jasper asked him.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Ponyboy teased, earning a chuckle from the other. He turned back to the club. "The next part is sort of based on what you're comfortable with. We're all going to be getting a bit close with our partner. If you don't want to do it, it's alright."
Ponyboy started to teach them the rest of the song. True to his words, the dance moves made a number of the dancers uncomfortable with how close they had to get. Ponyboy and Jasper were both demonstrating on the ground. They moved in close to each other, trust and emotion radiating off of them. They clung onto each other as if they thought they were never going to see each other again. The students were mesmerized, unable to process the individual dance moves because of how powerful everything was. They watched as the two held hands as if they were being ripped away from one another by an invisible force.
When they ended the dance, the room was silent once again. Eventually, one student started to clap, followed by everyone else.
"So," Ponyboy started, breathing hard. He swallowed his saliva to relieve the stinging of his dry throat. "Did you all get that?"
"Not at all," one of them answered honestly. Everyone else laughed.
Ponyboy sighed with a smile on his face. "Okay, I'll run through it again. After that, if any of you are up to it and feel like you're ready, we can do some recording."
The club danced rigorously and, before any of them knew it, they ran out of time for the day. Everyone started to pack up and leave the dance room with huge smiles on their faces. Ponyboy was as well, although he took his time to go. He slipped on his shoes before running to the monitor to turn everything off.
"Wouldn't having a Smartwatch be easier so you wouldn't be running around so much?" Jasper asked, dabbing the sweat away. He walked over to Ponyboy who just shrugged at him.
"Yeah, it would," Ponyboy replied.
"Then why don't you get one? You have enough money to buy one with being a YouTuber and all."
Ponyboy shook his head. His cheeks dusted in pink thinking about everyone's possible reaction to him being a dancer. Man, he wouldn't live it down. Especially if they watched his covers. There were some in there that he just didn't want them to discover. "You know I can't. My brothers would definitely be suspicious and do some digging. I can't let them know that I dance. It's too embarrassing!"
"Your brothers still don't know that you dance? You've been dancing for years! What about your friends? Do they know?"
"Only Johnny does. I want to keep it that way."
"Man, Johnny must be really amazed with you choreographing all of the dances for the club. Your dancing alone is amazing."
Ponyboy licked his chapped lips. He sheepishly smiled. "He doesn't even know that I am a choreographer. He just knows that I'm in the dance club. He promised not to tell anybody."
"Yeah, well… you're really great at it and I think everyone should know that. You have too much on your shoulders. You deserve the praise."
"Well… I'm just doing my job." Ponyboy picked up the camera, brandishing it to Jasper. "Anyway, I have to edit footage before I go back home. I need to upload a video by the end of the day."
Jasper hummed, nodding his head. "Well, good luck to that. I should get going and let you do that. Don't stay too late, okay?"
"Yeah, I won't. See you later, man."
"Bye."
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The next day at school was the same as any other day. Well, it would have been if Two-Bit and Steve weren't too observant.
Since he had uploaded the video, he had more attention on him that day. He usually already had many eyes on him, but everything was practically refreshed after the video. Even though they had just entered the school a few minutes ago, Ponyboy already had caught people talking about his new video. They all pointed fingers at him in awe. He tried his best to ignore it. It wasn't that hard. Pony was quite used to it.
The problem, though, that made him nervous, was Two-Bit, Steve, and Johnny being there.
"Why is everyone looking at us?" Two-Bit asked, looking all around the hallways.
"Probably because you look really ugly," Steve joked without missing a beat. He grinned and Two-Bit mirrored the expression.
"Hey!" Two-Bit cackled, elbowing Steve in the side. They laughed boisterously.
"Is this because you're a…" Johnny whispered and Ponyboy nodded before he could finish his sentence.
"I think so," Ponyboy answered, hands turning clammy. Oh, man, he hoped that they wouldn't try to figure out what the school was looking at. But, of course, luck wasn't on his side.
"This is so weird," Steve muttered. "What's on their phones and what does it have to do with us? Two-Bit, you didn't do something drunk, did you?"
"I'm always drunk."
The two continued to bicker. All Ponyboy wanted to do was run away and be forgotten.
"Well, I gotta get to class," Ponyboy nervously said. He put up a tight smile that made both Steve and Two-Bit raise an eyebrow. "See you guys later."
Before any of them could say anything, Ponyboy fled the hallway as fast as he could without turning more heads.
"That was weird," Steve commented. "Hey, Two-Bit, where're you going?"
When Johnny and Steve were watching Ponyboy run away, Two-Bit went over to a group of girls who were smiling widely at their phones. "What are you looking at?" he asked, looking over their shoulders. He was expecting them to be watching a music video or even talking about a meme or something. He was not, however, expecting to see a video with Ponyboy on there. His eyes widened in shock as he watched his friend dance to a P!nk song. "What is this?" He grabbed the phone from one of the girl's hands to get a closer look, but it was quickly snatched away. The girls shot him a dirty look.
"Don't you know? The dance club here is famous," one of the girls said.
Two-Bit heavily blinked his eyes in surprise. "Famous? Since when?"
"Since Ponyboy Curtis started a YouTube channel for it."
"Wait, Ponyboy has a YouTube channel? Did I hear that right? Ponyboy is a YouTuber?" Steve pressed, eyes wide with disbelief. He joined Two-Bit with Johnny. "Since when? Also, when did he start dancing? He's no dancer."
The girl only shrugged, walking away with her friends.
"Oh, we have got to check this out." Steve smirked as he pulled out his own phone. "What was the channel called?"
"I didn't look," Two-Bit admitted.
"I guess I'll have to check the school's website. They said that it was a club here." Steve started to look around on the school's website for the club page. Before he could get anywhere though, Johnny snatched the phone away, holding it away from his two friends. "Hey! What's the big deal, Johnny?"
"He doesn't really want anyone to know about this," Johnny replied, taking a few steps back. His puppy-like eyes narrowed, carefully watching his friends in case they tried to lunge at the phone.
"Wait, you knew about this?" Two-Bit asked incredulously.
Johnny nodded, lowering his guard down. His grip on the phone loosened up some. "Yeah, I found out about it and promised not to tell. Since you know, you guys shouldn't tell anybody either. So… Hey!"
While Johnny was talking, Steve ripped his phone out of the other's hand. He held it high above his head when Johnny tried to grab it back. The younger boy let out a frustrated huff, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to confiscate the phone because of the height difference. "No way!" Steve chuckled. "I'm definitely going to tell everyone else! This is too good!"
With that, Steve walked away, leaving Johnny feeling horrible. All he could think about is how he had betrayed his best friend even though he did nothing wrong. He tried the best that he could, but Steve was too persistent. He just hoped that Ponyboy wouldn't be mad at him later.
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"Guess what I found?" Steve called out when he reached the Curtis's house after school had finished. Everyone was there besides Ponyboy, who had "something to do after school." Two-Bit was grinning behind Steve while Johnny walked in with furrowed brows, looking troubled.
"What did you find?" Soda asked, popping his head out from the kitchen. He instantly noticed that Ponyboy wasn't there with them. He was sure that his little brother didn't have track practice. It was the wrong semester for that sport. "Where's Pony? He was supposed to come home with you."
If it was possible, Steve's smirk grew even more devious. "What I found has something to do with Ponyboy."
As if the very name was a cue point, Darry spoke up. "Pony? Did something happen to him?" Darry demand.
"Don't do it," Johnny pleaded Steve, but it was already too late. He was already brandishing his phone with a video pulled up on it.
"What is it?" Soda asked, coming closer to the screen for a better view.
"Just watch," Steve answered, pressing play.
The first thing that they saw on the screen was a dance room that was full of dancing teenagers. The screen then faded to only two people. They instantly recognized Ponyboy and gasped. They hadn't expected him to be on there whatsoever.
"Why is Ponyboy there?" Dally asked, speaking the question that was on their minds. Nobody answered, letting the video answer the question. When the dancing started, they were mesmerized, not able to tear their eyes away. Not only were they stunned that Ponyboy was there, but they have never seen him like this at all. His moves were powerful and graceful; so full of emotion that it gave all of them goosebumps.
"I didn't know that Pony danced," Soda mumbled under his breath, eyes wide.
"He's not bad."
"Wait, it says here that he choreographed this," Darry pointed out, gesturing to the title. Johnny let out a surprised gasp, focusing on the title. True to Darry's words, Pony's name was displayed next to the word 'choreography'. He never knew that Ponyboy created the dances. Yes, he knew that he danced, but he didn't know this.
"Really?" Johnny mumbled, even though he saw the video name. "I didn't know that."
"But you knew that he danced," Steve pointed out.
"You knew that he was doing this?" Darry asked.
Johnny scratched his temple, feeling sweat coat his forehead. "I knew that he danced but I didn't know that he put together the dance moves."
"Why didn't you tell us? No, why didn't Ponyboy tell us about this?"
"He…" Should he be telling them why? "He didn't want to feel embarrassed. He didn't want you guys to make fun of him."
Darry let out a huff. "He thought that we were going to embarrass him? Why would he think that?"
Johnny gave him a look. He almost never showed his sassy side to them.
Soon enough, the video ended, and Soda grabbed Steve's phone to look around more. "Three million followers," he commented. Wow… look at all of these views!"
They all gawked at the large numbers. Ponyboy was famous and they never knew. None of them knew how to exactly react to this revelation. It was a lot to process.
"We should watch another one," Two-Bit suggested. Agreeing, they started to scroll down the channel, finding a plethora of cover videos.
"Holy shit he made a lot… He choreographed most of these," Dally commented.
"Click on this one!" Two-Bit suddenly yelled, startling them because of the sudden shrill. He pointed to one of the videos.
"Birthday Sex?" Darry read out loud with a dry mouth. Why did Ponyboy dance to a song like that?
"It's probably really innocent…" Steve hypothesized. "It's choreographed by him after all."
But, when they started to watch the video, they quickly found out that it wasn't innocent at all. It was quite the opposite actually.
When they pulled up the video, they were surprised to see Ponyboy shirtless, sporting a very toned body. It was probably from all of the dancing that he supposedly did. The dance started off with him and another boy standing behind him. Pony looked back at the boy before wrapping his arms around his shoulders, waving his hips slightly. He moved away a bit before he was pulled back in by the other boy, faces only inches apart.
"Whoa!" Two-Bit screamed, feeling almost uncomfortable at the tension between the two dancers.
The dance moved quickly even though it was so sensual. They were all gaping at Ponyboy as he pelvic thrusted in the dance which were followed by booty drops. They watched as he opened his legs up while squatting. At multiple points, Ponyboy was even grinding the floor. The moves were very stripper-like—super sexual. They were both feminine and masculine as he moved with his dance partner.
"Holy…" Dally couldn't finish his sentence, too stunned at what he was viewing.
The front door suddenly opened and Ponyboy walked through, confused about why his friends were all huddled together. He was about to question them, but that was before he saw and heard what video they were watching. Instantly, Ponyboy became as white as a ghost as dread washed over him. Panic engulfed his brain. They found it. They fucking found his channel. They weren't supposed to find it.
Escape. He had to escape and just die under a rock or something. Oh, god, he just wanted somebody to just smite him on the spot.
Ponyboy started to back out of the house but, much to his terrible luck, Darry caught him before he could leave. "Hold on, Ponyboy! Don't move!" Darry boomed, pausing the video. He pointed at the screen. "What is this?"
"A phone?" Ponyboy answered, try to play it off as nonchalantly as he could.
Darry rolled his eyes. "I know what the device is! What is this video?"
"A dance?"
"A dance that you choreographed. It's called 'Birthday Sex' and there are a number of provocative moves in it."
"I… uh…" Ponyboy didn't know what to say. His brain was too fogged up by his embarrassment and panic.
"Don't try to play dumb," Steve shot out.
"I… I…" He looked at Johnny for help, but his best friend just gave him a sympathetic expression.
"Sorry, Pony…" Johnny apologized. "I tried to stop them. I really did."
"I didn't know you had these moves in you," Two-Bit commented, causing Ponyboy to turn redder than a tomato.
He had to get away!
Ponyboy spun around on his heel, ready to sprint out of the room. However, Steve had already anticipated the escape attempt. Before Pony could take a step out the door, Steve grabbed him and flung him to the floor. Ponyboy cried out in shock as the other teen sat on him, crushing him. He gasped out, trying to capture as much oxygen as he could. It made breathing extremely difficult and he swore that he felt his ribcage creak from the weight.
"You're going to watch this video with us," Steve determined for him in a smug way that made Pony want to just sock him right then and there in front of everyone.
The video was placed in front of his face, forcing him to watch it. He resumed the video and it instantly started on a part that just killed him. Ponyboy, in the video, was leaning his back against his dance partner's chest, grinding his butt into him. He acted as if there were no cameras on him; like it was just the two of them. The partner totally acted along with it.
"Turn it off!" Ponyboy pleaded, hiding his face with the floor. He was absolutely mortified.
"Look at this! What is wrong with you?" Darry scolded. "You shouldn't be doing this! You're not even old enough to drive!
"No more sexual dancing for you!" Soda proposed, tutting.
"But—" Ponyboy started but was cut off.
"No, 'buts', mister!" Darry screamed. He replayed the video again, causing Pony to turn even redder. "Look! How could you dance something like this? Huh? Where did you even learn how to do this?"
"Stop!"
"I like this new Ponyboy," Dally commented. Ponyboy knew that he thought it before, but he just wanted to die. Dying was way better than the embarrassment he was going through.
"I do too! I never knew he had it in him!" Two-Bit chirped, laughing. "Hey, you should teach me some of your moves!"
"Hey, that's enough," Johnny interjected, gently pushing Steve off of Ponyboy and helping his friend back up to his feet. "Lay off of him, okay?"
"I can't just—" Darry started but Johnny shot him a look that made him stop talking. He sighed, eyes narrowing at his youngest brother. "Don't think that this is the end of our conversation."
"Ponyboy, when can we all watch you dance in person?" Two-Bit asked excitedly.
Ponyboy was too flustered to answer. Luckily, Johnny spoke for him. "You too. No more talking about dances today."
Two-Bit pouted. "You're no fun."
When the gang finally dissipated, Johnny turned to Ponyboy. He patted his shoulder comfortingly. "How are you doing right now?"
Ponyboy sighed., burrowing his face in his hands. "I can't believe that just happened. I'm never going to live this down."
Suddenly, Two-Bit popped out of nowhere. "Hey, Pony, how do you do that booty drop thing? Like this?" He tried his best to copy the move but, even though it was simple, he managed to mess it up. "Show me how you did it!"
A frustrated scream left Pony's mouth as he finally, after all of that agonizing time, fled his house. And, even though he was too embarrassed to dance now, he ran to the club room to work his embarrassment out. He didn't know what he was going to do no or how much his life was going to shift because of the gang finding out his biggest secret. One thing was for sure though. He would never again post a sexual dance on his YouTube channel.
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