Authors' Note: You may have heard of us before. We are the Twins of
Hazzard, well-known (or maybe not-so-well-known) for our parody fics, which
are mostly about Law & Order. We have a habit of making that main male
character stupid and using the phrase "at which point" far too much.
But this is a serious matter.
You see, we are both huge "Dirty Dancing" fans, and we decided that because of the ridiculously small amount of "Dirty Dancing" fics on FF.net, we decided that we would write the "Dirty dancing" fic to end all "Dirty Dancing" fics. It illustrates how the characters felt, and what happened in the scenes not included in the movie. And we will do our best not to make Johnny dumb, but it IS sort of a habit.
Anyway, enjoy.
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Now That I Can Dance
*~*~* Prologue
Before Kellerman's
Baby
Before we went to Kellerman's that summer was like any other, with tennis lessons and vacations to the cape, yachting and day trips. I was going to college in the fall, and the routine was almost comforting-one last summer with my father before I left for a world I knew nothing about except that it was "real".
America was still, in a sense, innocent, or at least as innocent as it ever would be in my lifetime. I spent my days out on carefully planned activities with carefully planned people. In the rare moments when nothing was arranged I sat in the cool recesses of the house reading or writing to my friends, occasionally looking up to see Lisa languishing on a lawn chair with iodine carefully splashed on her skin and sunglasses perched atop her head in a way she thought made her look like Jackie O.
We left at the beginning of July. I carefully packed a suitcase in the way I had always packed, folding all my clothes and carefully laying them in my wicker suitcase, and then pulling them all out and dumping them in a heap on the floor only to carefully refold them and put them back in, with a few things taken away or added. It went like that for a week, until dad told me that I was getting to be as bad as Lisa. I dumped everything back in horror and then joined my father to tease Lisa about all her shoes, and her beige iridescent lipstick that she just had to bring.
As we all piled into the car for the six-hour ride, I remember thinking how it would never be the same. It was only weeks later that I realized how true that was.
But this is a serious matter.
You see, we are both huge "Dirty Dancing" fans, and we decided that because of the ridiculously small amount of "Dirty Dancing" fics on FF.net, we decided that we would write the "Dirty dancing" fic to end all "Dirty Dancing" fics. It illustrates how the characters felt, and what happened in the scenes not included in the movie. And we will do our best not to make Johnny dumb, but it IS sort of a habit.
Anyway, enjoy.
*~*~*
Now That I Can Dance
*~*~* Prologue
Before Kellerman's
Baby
Before we went to Kellerman's that summer was like any other, with tennis lessons and vacations to the cape, yachting and day trips. I was going to college in the fall, and the routine was almost comforting-one last summer with my father before I left for a world I knew nothing about except that it was "real".
America was still, in a sense, innocent, or at least as innocent as it ever would be in my lifetime. I spent my days out on carefully planned activities with carefully planned people. In the rare moments when nothing was arranged I sat in the cool recesses of the house reading or writing to my friends, occasionally looking up to see Lisa languishing on a lawn chair with iodine carefully splashed on her skin and sunglasses perched atop her head in a way she thought made her look like Jackie O.
We left at the beginning of July. I carefully packed a suitcase in the way I had always packed, folding all my clothes and carefully laying them in my wicker suitcase, and then pulling them all out and dumping them in a heap on the floor only to carefully refold them and put them back in, with a few things taken away or added. It went like that for a week, until dad told me that I was getting to be as bad as Lisa. I dumped everything back in horror and then joined my father to tease Lisa about all her shoes, and her beige iridescent lipstick that she just had to bring.
As we all piled into the car for the six-hour ride, I remember thinking how it would never be the same. It was only weeks later that I realized how true that was.