All I wanna know
Is do you like the music
The beat is tight, the mix is right
Won't you dance with me?

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Justin

Daphne forces me into the passenger seat of Brian's jeep and she flings herself into the back. She says that she just doesn't want to sit next to an annoying son of a bitch but I think she's lying. Brian rolls his eyes, agreeing with her, "I don't want to sit next to an annoying bitch either." Daphne makes a little 'hmph' sounds and reaches between the seats to turn on the radio. 'Gold Digger' blasts through the speakers and Daphne immediately joins in. I smile, slightly amused at the whole thing. Brian's amused but…not as amused as I am.

He turns it off.

"We're not playing that rap shit in my car."

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Brian

He's quiet.

And he fiddles a lot with his fingers, curling the hem of his shirt in and out of his fingertips. It's obvious he doesn't really know what to do with himself. I'm sure I can think of a few things that he can do with his hands. Things that I definitely will not mention. It's also pretty apparent that he's nervous. He keeps worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, which makes them kind of swollen, which makes me want to join in. And, like I said, he's insanely quiet. He hasn't said a word since he's gotten in my jeep. He's smiled a few times, like when Daphne says or does something really stupid or if I say something rude to her.

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When we get to Woodies Emmett greets us, well more so Justin, with a huge smile and hugs for everyone. I tell him to get the hell away from me. He somehow manages a hug from me anyway. "Follow me, guys. The others are already here." Daphne promptly tells him that we're late because of me. "I figured." I roll my eyes over at Emmett and we follow him towards an almost full table. Everyone squeezes in close together with Justin in between Daphne and me. I can't say that I don't like the tight seating arrangement like I usually would.

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Justin

"How've you been, sweetie?"

I'm aware that I haven't really talked much. The others have already had a round of drinks - I had water - and played two rounds of pool. I watched from our booth. "I've been ok. Not really used to getting out I guess. You probably all think I'm a huge bore or something." Emmett smiles and shakes his head eagerly. "No one thinks that, baby! We all understand. We're all glad you came." I grin over at him. I feel slightly better. Emmett has that affect on people, I think. No wonder Daphne hangs out with him. He's amazing.

"Thanks, Em."

Michael, Ben, Brian, and Daphne are all at the pool table. They're deciding on if they should start another game or not. Daphne skips over to my table, I think she's had one too many beers. She grabs my hand, huge grin on her face. "C'mon, bestest friend, you're playing this time."

"No, that's ok…"

"Justin, you can't just sit here!"

Emmett nudges my shoulder, "C'mon, sweetie, have a little fun." I bite my lip and let her drag me off towards the pool table. She hands me a stick and I hold it awkwardly. I've never actually played pool before. I've watched people play it tons of times. We had a pool table in our old house in New York. My father played all the time. I push thoughts of my family away. Now's not really the time to think about them. Brian comes up next to me, his own stick in his hands. "Played before, Sunshine?"

"Yes, well, n-no."

"It's easy. I'll help you."

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It is not easy.

I mean, I guess it could be but with Brian teaching you it isn't easy. He's a great teacher in the game of pool but…he also made it very hard. I guess I got nervous under all his attention – his hard, intent stare and, well, I guess the way he stood behind me with his arms around mine and his hand on mine teaching me to hold the stupid stick right so I got a good shot at the balls…he made it fucking hard. All that innuendo in his voice. The way he'd purposely brush his lower body against my ass when he was thrown over me to help me guide my stick.

Daphne was having a ball.

And my cheeks were bright red the entire game.

Needless to say, I had a hard time making any eye contact with Brian after that game. I didn't play again either. No matter how much Daphne pleaded me to. Emmett threw an arm across my shoulder when I made it back to the table, cheeks flushed and, to my embarrassment, my body quite…hot. I hate pool. "Did you have a good time?" I look over at him; I see the twinkle of knowingness in his eyes and roll my own. "Pool isn't really my game." Emmett shrugs, not saying anything else about the interesting game of pool. On our way out of the bar I catch Michael's eyes. Well, it's a glare more than anything.

I look away frowning. Had I done something to offend him? I don't remember saying anything to him the entire night, actually. Ben and I had done some talking during the pool game but I hadn't said anything rude to him either. I shrug it off. Maybe I had just been seeing things. This time in the jeep, I force myself into the back seat and, with a heavy disappointed sigh, Daphne gets into the passenger seat. "We're going to Babylon, right Brian? Right? They have pretty lights at Babylon. And pretty guys. And pretty drinks."

"Yeah, and you're going to get a pretty drink of water. You've had enough alcohol."

Daphne pouts at Brian.

"Beer is prettier than water."

"No, water is, by far, the prettiest. I promise."

"Hmph."

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"Babylon!"

I help Daphne out of the car. For some reason she had become even less sober during the car ride than she had been on the way out to the car from Woodies. Brian looked very amused at the state our friend was in. And it is amusing but kind of shocking, for me, as well. I had never seen her drunk. When she lived in New York she had never been like this. She had been the "good" type. The Kool-Aid type. She never partied, never went to clubs, nada. The two of us haul her in and meet the others at the bar. I sit Daphne down on a stool and press myself tightly against the edge of the bar to get away from the bodies.

Good thing I'm not claustrophobic.

"Hey, haven't I seen you here before?"

A man with black hair had sidled up next to me with a supposed-to-be-sexy smile on his face. In all honesty, this man is far from sexy. I'm about to shake my head and maybe move so that I'm in between Emmett and Daphne so that I'm not on the edge. I feel too vulnerable on the edge. But, I don't have to tell him because someone does it for me. "No, you haven't. Fuck off." The man stalks off, muttered words of 'screw you' lingering, and Brian puts himself where the man had just been so that I'm not so vulnerable anymore. I smile slightly, feeling heat creep up the back of my neck and onto my cheeks.

"Thanks…"

"Lots of eyes on you."

I swallow and stare down at my hands. I really didn't notice. I'm trying to avoid all eye contact actually. "O-oh." I feel his eyes on me but decide against looking at him. He shifts and he's way closer to me or maybe I just feel like he's a lot closer to me. Either way, his cologne is everywhere, intoxicating my senses. In a good way, though. He smells good. I shift slightly and awkwardly tuck some hair behind my ear. It doesn't stay behind my ear, it never does. His arm slides across my back and his chest brushes lightly against my arm. Yes, very, very close. "Have you ever been dancing?"

"Am I that obvious?"

He chuckles, low and practically in my ear. Probably so only I can hear.

"A little. Do you dance?"

"In my room, by myself."

"Wanna dance with me?"

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This time I do make eye contact with him but only because I can't not make eye contact with him anymore. For one, it's kind of rude, right? And, well, I do want to dance with him. It's better than standing here and having random, disgusting men come up to you and try and get you to come home with them. He smiles down at me and I suddenly feel really short next to him. "S-sure, I'll dance with you." I look over at Daphne to tell her where I'm going but…she looks a little to pre-occupied with trying to convince Emmett into getting her a "pretty, sparkly beer" instead of "blah, water." I smile up at Brian and allow him to pull me by the hand into the horde of sweaty, dancing bodies.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I look up at Brian expectantly and suddenly feel very unsure about this whole dancing thing. He smiles reassuringly down at me and guides my hand up to his shoulder – his bare shoulder. – and I leave it there, swallowing down the nervous lump in my throat. He takes my other hand and guides it up to the back of his neck where his skin meets his hair. His hands gently grab my waist and he pulls me against him. If I thought it had been hot during the pool scenario, then it's burning like hell right now. Someone bumps into me from behind and I move closer to Brian and I swear it's only because I don't want all those other guys to touch me. It's not because I want to be pressed up tight against Brian's hot, hard body.

To be honest, I don't know what I want.

I hardly know Brian but, what I do know of him…he's nice. Well, he seems nice anyway. If he isn't a nice person, than he's tremendously good at hiding it. I also know that he's extremely good looking, which definitely isn't a bad thing, unless he has a huge ego, which he might. If he does have a huge ego, than he isn't letting me know about it. I also know that he has money. Daphne told me so earlier. Nice, good looking, and rich. That's all I really know about the man that's grinding against my body while the music pulsates around us. He's hard, I can feel it against my leg as we move against each other.

I'm hard and I'm sure he feels it.

I'm sure I feel really embarrassed right now.

His hands slide away from my waist; they skim my back, my neck, a hand shoves gently through my hair while his other hand dares to slide below the small of my back and cup part of my ass, which brings me even tighter against him. I don't protest. I don't even think I could protest if I even wanted to. He's very persuasive and he isn't really even doing anything yet. I shyly keep my own hands where he had put them to begin with. I've never been with a man and, like I had told him, I've only danced by myself in the privacy of my bedroom. I'm frozen and embarrassed because of my stationary self.

I'm not being completely stationary.

I'm moving my hips in sync with his, which probably explains my hard condition at the moment. I dare to open my eyes, which had been slammed closed up until this point, and he smiles at me. I can't not smile back, so I offer him my own little unsure smile and, in response, his forehead gently meets mine, bringing are faces unbearably close. I've always felt something foreign whenever I've thought about him, drawn him, or seen him. I've never known what it was I was feeling – not until now with our bodies rocking against each others and everything else seeming to turn into white noise, black and white and we're the only color in the club, which I know is ridiculous, but that's how it feels.

The feeling; want, lust, desire and need.

And, for some reason, it scares the hell out of me.

Swallowing, I quickly jerk my body away from his, my head ducking down so he can't see the look on my face. Confusion. "I-I have to…use the restroom." He grabs my wrist and I make sure to keep my eyes lowered on the ground so I can't be drawn in again. Tempted. "Are you alright?" I quickly nod, slide my wrist out of his fingers and back away. "I'm fine…bathroom." Feeling like an idiot, a sissy, I quickly spin around and begin looking for the bathroom. I don't really have to go but that doesn't matter. It's a place I can go so I won't have to answer anyone's questions since I'm sure that the others were watching then entire time.

Won't you take me to Heaven?

The song is 'Take me to Heaven' by Paul Goodyear feat. Shauna Jenson