Alright, little explanation like I always do. IF you were with me since my first fanfiction, you would understand that I'm kind of a depressed person just in general but I grew out of that phase. Or so I thought... I took five months off because I felt like I was losing myself again. I had to cut everyone out of my life and get new people. I just couldn't take it. I was literally suffocating. And so I tried to find myslef. I'm still working on it but I'm getting there.

As a form of apology, like last time, I'm posting more than one chapter again. But this time, I'm doing a chapter for all the months I didn't post... 5 i think, including this one. You guys deserve it.

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Giving In

~Lilly's POV~

David wrapped his arm around my shoulders, laughing as we all walked down the street to the parking lot of the gigantic building where we preformed our asses off. And it was all worth the rush. "Was that your first time, shorty?"

The adrenaline of dancing in front of cheering audience made me blush, made me want to run a mile. And I hate running! It made my heart skip a beat, and for some reason, I was completely okay with all the eyes of the entire group all on me anticipating my answer. "Actually... Yeah..."

"Well, you did amazing." A boy named Alex said, patting my shoulder. "Nice piqué."

I rolled my eyes, "I've been practicing."

We got recognized! Ms. Stevenson told us that they'll email us to see if we can practice with Broadway performers! Actual Broadway performers! Us! Like...regular teens!

We were all wearing black shirts with our school name on the front in bright red colors. I was wearing a crop top of the same shirt with some black tights that actually felt like they were getting tighter. Some of the guys wore black jeans, some wore black shorts. Some girls wore leather shorts, leather tights or just plane black skinny jeans. Extremely heavy make up on all of our faces, even the guys with their eye liner; girls with their blush. We all looked like a gang just walking in the streets of New York, being illuminated by the neon lights of the signs or by the flicker of the street lights. All of us laughing in accomplishment.

"Where are we going?" I asked David.

He chuckled, "Well, usually after a performance whether we did good or bad we celebrate our hard work by getting... What is it we get?"

"Only the best thing ever created by mankind." Another boy named Jarred said.

"Memes?" Jennifer giggled playfully.

"Yes. But no." Jarred joked. "I'm talking the most delicious thing in the universe. Ice cream."

"I honestly think that's a bit of an overstatement." I chuckled softly.

"How? The milky creaminess. The cool way it melts into our mouths as is slowly cascades down our throat full of flavor and just..." Jarred moaned, shutting his eyes in absolute euphoria.

"Ew." Jennifer said, slapping his chest.

I laughed, "I would love too... But sadly I have to leave. I have a report due tomorrow and all I have to do is write the entire thing..." I sighed, running my hand through my wet, sweaty hair.

Everyone 'awe-ed'...except Jackie.

"Sorry..." I said, shivering softly. I wrapped my arms around my thick frame and sort of had to calm my chest when David pulled me in and began rubbing my upper arm.

"I'll give you a ride if you want. I know where you live so..." David said.

"Whoa! Lilly, watch out. You gotta stalker on your tail." Alex mocked, poking my back.

David growled, turning and slapping Alex's hand away. "She took me there once you dumbass."

Alex wooed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. "Excuse me... I didn't know Lillian had let you into her cavern."

I turned, scoffing in amusement, "Cavern? Are we in Salem in 1692?"

Jarred and Alex both looked at each other confusingly, cluelessly.

Jarred smirked playfully, "Art thou feeling it now, Mr Krabs?"."

David rolled his eyes, letting me go to pull his car keys out. He opened the door, "Your chariot, madam."

"That's more English than anything." I corrected him.

"Would you just get in the car?"

I giggled, stepping into the car.

After that I waved everyone goodbye from inside the car and David drove me home. The only thing that accompanied us was the sound of the radio and oddly enough, I wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, I found myself singing softly along to the words of the song that was playing.

David smiled sweetly, "You sing?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Well you sound good."

"Singing is so cliché. There are so many good singers out there. Dancing. That is the shit." I said, my mind wondering back to the big performance. Wow. I felt amazing on that stage. Me, the shy girl that gets nervous if you even come close to her, was out on a stage in front of a whole bunch of people who loved what I did, the way I moved, how I looked. It was better than sex.

Okay... Maybe just as good as sex. But it was still amazing. And I can't wait to do it again.

David chuckled, leaning back in his chair. His hand nervously ran through his hair, he kept shifting in his seat almost as if he was uncomfortable. I have a feeling on what he's going to say. "I uh... I hope you know I'm counting this as our first date."

I sighed, "I find it funny how you can like a girl you barely know."

"I know enough." His voice was almost a mutter.

"You don't though. David... You don't want to date me." I rolled my eyes when I actually heard what I just said. "And I know that sounds like I'm expecting you to say that you do. But I know for a fact if you knew me, you'd back off. I'm a broken girl. Crazy sometimes."

David stayed silent.

"It's not that I don't like you David. I do. I just... I'm stupid." I said shamefully, fumbling with my fingers.

"Hey," he grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb on my knuckles. "I'm all the more willing to find out your little bumps. You're real special."

I smiled, "Oh lord..." I gave him a reassuring squeeze before letting go. He has no idea how I am. Who I am. He thinks I'm innocent but, it's all been taken away. I hate acting like a depressed child...even though there's more evidence saying that I am. But I just don't want someone else getting into my business. How can I like someone when I don't even like myself? And yet I find myself sighing peacefully when he gives my knee a pat. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

David's blue eyes smiled beautifully, "I'm not expecting anything big. Just a chance."

"You don't know how big that is to me, David." I shook my head. "I'm not the innocent girl everyone makes me out to be."

"Really?" He said almost as if he wasn't believing me.

"Yeah." He shouldn't even have a fucking opinion. He doesn't even know my last name. "I could be a murderer and this cute face is just to bait people in. You never know. You don't know what happened to my last boyfriend."

David scoffed, "Boyfriend?"

"I've had a boyfriend. Why is that so hard to believe?" I laughed.

"Okay..." He finally said. "Okay, so maybe you're not innocent. But still, I really would like a chance."

I stayed silent, looking out the window. I don't want to date anyone. I don't want a relationship. Everything is easier without one. And although my last boyfriend was a disgusting pig, I know not every single boyfriend I'll have will be the same. Relationships are about chances, risks. I'm in high school, I'm almost 16. I shouldn't be thinking about guys. I should be thinking about fucking college.

I rolled my eyes. College. Don't even get me started on that bullshit. I'm going! But bitterly!

I'm getting off track here.

Point is, I'm confused. I know I like David. But does that mean I should take the chance? Even when I'm not ready? Then again how do I know I'm not ready? I just tell myself I'm not ready. What if being with David lets me know whether or not I'm ready? Does that even make sense?

"If you can sweep me off my feet, I'll think about a second date." I suddenly said before actually thinking.

David's eyes widened, "Now? You want me to... Like what?"

"Anything other than physical contact. No kissing, no hand holding, nothing of that. Wow me and I'll consider calling you and I a thing."

David stayed silent for a while, in thought. Maybe he had nothing.

I found myself hoping...

David sighed, "I have this place in mind. But I think you're going to get the wrong idea of why I go there."

"Is it the strip club? If so, just take me home."

"No, it's nothing like that. I was thinking about joining it but they don't take anyone younger than 18." David suddenly turned the car around, causing me to immediately grab onto anything I could grab onto. "We'll go there. Watch a couple numbers then leave. I know the owner."

"Owner of what?" I asked. David didn't answer me. Instead we drove in silence.

While we drove away, my phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my bra, which was the only place I could actually put it. "Hello?"

"Hey dude, how was it? Did you knock'em dead?" April asked happily.

"Yeah! We actually got recognized! It was fucking amazing! I can't wait to do it again." I yelled, my adrenaline rising once again.

"That's great. Where are you now?" April asked.

"I'm..." If she finds out I'm with David she's going to have a cow. "...on my way home." I lied. David immediately looked at me with concern. I put a finger to my lips, signaling him to shut up. Seriously, these phones pick up every noise. "I'll come over tomorrow."

"Great! The guys and I were thinking about celebrating."

"Celebrating what?"

"You. You dumb-y head."

"April..." I sighed. "I-"

"Too late. So tell me about it."

I rolled my eyes, "It was..." I sighed, dreamily. "It was the best thing I have ever experienced in a long time. I never felt like that it my life. The music, the cheering, the lights. I swear it's as addictive as heroin."

David chuckled.

"I'm really happy for you. I'm also sorry I couldn't be there."

David suddenly pulled over, shut off the car and just waited for me to get off the phone. "Hey, it's not like you could have anyways. It's fine. Hey look, I have to go though. I got an essay to do alright?"

"Yeah, no problem. I'll talk to you tomorrow." April said before hanging up.

David gave me a slight push on the shoulder, "You are such a liar."

"Not my fault she hates you."

"She does?"

"You are kind of a dick."

David scoffed, "You know what..."

I suddenly got out of the car before he said anything else. I looked to where we were at.

In big, pink, neon lights were the letters XIV. "This seems like a strip club." I said. The building looked like a very old theater. Signs on the outside showed who was singing and who was dancing. The star of the show was a beautiful woman named Farrah. Her lips were crimson red, her hair was beautifully curled with one curl just covering her left eye. Her eye make up made her light brown eyes glow. Her pale skin was like beautiful porcelain, smooth and looked soft to the touch. She was dressed in a very skimpy outfit, yet it didn't really seem trashy. It had class.

David grabbed my hand, "She's the star. Voice and body of an angel. I mean...she dances. Not that her body is...well not that I look at her like that."

"David. Take me inside." I said with a smile. Which he did.

The place was pretty full from what I saw. David paid for the both of us and found us a table afterwards. No one really paid attention to us; I thought someone would have said something about our age. The show was already on its way. The stage a little smaller than what I danced on. The only difference was the music. It was an actual band. It wasn't just recorded music.

I watched this girl dance provocatively across the stage. Her voice was raspy, husky, yet silky smooth. She was gorgeous. Her long smooth legs dancing to the beat of the drum. Her smokey eyes stared at the audience with a playful stare. The smirk on her full red lips made every woman hold on to their men in fear. Her shoulder length curled hair waved back and forth and she twirled around the stage in nothing but a black laced tiny little outfit. She was just beautiful.

David chuckled right behind me. I didn't even notice we sat down, I didn't notice where we sat down, I didn't even noticed he had ordered drinks for us. "You are just so beautiful when you get lost like that."

I smiled cheekily, "How could I not get lost? She's amazing..." He handed me a drink. "Coke?" He nodded. "I'm sorry sir, but a lady never accepts a drink from a man personally."

David narrowed his eyes, "What are you trying to say?"

I laughed, "Jesus, I'm just joking." I took the drink.

David sat back in his chair, "You're real funny."

I shrugged, "I try."

David suddenly stood up when the house lights went off. "Come with me." He said, grabbing my hand and taking me all the way to the back. There was a room that read 'employers only' and he just waltzed right inside in there making me extremely nervous.

"David, we're going to get kicked out of here. Let's just watch." I argued.

David continued to pull me through the long hallway that had a dark pink glow to it. Pictures were placed all over the walls of dancers, girls, and what I'm assuming was the band. David suddenly stopped me in front of the door that said 'dressing room' and opened it slowly.

Inside was rows and rows of desks with big huge mirrors attached to every one of them. Around the mirrors were bright bulbs of light, brightening up the room. Each desk had tons and tons of make up. Bags and boxes of blush, concealer, foundation, eye shadow of all different types of colors and textures, all different types of eye lashes, lips sticks of all colors; red, burgundy, bright pink, soft pink, bright red. I couldn't help but gasp at the beauty of every thing in that room.

It was a rather big room, another hallway connecting to what I'm guessing was the stage. In the back of this room, there were racks of clothing. Like probably a dozen racks of feathers, glitter, and lingerie.

One of the girls immediately turned to tell us to leave, or probably kick our asses out. But instead she just smiled, "David! We haven't seen you in ages!" She said smoothly. She had black hair tied in a tight ponytail, she had a tight, dark red corset on which made me envy her figure. She had a black lacy bra on that matched her black lacy underpants; her stocking attached to the garter belts her underpants provided.

When she walked over, her eye lashes were so big. Her make up was super heavy, but still perfect. And her lips were the perfect shade of red, complimenting her smooth dark mocha skin. She went over to kiss David's cheek. "You've gotten taller." She had long beautiful fingernails that were perfectly round, and painted blood red. "Are you here to see your aunt?"

He nodded, "I wanted to introduce Lilly to her."

The woman smiled at me, "You brought a little date! How cute! Lilly... You look like you just came from a show. Both of you do actually." She laughed, then pointed behind her. "She's in her usual place during shows."

David nodded, "Thanks. Where are all the other girls?"

"Honey, they're on stage with Farrah. Afterwards, I'm on stage. I have my very own solo tonight. I earned it myself. Let's see how the crowd likes just a little bit more of Coco in their milk." She said proudly. I wish I had her confidence.

"That's great to hear!" David said, pushing me slightly. But I couldn't take my eyes off this tall, beautiful woman.

She grinned, "I'm on deck. See you letter baby." She said before walking away, her hips teasingly swayed behind her as she walked; her 6 inch heel clicking behind her.

"That was Coco." David informed before pulling me across the room. "She's way talented and way beautiful. One of the most beautiful in this building."

"Your telling me..." I said breathlessly.

He brought me to another door in the hallway that lead to back stage. He opened it and entered first, "Aunt Clare?" He called hesitantly.

I saw a woman with long black hair, buried in her paper work, writing frantically, occasionally groaning in frustration. She suddenly looked up, "Close the- David?" She pulled away from her paperwork and came over to us. She was middle aged, maybe a little over 35, but she looked great. Little eye shadow, lots of lip gloss. It looked like she was going to perform. "Oh my god. You grew. You haven't been here in over a month."

"Kind of hard to sneak around to see you when my mother rather...you know, go to church." David kissed his aunts cheek.

"Oh god. She still hate me?" She chuckled.

"Not you, just your sins." David said with a roll of his eyes.

"I am a sin." Here eyes traveled down to me. "Oh look, your brought a date! Your girlfriend?" She held out her hand.

David shook his head, "Not yet."

"Confident little fool." She chuckled. "Honey, when someone holds out their hand, it's only polite to take it." I quickly grabbed her perfectly manicured hand. "Such a pretty face." She cupped my chin carefully. "Do you dance? Sing?"

"Yes! She does both." David answered quickly before I could. "She can show you if-"

"David!" I scoffed.

His aunt shook her head, "Even if you had as much talent as my girls, you still wouldn't be in. You'd have to be at least 18 years old. And the youngest we've ever hired is 21."

"Oh, I-I'm not looking for a job miss." I said shyly.

"Oh? So it is just a date..." She smirked playfully. "Treat her well sweetheart. She looks tough. Oh!" She went over to a drawer in her desk and pulled out one pink ticket. "Here. In case you ever want to come by again just show this to the clerk you won't even have to pay, you won't be questioned... I'll put your name on the list."

"Lillian Aguilar." I said quietly.

"Oh no sweetie. Your name will be... Rosemary. Rosemary... Starr. In case anybody asks." She said softly.

I took the card, "Rosemary Starr." I said softly. I wouldn't have picked it myself but I'm cool with it. It sounds like a stripper name. I chuckled at the thought. A shy stripper, that's adorable.

"I had an...amazing time, David." I sighed peacefully, waking up the steps to my home. "Thanks for an awesome night."

David nodded, "Of course. So..." He nervously put his hands in his pockets. "Does this mean we're a thing now?"

I bit my lip at his cuteness. I then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I haven't done that to a guy in a long time. My heartbeat was in my ears when I pulled away and smiled, staring at his blue eyes. "We can be a thing."

"Can you be my girlfriend?"

I smiled, "No. You'll have to take me on a second date before I can decide on that." I shrugged. "Told you I was complicated."

David nodded, "Yeah, okay... Well, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I might take a day off. Just to relax." I said before turning to my door.

David sighed, "Alright. I'll see you then."

"Bye," I said, putting in my key and turning it. Before I could actually open my door, I was spun around so quickly I couldn't even process what happened next.

I let out a squeal when I felt David's lips pressed against my lips. His hands softly cupped my cheeks, his thumbs caressing them. Before I knew it, my eyes began to close slowly, my heart was beating softly which was very odd because I was high at the moment. My arms were still at my side and yet I kissed back. The kiss was soft and gentle. His lips were almost gliding against mine gracefully, his hand traveled from my neck to my waist, pulling me into his body.

My whole body was getting heated, which then made my heart pound in fear. And I pulled away almost immediately.

David looked at me in almost shame. "I'm sorry..."

"No, it's okay. It's not you. I just..." I couldn't really explain to him why I was scared. I didn't want to. But I knew why. I smiled at him, "Thank you." Then I kissed him again, softly- this time on his lips. "Goodnight..." I turned and opened the door.

I waited until David got in his car and left so that I could go into my home and sigh. "What the hell are you doing, Lillian?"

"Okay, then step with your left like this." I instructed Mikey, who did as I did. "Then you're going to pop your elbow out like this. Then you're gonna push out and...right, left, right, left." I watched as Mikey copied my moves. "Jump out. Jump in. And then," I threw my leg out and around, my body following in a spin. Then afterwards I bowed low.

Mikey stopped before executing the move perfectly.

"Great!" I yelled happily. "Now watch with the music." I went over to my laptop and played the song. As soon as the part began to play, I began to move with the hard beat. After that, I heard Raph chuckle.

"That seems a little hard for Mikey, Lil'. Why don't you give him something easy?" He laughed.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't doubt your brother, Raph. He's a fast learner." I restarted the music and took a step back. "Alright, go ahead Mikey." As soon as the queue started Mikey began to dance. And he danced the moves I taught him exactly. I smiled proudly. "Yes! That's my boy!" I said, going up to give him a High-5...or 3.

"Awe yeah! I got dem moves." He said proudly, dancing happily around.

I smirked over at Raph, "Open mouth, insert foot."

Raph scoffed, "Whatever."

I chuckled, waving him over. "Why don't you come over? Dance a little."

He immediately shook his head, "Oh no. No no no no no. I am not going to dance."

Mikey wrapped an arm around me, "Come on, dude. Dancing's fun. I mean it'll take you a while to be a pro like me. But as they say, practice makes you awesome at dancing."

I rolled my eyes, "More or less." I held out my hand. "Come on, Raph. I'll teach you something easy. Don't worry."

He looked around almost worriedly, I knew he was trying to be macho. And for some reason, macho guys don't dance.

"Go ahead, Raph." Leo teased. "Cha cha with Lilly..."

Raph growled, glaring at his brother.

I huffed, "Leo. I will make you twerk in front of everyone. Be quiet." I turned back to Raph. "Your brothers won't make fun of you. Because then they'll have to go through me and I don't play nice or fair. Come on," I waved him over again.

Donnie cleared his throat, "Lilly," he said standing from the where he sat on the couch and then walking over to me. He winked playfully. "May I have this dance?"

I felt my cheeks warm up. "Wow..." I said surprised. "How very kind of you." I went over to my laptop. "What can you dance?"

"Waltz, Salsa, Tango, Merengue, a little bit of Bachata- although that's a little difficult for me. And oh yes... I slow dance."

The room was dead silent. I could see that this actually made April pull away from her comic book and stare at the both of us with an eye brow arched in curiosity.

"Are you serious? I can't even Tango." I asked completely shocked. I mean... Bachata? How can he even move like that?

Donnie nodded. "Yeah... When I have free time, I get bored."

"Smart cookie." I hummed, putting on a song. "Hablas español?" I asked.

He tilted his head to the side and shrugged, "Un poquito..." He said in a very thick accent. "I understand it. It's very easy. I also understand Japanese and a little Italian."

"Wow." I said grabbing his hands, they were so much bigger than mine. "Intelligence never looked so good." I giggled.

Donnie smiled, "Thank you." He placed a hand on my waist and pulled me in a little closer to him, his other hand holding my hand. When the music began, he led me back and forward, side to side, very elegantly. And then he pushed me out, and twirled me back in.

He knew what he was doing. I knew what I was doing. And I knew he was trying to impress April. It was working, I could tell but she wasn't going to fall for him like I hoped she would. By the middle of the song we started dancing like we had come up with choreography. He was an excellent dancer. I'm assuming it runs in the turtle family.

Afterwards, I pulled away from him and smiled, "You got some moves."

Donnie bowed his head, "I can say the same for you."

"See Raph, dancing makes someone twice as attractive as they already are." I smiled, giving Donnie a pat on his forearm. "Seems like your brothers can do it. I'm almost positive Leo can do if he wanted to."

"Oh I would! It's just I'm not really good. But I'm willing to try. Just not now." Leo explained.

I nodded, "That's acceptable." Pussy... I could totally tell he's to scared to even wiggle his little butt. "I'll just let you know right now guys. A man that can dance is a man that all the girls want."

"Really? I doubt it. What about guys that do ballet?" Raph asked, walking over towards me. "Aren't they all...gay?"

I snorted, "That stereotype is so old, it makes Betty White look like she's in her 20s. No. Not all ballet dancers are gay. Not all dancers are gay. And it's all about perspective. Most girls love a guy that isn't afraid to dance. I, on the other hand, love a guy that can get over his macho attitude and do a pirouette when he has a chance."

"What's that?" Mikey asked.

I smiled, executing a perfect turn. "Kind of hard to do it in shoes. But you get the idea."

Raph smirked, "So if I do that, will you think that I'm more attractive?" He wiggled his eye ridges playfully.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Oh lord."

"I ship!" April yelled.

My eyes widened, my head shot towards April who was giggling behind her comic book. "I'm going to kill you."

April laughed, hiding back behind her comic book.

Raph chuckled confusingly, "Okay...?"

I turned back to him, "What would you like to dance?"

"Oh...oh no, I'm not going to dance."

I rolled my eyes, "Then why did you come all the way over here?"

He shrugged, smirking playfully, "Why don't you show me a few moves and I'll catch on? Later..."

I scoffed, "Excuse me?"

"Oh..." He immediately waved his hands in the air frantically. "No! That's not what I meant! Like you show me a dance move, and I'll...I'll practice later." He sighed, "Never mind."

I raised a brow in suspicion, then soon I chuckled. "Fine. You don't have to dance. But you won't be as attractive as your brothers..."

He scoffed, "I'm passed them. They can't catch up."

I rolled my eyes, regretting I even mentioned anything about attractiveness. I decided to just stay quiet and just play a song. It was a pretty fast song. Spanish song. Celia Cruz was it?

Everyone but Donnie seems freaked out by the words. They were so fast, I would supposed they'd freak out anyone who has never heard of the song, let alone the singer.

"Want to test that out?"

The trumpets began playing which made it almost impossible for me not to dance to it. Raph is soo fucking lucky...

Raph shook his head, "Not to this song. It's Spanish."

"So? It's still dancing. Watch. Donnie," Donnie grabbed my hand and immediately began to spin me, afterwards he dipped me which in all honesty, I was not prepared for. "See..."

Raph's eyes widened before he shook his head, "No, I'm not doing that."

I walked over Raph, "You want dancing lessons?"

He shook his head, "No."

"It's won't make you any less macho. Trust me." He didn't answer me. "Wanna bargain? I'll give you a surprise after your done."

He raised an eye ridge, "What kind of surprise?"

I shrugged, "I haven't decided yet. But it'll be big, trust me. And you'll learn a few moves to show off to your brothers. Maybe be as good as Donnie. Or Mikey."

I heard Leo begin to snort, soon he began to laugh all by himself.

I saw the look on Raph's face, so I turned, "Get up Leo." I ordered, walking over to him. "Stand up."

"Why?" He laughed.

"I told you what I was going to do so get up."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just..." He said, attempting horribly to not laugh. "I'm sorry. I won't laugh anymore. I promise. I'm done." He said with a few chuckles.

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, walking back over to Raph. "Everyone can dance. Everyone will always start off with two left feet. I did. So what do you say? For me?"

Raph huffed, just staring at me intently. "What will you teach me?"

"What ever you want? Salsa, hip-hop, ballet,"

He shook his head, "No ballet."

"Alright... Um, contemporary, jazz- a whole bunch of stuff. I just need your permission." I noticed him looking at his brothers, as if to check if they were actually paying attention to our conversation. "Don't look at them. Look at me. They're not here. They're irrelevant. And if they try anything you tell me and I'll personally beat their ass."

"You?" He snorted.

"Well, I don't know how to fight. I figure they won't hit a girl if she doesn't know how to fight." I said with a shrug. "What do you say? Want me to be your teacher for a while?"

Raph still looked hesitant, "Depends how long...?"

"Okay, well, I'll teach you about the dance. Then I'll teach you choreo, then if you want we can present it to everyone. But that last part is optional."

"I don't know..."

"I will beg to get you out of your comfort zone." I whined.

Raph looked around again, finally sighing as if he had lost and said, "Fine. Whatever."

I grinned a gigantic, proud smile. "Great! Let's see... We'll get started... Next Wednesday. Everyone leaves early and that way, I'll just ask Ms. Stevenson to let me borrow the dance room for a couple days."

Raph slumped his shoulders, "And they have to..."

"No. Just you and me if you want Raph. Nobody else. Just us and some music." I have him a light punch on his shoulder. "You don't have to worry."

"At least you'll be good at something." Leo murmured from behind.

"Alright, that's it mister 'I'm so perfect'. Get up, we're going to do some twerking. Now!" I ordered, walking over to Leo, who after a long time of apologies and please, finally agreed to twerk.

Oh man... I love these guys.

BTW i'm changing a couple things because I'm going by the episodes and since mona came along... well... you'll see ;p