Author's Notes: Yep, it's time for THIS song now. IT'S COMING UP!
DARE
Kyle's POV
Ah, my favourite – it's one of those beautiful and nicely made low-tempo love songs that you can sway to from side to side. Well, that's how it starts off – a nice one...two...one...two rhythm. Me and Stan have 'posession' of one another by the ay we've both got our hads on each other's shoulders and looking into one another eyes. I'd like to know what he's thinking right about now. Well, I guess I could be glad that he can't read MY thoughts though – coz' if this song is gunna change, then I've got hopefully, a well-executed dance planned for us two to do TOGETHER.
Ah yes, the rhythm's speeding up – the combination of romance and disco...in one sole tune...NICE!
It's coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up…
IT'S DARE!
Right at the moment where I expected it, the song changes and bursts out an incredibly funky dancing beat. Whatever's behind that, it certainly filling my little body with some kind of wierd energy that's making me want to dance...and it's the same with Stan too. We break away from one another and start dancing to the romantic disco beat of this tune. The lights hum a warm red tone that spreads across the dancefloor and everyone around us starts clapping to the beat. And it's certainly the biggest surprise to me by a large margine. As some people know. I learned the terrifying (well, not terrifying, but practically surprising) truth that I just about had ABSOLUTELY no rhythm when it came to dancing. Sue, when it's things like recorded tape music, I'm hopeless at it. But whenever I listen to a song that I really love, it sends this really crazy flow and buzz throughout my whole body that just causes me to dance and go loony mad. HA, three times that's happened...and three times it's ended up with me dancing in nothing but my underpants - black shades also an option.
IT'S DARE!
So the beat is providing us with certainly a few moves we're executing on this red and white glowing dancefloor. I never eve knew I coukd dance like this...let alone Stan as well. Ah well, that's the power of music isn't it.
You've got to press it on you!
You just will think it,
That's what you do, baby!
Hold it down, DARE!
The beat brings us back together and we hold hands once more – spiraling uncontrollably to the absolute enjoyment of this rhythm. I help Stan do a full three-hundred-and-sixty twirl and he does the same for me. We break apart but come back once more for the next sing-along of the tune.
Jump in the moment and move it!
Jump back and forth,
And feel like you were there yourself.
Work it out!
As the song reaches the first verse, me and Stan hold one another as if it's back to that cutesy-wutesy romantic moment again. We stare into each other's sparkling eyes again and I can clearly see the beauty in them…hopefully just like Stan can see too. It's this moment that takes me back to the time when we younger – maybe about thirteen or fourteen. Instead of asking if we wanted to go, practically every kid in the school was being forced to go all those annual yearly discos and balls that they always held at schools. Whilst Cartman made a complete idiot of himself and whilst Kenny was trying to chat up some of the girls by shaking his stuff, I worryingly watched from the side as I saw Stan……alone, by himself and having no one to dance to or dance WITH. It was a bit upsetting to see him try and enjoy himself when it was clear that he wasn't doing so AT ALL. I so wanted to dance with him and make him feel better, but I kept holding myself back from within.
"It's not the right time……" I kept saying to myself. "……He won't understand." I think that was probably one of the biggest moments in my life where I was on the verge of confessing it all to Stan. Sure, there were plenty of moments when we were 10, but nothing compared to what the future years of pre-teen and start-teen brought. They were much more difficult – certainly difficult in terms of keeping it all in and hiding the truth…the REAL truth. Realizing it now, I guess the trend continued for the next 3 years – Stan Marsh, on his own…with no one to dance with. I SOOOO wanted to be there by his side – the boy who'd dance with him to say that 'everything is alright as long as we have each other'.
Never get no harm, never get no harm, never get no harm!
IT'S DARE,
Coming up, coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up……
IT'S DARE!
But whenever me, Stan…hell even THE OTHER TWO were with us, and some really kick-ass tune came on the radio or TV, we'd just go nuts and start dancing like there was no tomorrow – me in particular………yeh, ME and my half-naked moves. Roll eyes……AAAAAND…forget! There's one permanent and quite…satisfying memory that I still have lodged in my brain of a very……interesting night……
It was October 31st – Halloween, when we were all 15 years old. Me, Stan and Kenny were spending the night at my ice and warm place that dark and cold evening. By that time, we'd agreed on the obvious fact that we were getting too old for trick and treating now – 15 years olds dressed like ghosts and vampires……PLEASE. Anyway, it must have been about just past 10 o clock. The three of us were playing the 'classic' game of spin the bottle. It started off perfectly and naturally…weird in a mediocre way. We dared each other to do basic things like lick the carpet, get a slap in the face – that's ort of boy-humorous stuff. But after that……I decided to crank it up a notch.
The bottle ended up facing Stan for about the forth time of the night. And that was the perfect time for me to show my saucy side.
"Alright Stan……" I began. "I dare you……to listen to a song on the radio and dance to it like crazy……in nothing but your underpants."
"DUDE…………that's……well……isn't that a bit…gay?"
"Meh, alright, yer' don't wanna do it – looks like you'll have to face a forfeit." I replied with my head turned away slightly and my eyebrows raised while my smile showed how I wanted this to go.
"Kenny, that's not 'gay' is it...to dance around in yer' underpants is it?" Stan asked – pressure sweat trickling down his face.
"Well...it's wierd I'll say that. But 'gay'? Hmmmmm, wouldn't have thought so." He chuckled – still wearing those typical tightly-fitting parka jackets of his.
And after a convincing level of pier pressure from your's truly, he got up, undressed his T-Shirt, jeans and socks, turned on the radio to the sound of oddly enough, a disco tune of sorts and...well...started dancing like crazy in the middle of my bedroom. For Kenny, he just looked on in disbelief at Stan's idiocy. But for me, it was sheer delight. "You're not as good as me, but I guess that'll do." I said after about a minute of possibly THE best thing I'd ever seen that night.
IT'S DARE!
It's a good thing my parents and my younger brother Ike didn't walk in unxpectingly during that. God knows what they would have thought of our little bottle-spinning, daring game after that.
You've got to press it on you!
You just will think it,
That's what you do, baby!
Hold it down, DARE!
But Stan and I somehow have an incredible gift of looking like two complete idiots TOGETHER when we dance like crazy. In our teen-years, we went to so many rock concerts of bands we were into back then and we'd always find ourseves jumping up and down, side to side, around and around to all the head-banging, disco-moving, lyric-swinging and/or body-shaking beats of the music. I don't know how Stan felt about it...but I certainly loved it.
Jump in the moment and move it!
Jump back and forth,
And feel like you were there yourself.
Work it out!
I guess I can look back on all that and see it as a build-up to this experience I'm sharing right now with Stan. I regret not doing this much earlier in our yoing lives, but at least it's finally happened. And in only a matter of a few weeks, me and Stan will be in the position that we can dance as much as we want together.
Never get no harm, never get no harm, never get no harm!
IT'S DARE,
Coming up, coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up……
IT'S DARE.
Never get no harm, never get no harm, never get no harm!
IT'S DARE,
Coming up, coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up……
IT'S DARE! OH!...
And now the song is really into the disco-feeling. So me and Stan show our stuff by grabbing each other's hand and sharing the delight of this rhythm. The WHOLE dance floor is OURS and we're using it to the best of our unlimited crazy experience. You'd think we were trying to combine possible every disco-related and romance-related move in this entire thing when in fact we're just basing it on our past experiences of just letting it all go and moving to the beat. But this time 'round, I guess we're helping one another with that enjoyment. AH YES, Stan's got a smile on his face and so have I. Even though his face keeps turning from red to green to white to green to red and back again because of the disco lights, I can still see him and he can still see me. But I guess that's how it's always been between us two – no matter what the case or situation, we can always have a good time…TOGETHER. Me and him as a couple makes perfect sense!
You've got to press it on you!
You just will think it,
That's what you do, baby!
Hold it down, DARE!
"You're certainly doing good here, Stan." I'm having to shout slightly because of the noisy atmosphere in here.
"Well you're pretty good yourself, Kyle."
"Is that a compliment on my dancing……or my looks?" I wiggle my eyebrows. PLEASE say 'both'.
"Ummmmm……how about both?!" YES! I smile back and I allow him to do another twist and twirl whilst I have firm hold of his hand.
Jump in the moment and move it!
Jump back and forth,
And feel like you were there yourself.
Work it out!
The song's coming to its end now – there's a little piano solo before the tune starts its outro of the big sounds again. Knowing the song and our dance is probably gunna end within the next few seconds, we quickly pull off a few impressive moves – twisting and turning to the finishing beats. And then, by my right side and hoding my right hand, the song finally finishes with a bang and we freeze just as it does so. The circle of guys around us start to applaud us and we take our moment of delight – bowing to every side to take in our applause.
Ninety minutes later, me and Stan are lying in bed – absolutely and completly...TIRED! We've been drained of all our energy tonight and all we wanted to do when we were making our way home was just get in, turn off all the lights and head straight to bed. No sex tonight – which is a shame considering it's probably the last time we ever get a chance to do so before we commit to not do any more of that until the day AFTER our wedding. We'll still be with each other up until then, but it's gunna be pretty hard for me to keep in my flirty feelings for some making-out. Let's hope I don't blow up with too much bottled up inside me, ha ha.
"That reminds me..." Stan says – his body close to mine with his eyes firmly shut. "What are we going to do AFTER the wedding?" He opens his eyes slightly and smiles. "Do you have something planned yet again, Kyle?"
Better not spoil the surprise. "Ummmmm...well let's just say I'm working on it." Well, that's probably the best answer I can possibly give. He knows I DO, but thankfully, he still has no idea to what extent the surprise will be. Oh this is just wonderful – in only a few weeks, me and Stan will be married and finally together forever. And the best thing is...is that nothing's gunna stand in the way of us two being happy...together!
"Night night Stan."
"Night night Kyle."
Author's Comments: You have no idea how much I bloody loved writing that chapter considering DARE is my favourite track off this album – so no wonder I added a disco-theme to the story to a disco and partying-type tune. The story goes on...things get a little more...well...you'll find out soon enough.