Darien was starting to regret going to the party. It was twelve o'clock and he was just plain bored. He had offered to take Andrew, seeing as he owed him a favor anyway.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,"

Oh GOD! How he hated that song! His teeth ground together.

"And they're like,
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge"

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," And it went on.

Just then did Serena walk in. Wearing the shortest skirt known to humanity. Darien gaped at the pure sight of her, while the boys around him leered at her. And all of a sudden, Darien felt like dancing.

He watched as Serena danced with one, two ... five boys?! Darien took place then. He stood up, and making his way up to he small girl, he started dancing.

Well, that was until a certain blonde found herself attached to Darien at the hip. He looked down in surprise and saw Serena dancing with him; her hands over both their heads. Her eyes were closed and she was dancing away. It was then that Darien's hands shakily took her waist, he wasn't used to this forward Serena.

"Oh, once you get involved,
Everyone will look this way-so,
You must maintain your charm,"

Darien's hand slid up her side, the top shuffling a little bit. Someone behind Serena banged into her, forcing her onto Darien's chest. But he didn't mind in the least. Serena gasped, the familiarity of the chest was ... kind of crazy.

She turned in Darien's arms, rubbing her back against the well-sculpted chest. Darien slid his hands over her flat stomach and over the side of her skirt, tracing a finger around the waist of it.

"Same time maintain your halo,"

And she gasped, her head falling back against his chest. The feeling of his warm fingertips on her creamy skin was doing stuff to her that you hear about in the movies. Both their breathing quickened, Serena's hands falling from the air to his neck, her breasts straining against her tops as her arms bent backwards to hold his neck.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," The line played while the lights went off.

In a moment on passion, Darien's head bent to Serena's neck, his tongue flecking against a sensitive part of it, all the lights around them making images fly, they were only sure of each other and their bodies.

The lights flicked on, and with a flash, Darien darted out of the room, remembering to drag Andrew out with him.
"Sorry, Dare, forgot you hated that song," Andrew muttered.
"No, I just like it too much," Darien seethed.