Hi guys: I do realize this is a short chapter, I had a hardcore time writing it. I could never get it right, so here is my best attempt. /. I just want to thank you guys who have added my story to their alerts and who have reviewed! You guys are so sweet! (: Keep it coming! I am going to try to keep a pretty regular update schedule just because I am really into writing this story. Anywho, music: (obviously) PYT - Michael Jackson, Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte. By the way, I do not intend for this to be a song fic by any means, but I might throw a lyric or two in there if I find it truly amazing and right now, PYT is truley amazing. (: So, enjoy and review!

EPOV

"Hi." I managed to squeak out after the initial shock radiated over my body. I am sure I sounded like a 15 year old boy to her, but she caught me off guard, this wasn't exactly how I pictured us meeting for the first time.

"Hi." Even in the bass filled atmosphere of the club, I could hear the softness of her voice. She looked amazing. Her dress left little to imagine, but she wore it well, she wore it with confidence and that was a huge turn on. We kept making eye contact, exchanging awkward glances until she finally spoke.

"You've done a really great job here. Thanks for inviting me." Her eyelashes fluttered as she tossed her hair absentmindly over her shoulder. I nodded in agreement, "Thanks, this has been my baby for a long time. I'm proud of it." I am sure I beamed like a proud father, but I was. I had lived and breathed for this club, trying to convince investors that it was a good idea, and clearly, I was right.

We continued to sit together, making small talk, enjoying the music, enjoying the atmosphere. It felt like I had known her forever, she made me feel comfortable. We had been swaying to the music in our booth, not really caring about what the DJ played. The music all ran together, until the DJ decided to play Michael Jackson.

You know make me feel so good inside; I've always wanted a girl like you, a PYT…

Her eyes lit up, "This is my song!" She grabbed my hand as she scurried to the dance floor and began swaying to the beat of the song. It was an upbeat, 80's throwback that was easy to move to. As the dance floor became more crowded, she shortened the gap between us until we practically moved together. Her gyrations were the perfect complement to mine.

I want to love you, pretty young thing, you need some lovin', tender lovin' care…

Her friends had somehow found us on the packed dance, and together they sang every word in unison with the track. Although, her friends were there, her attention never faltered from me. Her eyes held me in a trance as she pushed her hair from her face. We close enough I could smell her strawberry shampoo. I generally didn't find myself so wrapped up in a girl so soon, but something about her was different…

BPOV

We had been sitting in the booth for quite a while, discussing random things from a girl's dress choice to what baseball team we preferred. I liked him instantly. He was easy to talk to and he seemed trustworthy. It was hard to find a guy that wasn't just looking to score, and my instincts told me he was different than all of them. We had bobbed our heads to the infectious beats of the music all night, never really wanting to get up dance, but when I heard that familiar tune, it was hard to control myself.

You make me feel so good inside, always wanted a girl just like, such a PYT…

I am sure that I squealed as I grabbed his hand and lead him to the dance floor. I had always been a Michael Jackson fan, but this was by far my favorite song. It was easy to dance to and I easily sung my hips to the beat of the song. At first I doubted his ability to meet my pace, but he easily fell into the rhythm I created. The dance floor quickly filled up, and my friends easily found me.

All my friends seemed to be enjoying themselves; they had all found well dressed guys to dance with. As the song progressed, we started to sing every word; even though this song was released when we were still in diapers, it had been sort of a soundtrack during college for us. It reminded all of us of good times, and was always an excuse to hit the dance floor.

You need some lovin, tender lovin' care, and I'll take you there…

Even though there were plenty of distractions on the floor, I kept my attention on him and he kept his on me. It was as if we were the only two in the club. When he looked at me, I swear he could see right through me, and that was an exhilarating feeling. I could tell there was potential for something to be started, but I didn't want to fall for a guy, not this soon.