Le Shawna huffed as she tried to work with the cables of the stage on the lot. She growled as she got some tangled up and felt like giving up. Not from a far was Harold, wearing his scarf and holding his video camera. He sighed as he walked up since earlier, his ex-girlfriend Izzy, had called him for help because her equipment wasn't working and later today, she was going to host a protest. Doing a favor for his ex wasn't the only thing Harold wasn't looking forward to, but it was meeting person-to-person with the girl his ex dumped him for. Harold fixed his scarf a bit and took a deep breath.
"I can do this..." He said to himself.
He turned and headed to the stage, where he saw Le Shawna still messing with the cables. The hefty black female groaned with annoyance as she looked at the cables.
"I went to Harvard for this?!" She said.
Harold took another step and Le Shawna turned her head. She blinked, lifting a brow.
"Harold?" She said.
"Hi..." Harold said awkwardly.
Le Shawna rolled her eyes and said, "I told her not to call you!"
"That's Izzy, but can I help since I'm here...?" Harold asked.
Le Shawna sneered at Harold and said, "I've hired an engineer."
Feeling that burn, Harold felt himself flush with embarrassment and just shrugged.
"Great! Well, nice to have-"
"Wait!" Le Shawna interrupted. She lightly laughed, looking nervous. "She's three hours late..."
Sensing her need of help, Harold puts down his video camera and walked up to the cables, which were connected to the microphones.
"What's the problem?" He asked.
"The samples won't delay, but the cable..." Le Shawna explained.
"There's another way..." Harold said and leaned in to fix the cables up. After moving some cables around, he turned to Le Shawna and pointed to the microphone.
"Say something. Anything." He said.
Getting up, Le Shawna walked to the microphone and gave it a test run. "Test. One, two, three!"
Harold softly groaned and muttered, "Anything but that...Gosh..."
They both stared at each other and there was an awkward silence between the two. The cold breeze blew and they just stared at each other.
"This is weird." Le Shawna finally said.
"It's weird." Harold agreed.
"Very weird." Le Shawna said.
"Fuckin' weird." Harold agreed once more.
"I'm so mad that I don't know what to do!" Le Shawna admitted, "Fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bones and to top it all off, I'm with you!" She said, glaring at Harold.
Harold lift a brow, but he suddenly grinned deviously at Le Shawna. He put his arm around her shoulders, Le Shawna looking at Harold like he was crazy.
"Feel like going insane? Got a fire in your brain? And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?" He asked her.
"As a matter of fact..." Le Shawna admitted and Harold let out a laugh.
"Gosh. Honey, I know this act. It's called 'The Tango: Izzy'." Harold said, smirking at Le Shawna.
Le Shawna stared at Harold, confused. Harold gladly explained what 'The Tango: Izzy' was to the poor confused girl.
"The Tango: Izzy! It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round! As she keeps you dangling~!"
"You're wrong." Le Shawna said stubbornly.
"Your heart; she's mangling!"
"It's different with me!"
"And you toss and you turn 'cause her cold eyes can burn! Yet, you yearn and you churn and rebound!"
"I think I know what you mean..." Le Shawna finally agreed, "The Tango: Izzy!" They both said, shaking their heads.
"Has she ever pouted her lips and called you," Harold asked, perking his lips out and mockingly said, "Pookie?"
"Never." Le Shawna said, looking a bit scared.
"Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?" Harold asked again, lifting a brow.
Harold could see Le Shawna get chills as she said, "This is spooky!" She looked over at Harold and asked, "Did you swoon when she walked through the door?"
"Every time, gosh!" Harold exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He smirked at Le Shawna and leaned in as he whispered, "So be...cautious."
"Did she moon over other boys?" Le Shawna asked, looking scared and nervous.
"More than moon!" Harold said with a laugh.
Le Shawna held her stomach and looked away saying, "I'm getting...nauseous!"
Harold pulled Le Shawna into his arms and they both suddenly started dancing. Le Shawna looked at Harold with confusion and a bit of anger mixed in there. Harold just twitched his eyebrows at her, smiling jokingly. They both started a tango suddenly; Harold doing the leading.
"Where did you learn to tango?" Harold asked.
"With the French Ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porter's." Le Shawna said, smirking. "And you?"
"With Nanette Himmelfarb. The Rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center." Harold answered back, grinning.
Le Shawna lift a brow and turned them around, now her leading the tango. Harold's grin turned into a uncomfortable frown as Le Shawna led the tango.
"It's hard to do this backward, gosh..." He said.
Le Shawna glared at him and said, "You should try it in heels!"
They stopped the dancing and Le Shawna stomped her foot on the ground, crossing her arms. "She cheated!" She screamed.
"She cheated." Harold agreed with her, shaking his head.
"Izzy cheated!" Le Shawna yelled again.
"Fuckin' cheated!" Harold yelled with her.
"I'm defeated! I should give up right now!" Le Shawna said, slumping her shoulders.
Harold patted her shoulders, lightly smiling at her to cheer her up. "Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might."
"I'd fall for her still anyhow..." Le Shawna sighed.
They both looked at each other with sullen looks and said, "When you're dancing her dance, you don't stand a chance! Her grip of romance makes you fall!"
"So you think, 'Might as well'," Harold said with a sigh.
"'Dance a tango to hell!'" Le Shawna finished for him.
"'At least I'll have tangoed at all!'" They both said together, "The Tango: Izzy! Gotta dance 'till your diva is through! You pretend to believe her 'cause in the end, you can't leave her! But the end; it will come! Still, you have to play dumb 'till you're glum and you bum and turn blue!"
"Why do we love when she's mean?" Harold asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"And she can be so obscene!" Le Shawna growled.
Going back to the cables, Harold fiddled with it again. Turning to Le Shawna, he said, "Try the mike!"
Le Shawna went up to the microphone and said into it, "My Izzy..." And the ending of Izzy's name echoed through the lot.
"It patched!" Harold said proudly.
"Thanks..." Le Shawna said, sighing.
"You know, I feel great now!" Harold said happily.
Le Shawna drawled her eyes away, saying, "I feel lousy..."
Suddenly, Le Shawna felt her cellphone ringing and she went to her pockets to pick it up. Flipping it opened, she talked into it, knowing it was her girlfriend, Izzy.
"Hello. Uh-huh. It's OK, Izzy. Honey, we're-" She stopped with her eyes widen suddenly. "Pookie?! You never call me 'Pookie'...Forget it, we're patched."
Le Shawna hung up her cellphone and placed it back in her pocket. She looked back at Harold, who gave her a shrug and a half-smile.
"The Tango: Izzy..." They both said, Le Shawna sighing.
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Author's Notes: More to come, promise. c: