A/N: If i forgot to mention this in my previous chapters/fanfics, i do NOT own Metajets [Actually, i see absolutely no point in putting disclaimer messages. this site, is, after all, called Fan Fiction. Fan means - well, you like that novel/movie/cartoon/etc., and fiction means it has not happened on this category (novel/movie/cartoon/etc.) so obviously - well, drop it. anyway, just worte to tell you that the moves here, i do not own either, because i took their referece form the Valentine's Day Tango mentioned in "Another Cinderella Story" which was performed by Drew Seely and Selena Gomez...

Hayloft Kids

15: Punch and Tangos

I choked on my punch when a beautiful, beautiful, girl slowly, slowly, sashayed across the dance floor. Her waist looked thin and sexy, her hips slowly swayed from right to left, left to right. That dress and those shoes looked familiar.

At first, she looked like a complete stranger. A real-life Cinderella. But I looked closer, and I saw someone. Someone I really, really, liked, and possibly loved. There were the same fun-loving eyes, the cute nose, and the blonde hair that was down now. I knew the simple jewellery she was wearing was her Mom's. Maggie looked so grown up, so hot. But she also looked young and sweet and calm.

Calm. Oh no. she was acting cool and my ears were singed off from the blush I had on. I closed my mouth.

She only had some mascara and lip gloss on. But she still was so, so, beautiful. I was running out of descriptions. Her elegant black dress skimmed over a waist and hips I'd only imagined to exist. She had curves that were a new discovery. Her legs – call it sexist – looked white and smooth and soft.

I shakily put the punch I was drinking on a nearby table. She walked up to me. Everything about her glittered; her dress, her shoes, her jewellery, her eyes. Another thing that was attention-drawing didn't glitter; it was her neck. It was long and smooth and white. I gulped and nervously looked around. Zak and Trey looked shocked, too. But it wasn't a look that said 'look, she's hot, I'll go and try to get her'. They were just surprised. Who wouldn't be with the transformation?

Just then a tango started. My palms were sweaty.

Without a word Maggie curtsied to me. I bowed.

My right hand held her waist, and my left hand gripped her right. She had her left hand on my shoulder. Then we went off. As I remember it perfectly clear, I'll try to narrate.

It's hard to explain what we did, b

First, twisting her left ankle, she lightly drew a semicircle on the floor with her right foot.

Then I pulled up to a snap.

I went back, she went forward. My left foot and her right were parallel.

I stepped back, crossed my right leg over my leg, uncrossed, and stepped close again.

She wiggled her butt, folded her right leg up behind her, and brought it back down again, this time thrusting it forward, past my left leg.

She bent down and circled the floor with her right leg again.

We drew up.

Then her right leg stepped forward, and my left back.

I stepped back and strode a step with my right leg.

The, we just froze for a moment. Our eyes flashed at each other. I saw her mile-log eyelashes up close for the first time. And then I twirled her around.

Maggie's golden hair flew around, shining and gleaming in the dim light. I was enchanted.

She sharply pulled back, and I stepped backwards, then left. She stepped forwards and right.

I stepped forward, and right. She stepped back then left.

Then she took a first step, sliding her right foot around my right, then pulling it back.

We danced to from a square for a while. Then our feet (my left and her right) circled counter clockwise and she bent down, her right leg behind her. I pulled her up and twirled again.

Then she hooked her left leg around my right thigh and lifted her right foot. God, how did she learn to do that?

We danced in a square again. Then she stepped forward twice and her right foot quickly snapped around my right leg again.

Her left foot was raised, and she used my raised right foot as a quick ledge. She used it to hop once, and then she spun again.

I lifted her and swung her around, counter clockwise. She hooked both legs around my waist and I swung her again, clockwise this time. She put her feet down.

Then she did a triple twirl. She folded her arms in front of her and her gown looked beautiful, flying into a glittery, shimmery, silver, green, pink and white cloud. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, she was standing right in front of me. She put her right hand to my face and stroked the whole length of my cheek. Then she walked away slowly. In a daze, I watched her dance away. I noticed the back of her dress was low and open. Then I just floated towards the door for some fresh air.