Perfect Synergy

"Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm." – Robert Louis Stevenson

How I longed for a night like that night. A night where I could dance my troubles away and forget about my shitty situation. And I was with my odd mutant family, a raucous group to boot. On my left arm was the bouncy blonde I had grown to love and adore and we were flanked by Sean and Alex. Hank, of course, stayed to the back and out of sight. I didn't know why, he looked hot. Absolutely steaming, in fact. As we pushed open the doors to the Peppermint Lounge we were immediately greeted by exceptionally ear shattering music. A smile teased my lips, Raven squealed beside me. She was so freaking adorable. She ran over to the bar and got herself a mojito, she then dragged me over towards the little girls room.

"You're going to dance with Hank tonight, right?" She asked, sipping her mojito through a straw.

I rolled my eyes. "All the blood in that boy's body would rush to his head so fast that he would faint. Maybe I'll ask Alex to dance."

A fist connected with my arm and I turned to see Alex glaring at me. Ow? I rubbed my throbbing appendage. Boy knew how to throw a punch.

"You're dancing with puppy dog eyes over there." Alex practically threatened with a thumb jab towards Hank who was talking timidly with Sean. He glanced over towards us and I winked at him. His face immediately flushed and he looked away again.

Back to Alex, I gave him a shrug. "I like it when guys ask me to dance. Shows initiative and intent. If Hank asks me to dance with him then I will more than likely definitely oblige." I punched Alex in the arm and wandered off to the middle of the dance floor to mingle with some guys that caught my eye. With one last glance to Hank I saw two sad orbs looking at me as if I ripped out his heart. Sorry Hank, but this is for your own good. You need to learn to fight for what you want.

"You boys mind if I dance with you?" I asked the three boys I had targeted.

They looked at me as if I was a godsend and nodded sluggishly. Child's play. I didn't even need to use any of my feminine wiles to charm them. Shame. I had few of them and I liked to use them whenever I had the chance. After a moment or two I felt eyes on me so I looked up. Hank was sitting at the bar giving me those sad eyes again. I couldn't give in. I really couldn't. It would do nothing for Hank to give in now. I gave him a suggestive wink and continued my dance.

I danced with those boys for about two minutes before their hands started to wander. I wanted to dance, not get felt up by a couple of sweaty guys. So I switched to a chiller looking couple of guys and they were still just as happy to oblige. They were definitely more fun to dance with, but I really wanted to dance with Hank. I couldn't try to find him though, that would give away my intentions. Not that he would realize my intentions. That's what I truly loved about him; he didn't play games of the heart. Maybe... just for that night. I wish he did.

So I looked for him again, anyway. He was wallowing at the bar and talking to some man I hadn't registered being there before. I couldn't see his face, but I hoped he'd look my way soon. I don't want to dance with these yahoo's, Hank. Get over here already!

Eventually I gave up hope. I hate to admit it, but I gave up on Hank for a bit. I focused on the guy I was dancing with. But after about ten minutes of dancing with some hot dude I'll never remember the name of he suddenly stopped.

"Excuse me, that's my girl you're dancing with." Some dreamy sounding guy said to my right. I turned to see some brown haired blue eyed rocker boy smoking a cigarette, practically exuding confidence. It took me a second to realize that that rocker boy was none other than Hank. I practically melted where I stood. Oh dear Lord, take me now.

The guy I was dancing with, and trying to get away from, barely paid him any notice, "Do you seriously think a girl like her would dance with a guy like you?" He then grabbed my ass and pulled my hips firmly against his. God how I hated guys like him. My ass isn't dough and I'm pretty sure you ain't the muffin man.

"Do you seriously think she'd rather dance with you? You give a new meaning to the phrase, 'face only a mother could love'." Hank retorted. Oh my lord, I loved him. So bad.

I looked up at the blockhead who was itching to do me in front of everyone; his jaw was on the floor. Hank was sexy when he was confident. Or when he was just, y'know, breathing. He held out a hand to me, I bit my lip and I took it. Gladly. He pulled me away from the pig that still hadn't composed himself and pulled me away into the densest part of the dance floor. He placed his hand on my waist and I laid mine on his shoulder. We swayed for a bit, and I can honestly say that I've never been happier.

Sadly, it was too good to last. After about five seconds of that he started blushing uncontrollably and his breath grew labored. Quickly after ran off to the side lines to some couches. He sat down on one, pressing his palms into his eye sockets and putting out the cigarette he lit. I'm guessing he lit up just to look tougher. It helped. But I preferred him when he was his most honest. I sighed, smiled, and sat down next to him.

Hank didn't look at me at first. That was fine. I'd rather be with him in a setting that made him feel more comfortable and gradually come back to neutral. I pulled his hands away from his face, holding them in my lap, letting him know I was there for him. Eventually he looked at me with confused eyes. "I've never done anything like that. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever. It... it felt strange."

Not even thinking, I placed my hands on either side of Hank's face and gently pressed my lips against his. After pulling back I connected my gaze with him again. "Hank, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen anyone do. Your confidence was through the roof and you looked like you would've punched that guy square in the face." I was about to myself.

"I wanted to!" He exclaimed, surprising me just a smidge. "The way he was looking at you wasn't right at all!"

Oh I could kiss that boy again. So I did. Upon pulling away I looked up and- he was so flustered, I don't think that first kiss registered with him at all. He was so cute. I smiled at him before pressing my forehead against his. "And that's why I adore you Hank, you seem to know what's best for me even when I'm being a reckless dumbass. Don't doubt what you can do, ever, because that confidence you exhibited is what you deserve."

If I didn't know any better, and I didn't, I'd swear Hank was about to cry. I think he was having a stimulus overload. From the loud music to his inevitable fainting, that boy looked like he was going to have a breakdown. I gently squeezed his hand and out of the corner of my eye I saw an 'EXIT' sign. Standing abruptly I pulled him towards it. He needed some air. Once he saw where I was taking him he practically charged at the door. I laughed once we were outside, knowing we were finally able to talk properly. We were completely alone. It would've been romantic if Hank wasn't busy having a panic attack. He sat down against the brick wall to the club and I sat down beside him.

"You actually feel that way about me?" He said quietly, tugging at the cuffs of his dress shirt. I'm glad he was finally settling down.

I smiled sincerely. "Of course! Just because you're different doesn't mean that you-"

"No... I mean... you... y-you... like me...?"

Did he seriously say that? I smiled to myself.

I smacked the back of his head and kissed him again. "You're the dumbest smart guy I know." I felt his lips curl upwards in a smile against mine. And I knew everything was just absolutely perfect, for that moment in time. Before that night I had never experienced such a genuine kiss. I could practically feel our chemistry burning. It was a liberating feeling and at the same time it made me want to tie my little finger to Hank's and never let him go. He gently ran his fingers through my hair and held my head so we could kiss a bit longer, and a little bit harder. Randomly, he'd pull me closer and I can say that I was pleasantly surprised. He knew how to go with the flow. Eventually, we parted and smiled at each other. Still the most blissful kiss I'd ever felt. Feeling content, I rested my head against his shoulder and we remained as such for I don't know how long. But we didn't care.

After a while we decided to head back on in. Our hands were laced together perfectly. And I know it's going to sound cheesy when I tell you that my hand was the perfect fit for his. It was pure hand holding magic. I'd grabbed hold of his hand just the other day but that didn't even compare. He stood and helped me to my feet, which I greatly appreciated since my feet were a bit achy from the heels. Just as we got inside I immediately spotted Raven drinking a daiquiri while dancing with a couple of girls she probably met at the bar. Alex and Sean, well, they were busy dancing the hell out of the dance floor like complete morons. Their friendship was so utterly brilliant. I couldn't help but smile. I then headed straight towards Raven who was giggling her cute little batoot off. Wow. I grabbed her hand and yanked her towards the dancing boys with Hank's hand still holding mine. Not even paying the slightest bit of attention to the whining girls we were leaving behind.

"Heeeey, those girls were cooool!" She protested, obviously drunk. How many drinks did this little twig consume while Hank and I were making sparks fly?

"No they weren't. Besides, we're much cooler."

"Truuue!" She exclaimed, giggling ever the more. Raven sure was a handful but damn was she adorable.

As we approached the rest of our carnie crowd they stopped dancing. "Don't tell me we're leaving already!" Sean whined. I was about to say yes when the best song ever played on the juke.

"TWIIIIIST!" Several people screamed excitedly. Rightfully so! Twist was the best thing since canned pop. Everyone got up and to dance along. Even shy little Hank was twisting it with the best of them.

I looked over to him and smiled. He was so loose and free. He smiled back in my direction. I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing him quickly, hoping no one would notice. Of course, like that could happen. Raven noticed.

"Oh. My. God. They kissed!" She screamed, getting a few confused glances from people around us. I actually blushed. I looked at Hank again, he was laughing. Since when did we switch personalities?

"You're such a freaking jerk!" I nearly squealed as I lightly shoved my sexy boy. Hank laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. For that one night, everything was absolutely perfect. Looking at the boy who filled me with such joy I couldn't imagine a day getting any better.