November 12, 2012: B
"You're insecure, don't know what for," Lissa began, flinging her arms out and making a clueless face. I chuckled.
"You're turning heads when you walk through the door," J.J continued, turning her head to the side as Lissa mimed walking. Ratchet cracked up, and I shook my head, facepalming.
"Don't need make-up," Lissa mimed putting on make-up.
"To cover up," J.J sang, covering her face with her hands.
"Being the way that you are is enough," they both sang, striking exaggerated poses.
"Everyone else in the room can see it." They gestured around the cafeteria.
"Everyone else but you," they both pointed to some random guy, who laughed and fist pumped. I rolled my eyes, waiting for them to stop, a smile playing on my lips.
"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else," they gestured to themselves.
"The way that you flip my hair makes me overwhelmed," they pointed to me and flipped their hair. I scoffed, pointedly running a hand through my hair. Lissa grinned.
"But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell," J.J sang, and they both made exaggerated movements.
"You don't know-oh-oh," Lissa sang, and they pointed to the guy again, and he grinned, bowing this time. Some people cheered. J.J giggled.
"You don't know you're beautiful!" They both finished, smiling and winking. Ratchet whooped, and I rolled my eyes, clapping.
Then they began to sing Call Me Maybe, and I grinned, clapping and laughing. It was so stupid, it was hilarious. I glanced down in embarrassment as they sang, because Ratchet was singing along with them and being a complete idiot.
Gah. Even worse than the dance moves is the songs. WHY, FLUFFY? WHY? WHY ONE DIRECTION?
~Anna Ride