The Dance-Off
Song: Party Rock Anthem or California Girls
(A/N: Be being a major Fang fan, I usually don't do these kind of chapters, but you guys requested...)
Dylan
So me, Fang, and Max walk into a club. Yeah, sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, doesn't it?
But sadly, it wasn't.
Fang's arm was around Max's waist, and I was going because I just can't stand to be away from her. The music blared into my ears. Max looked beautiful as always, in a loose fitting short, glittery, red dress.
I saw some guys dancing in the middle of the floor, and I nudged Max.
"Hey, wanna go dance?" I asked, or rather, shouted. She looked at me distatefully.
Fang appeared from her other side. He left Max's side to stand closer to me.
"You just can't ask my girlfriend to dance, Dylan. She doesn't even like you."
He said. I clenched my fists, trying to control my anger.
"Dance-off." I said. Fang stepped back.
"I'd rather just beat your face in. But fine, clone boy." he replied.
And let me say, I highly underestimated his dancing.
Fang
I hate dancing.
It all started when Max found me dancing crazily on my bed when Jeb was still around.
"What are you doing, fighting a headless chicken?" Max laughed. I froze.
"Uh...no...I was dancing."
"Right." She was still laughing.
But I'd sharpened since then. I knew that everyone, including Max, was watching us.
Therefore, I couldn't be beat.
Max
As I watched the two (clueless) guys dance off, I escaped the humid club into the frosty night air. They really think that they can win me by whoever wins a dance contest? A tall guy with light brown hair and dark green eyes walked up.
"Saw your friends bustin' moves in there for you. Why are you out here?" He asked good-naturedly.
"They're both stupid if they think that they can win me that way." I replied coldly. The guy laughed.
"Yeah, we can be that way."
Unfortunatly, yes.