Homecoming 2012

[goodgollyalex]

"Alright!" Shoshana said over the music before exaggerating more on her dance moves. She was being herself - happy, content and funny. There was no attention required from anyone else but Derek. She was basically opening her heart and self to show him what life would be like if they weren't competing against each other.

She laughed and pulled them into a row because Gangnam Style obviously settled people into rows to have enough room to dance in unison. It resembled to the electric slide. Shana did her best to remember the dance moves and if she forgot she could just look at the best dancer around. Although her eyes were mostly on Derek and how cute he looked when he was having fun and dancing. There was something so attractive about a man dancing and dancing without a care.

ooc; PLUSHEEN! Aw.

[Derek Mathaw]

He liked this. This felt free and ridiculously fun. He hadn't really danced like this at other homecomings - in fact, his other homecomings were nothing like this. The dates he had then would often just drag him around to parade in front of their friends the captain of the lacrosse team and spend the whole night gossiping instead of actually dancing, which was what you're supposed to do at homecoming. They goofed around with Gangnam dancing, him looking like a totally ridiculous fool and her looking like an actually competent dancer. Figures he would suck at even the easiest of dances.

After Gangnam style was over, he gave her a look that said, "I need a break," and took her hand. Leading her away from the speakers, where it wouldn't be so loud, he said, "That took a lot out of me," with a dramatic swish of his hand across his forehead, as if wiping away sweat. "Do you want a punch?"

[goodgollyalex]

Shoshana was breathing heavy after the song was finished. She had little beads of sweat on her forehead. There was a really, big and excited smile on her face as she tried catching her breath. Her hand was placed on the space between her neck and chest.

"Yes, I'm parched!" she said laughing before dragging herself toward the table of drinks. She took him by the hand almost skipping toward it. All the adrenaline was inside of her. Shana could either be made happier or angry, but that would be his call. At the moment, she was tired and thirsty. "You're a great dancer, by the way." she complimented as she swept her hair to the side, exposing the side of her neck.

[Derek Mathaw]

When she said yes to punch, he knocked her softly in the shoulder and winked. "There ya go," he joked, then laughed. "Ha-ha, I'm punny," he informed her as he poured her a glass of punch. The plastic glasses were supposed to look classy, like little champagne flutes, but they were a bit flimsy. He sipped out of his own, and felt fancy. He winked at her and held his glass out. "A toast, to... to..." he trailed off, unable to think of a toast to give. He was distracted.

The swoop of her neck got him thinking, of how soft her skin looked and how equally smooth and silky her lips were. He realized how much he wanted to kiss her neck, her cheek, her lips - but he stopped his thoughts abruptly. What was this? He couldn't just go around wanting to kiss Shoshana, his biggest competition ever. He furrowed his brow and just popped a toast off of the top of his head. "A toast to going to homecoming as friends, and having the best time dancing," he blurted, then nodded his head to her and touched their glasses lightly.

[Esme Russel]

Esme was pregnant at homecoming last year, albeit she was much farther along by this point, so she was already use to having to say no to the super tight revealing dress that she originally planned on wearing and saying hello to something a little looser though the dress that she ended up choosing wasn't loose at all. It was tighter on her stomach area which made her tiny 11 week pregnancy bloat looked more like a legitimate pregnant baby bump; not in the later months, of course but she definitely looked bigger than she actually was which was not exactly flattering but Jonathan had told her that she looked good in it so she assumed that he was telling her the truth. Why in the world would he lie to her? Besides the obvious reasons like he knew that they had rented a hotel room and he had to know that he would not be getting laid if he made his highly hormonal pregnant wife cry on their homecoming night.

She had cheered in the game so she had been worried that they would not have time to do everything that they needed to do but somehow they managed just in time. The limo ride had been amazing despite Elliot being there because she had Raine, Jett, Danny, Estelle, Liam and Jon to talk to though she spent most of her time kissing Jon and snuggling into his chest like a pathetic clingy wife adorable pregnant sleepy girl. She really was tired out from cheering though which she knew wasn't going to be exactly fair for Jonathan so she was forcing a big bright 'everything is cool' smile on her face.

She didn't want to ruin his night so she wasn't going to play the 'I'm pregnant and tired' card especially when this was one of the few nights that they had alone. She was standing next to him with her head rested on his chest and her eyes were closed so she was slowly drifting off to sleep. She only woke up because she almost fell asleep.. Oops. "Babe, do you wanna get something to drink? I could really go for some punch and maybe a cookie.." She was trying to hint at it that he should bring her some.

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Jett had been so ecstatic for tonight. The game went amazingly because everyone was fantastic on the field. And not to mention the fact that the guy's asses all look awesome in their uniforms, not that Jett would ever.. EVER admit. He thought the limo ride to the school was fun as hell because all of his friends were in their group plus Danny which was why he hadn't stopped smiling.

Now, sitting in the gym and looking at everyone and everything in it, he was so amped up to get out and dance with Esme, Raine, and hopefully Danny too. Everyone else was already out on the floor or talking to other friends, and he and Danny were sitting at a far table like the lonely bachelors they were. He was itching to ask him if he wanted to go out and dance with him, but that would seem a little... sketchy.

Which is why he was glad when Danny had asked. It didn't seem as weird since he had asked first. Jett nodded and stood up, smoothing out his silky suit. He looked to Danny who was taking off his jacket and looking like he was having difficulty doing so. Jett laughed a little when he asked for help getting it off, which he jumped to do. "I hate wearing these things, dude. I feel so.. constricted." Once he had pulled off, he couldn't help but think of what else he could pull off from his body.

What the fuck? No. No. Jett shook the thought from his mind, guys weren't supposed to think like that anyway! There had to be something wrong with his brain lately because.. well, whatever. He pulled Danny up by the hand without thinking how that looked and followed him to the floor where there was a small sea of students busting out their crazy moves. He had heard, but never seen, that Danny was a fantastic dancer. The idea made him even more nervous. "Fuck, man. I'm such a bad dancer." He chuckled.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny smiled up at Jett when he helped him remove the jacket. "Dude I know.. if it weren't a formal dance, I'd be here in a tee shirt. But hey, gotta look fresh," he said as he stood and draped his jacket over the back of the chair. Jett had pulled him to his feet, but they'd quickly dropped hands.

As they reached the dancefloor, Danny's foot immediately started tapping. The beat was strong and heavy.. this was something he could dance to. When Jett started talking, Danny moved closer. If anyone were to ask, it was so he could hear him speak. But honestly, he just wanted to be closer. "What? No, impossible. I'm sure you're great," he said in response to Jett's comment about being a bad dancer. And if he really was a bad dancer, Danny was more than willing to give him a few pointers.

"You want me to show you?" He asked in a purposely cocky tone before placing his hands on Jett's shoulders. "Here, step that foot back then.." Suddenly, the music changed. That heavy beat as gone, and so was the overall loudness of the music. It had switched to a slow song. Truthfully, Danny and Jett had been standing far enough apart to where Danny's hands on Jett's shoulders looked like nothing. It was just a guy showing another guy a cool dance move. But now that the song had changed..

[goodgollyalex]

Shoshana laughed when he punched her, "Hey!" she smiled closed before looking to him. She sighed deeply before realizing what she was doing. To cover it up, Shana acted as if she were catching her breath. She then took her drink and looked up to him with widened eyes as he began to make a toast but stopped suddenly. Why?

She then shifted her eyes to the side of her bare neck. Oh that was why! she then moved her hair behind her back to flip it back to normal but it ended up moving out of her neck. Shoshana grunted, well, she thought she had done so inside but she did it outside. She sounded like an angry caveman. "It was my throat, I can hardly catch my breath." she said that little feeble.

She held her glass up high and proud as she awaited for what he was toasting for but her smile then faded slightly. Did he have to keep repeating that? Or was it just something he missed and he was having trouble remembering? Or maybe it was because Derek was trying to lie to himself but he was really feeling something for her? Was this date even genuine?

The look on Shoshana's face suddenly seemed cross. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and her lips were pursed tightly together. However, she said nothing and simply nodded. She smiled ever so gracefully but it was obvious her smile wasn't authentic. Was it because she was younger than him? Was he ashamed of that? She just couldn't take those sweet words he had said to her back at Town Square.

[Derek Mathaw]

Derek downed his entire glass of punch in one gulp, then poured himself another. He was extremely thirsty and nervous and embarrassed and - was she looking particularly upset to anyone else? He frowned, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but when she regained her composure, he did as well. Whatever that was, he was sure he'd find out later. Maybe it was because his toast wasn't all that amazing or fantastic. Maybe it was because she caught him staring at her neck? he felt like such a guy when he did that, but he couldn't help admiring her beauty... "Are you okay?" he asked, offering a wavering smile.

[goodgollyalex]

When Derek asked what was wrong, Shoshana turned to look him in the eyes and shook her head. "Nothing's wrong, it's just that the punch tasted a little strange but it's because I was so thirsty." she took another sip from it but ended up drinking all of it up in one gulp. Shana shifted her eyes down at the empty cup before widening them. She threw it away as if she were pitching a throw to the ground. Well, not that harsh but one gets the idea.

She then suddenly felt sleepy eyed, like when you were upset and your eyes were heavy. It must have also been the pounds of make up she was wearing on her eyes. It wasn't very like her to wear all that amount of make up there. Shana's heart felt clenched on the contrary to the way it was feeling while she was dancing. Maybe it was best if they had continued dancing and speaking minimum. She really loved the way Derek spoke but hearing him say these things repeatedly was becoming painful.

Shoshana looked forward, crossing her arms and blinking her eyes. She was getting somewhat misty eyed. "...I need fresh air, I'll be right back." she said, walking toward the door and walking out.