Shut Up and Dance :: A Rikoss Fic

Shut Up and Dance With Me

A/N: Fuck, guys. This has been quite a ride.

:: Ch. 8; Shut Up and Dance With Me ::

3 years later

After that conversation on the beach, I was unexpectedly filled with this feeling of relief and calmness. I felt like I just suddenly knew that Riker would never leave me.

Don't tell me that I'm expecting too much from this relationship because it's just a feeling that I've been having for awhile.

You see, Riker wanted to marry me. He wanted to be with me. And before I knew it, it was soon becoming just me and him against the world.

And it was perfect.

He didn't propose until our second anniversary.

:: - ::

Riker and I had been together for quite some time. Over three years to be in fact. It's been three years since we've met at that club and fucked the living day lights out of each other. But it's also been three years since we've kissed in that soundproof booth at the music shop, and I realized that I was falling so hard for my blond angel.

But damn, three years. You would think that that isn't really a long time, but to me... Fuck, it felt like a lifetime, and I loved every second of it.

I could vividly remember the day we kissed for the first time without any alcohol in our systems. It was a day filled with anxiety and music and something that I was pretty sure I could call love, even though neither of us knew it at the time.

I could even recall the song that was playing through the record player as our lips melded perfectly with each other.

Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.

That was the song.

That was our song.

Shit, man. It's sometimes weird to think about. You know, having a song. Because three years ago, I would've laughed at the fact of even having a song with someone. I would've never imagined that I'd associate anything with the person I loved. Hell, I never imagined myself being in love with anyone in the first place. I was always known as the "one night stand" kind of guy, but that was before I was brought into this beautiful mess of love. Three years can really change a person, and oh, how these past two years have changed me. I know I'm not the same person I was three years ago. My friends could see it (I still get teased a shit ton. Don't know why I'm friends with them). My family could see it (They happened to be quite happy knowing that I was settling down--in fact, they were very fond of Riker when they first met him). Riker could see it. And shit, even I could see it.

I was more mature and spending my life not holed up in a bar, drinking my cares away. And it was all because of one person. Riker.

It's just so fucking weird, you know? How could one guy change my entire life forever? I don't know how Riker did it, but he managed to fuck me over and turn my whole world upside down. But the thing was... I couldn't have been happier.

We've been through a lot these past couple of years. We had our own share fights because, hey, nobody's perfect, but they were usually over trivial things that shouldn't have been fought over in the first place. But still, we always managed to straighten things out in the end, and I guess that was all that really mattered; that we've always worked things out before they ended up blowing out of proportion.

I moved into Riker's apartment about a year into our relationship. No one questioned it; though, my friends--but mostly Rocky--wondered why I never moved into my boyfriend's apartment sooner. I was convinced that Rocky was just sick of hearing us fuck in my bedroom whenever Riker came over. Funny thing was, we were just loud on purpose; we were just two lovers who wanted to annoy one of our friends. But...what he doesn't know won't hurt him.