Dirty Dancing

2

I sneak off. Decide to explore the surroundings a little when I see Liam struggling to carry two big watermelons. I run up to him.
"Hi."

He turns around
"How'd you get here?"

"I was taking a walk." I shrug.

"Go back." He tells me and starts to turn around, almost dropping both melons.

I reach out and grab one of them.
"Let me help you."

I look over at the building behind us.
"What's up there?"

"No guests allowed. House rules. Why don't you go back to the playhouse?
I saw you dancing with little boss man." He says, shaking his upper body teasingly.

I huff and give him back the melon and turn around to walk away.
"Can you keep a secret? Your parents would kill you. Max would kill me."

I smile and nod my head and he hands me one of the melons to carry.

We head inside and I freeze. My eyes grow wide. Everyone is dancing, groping each other.
Where'd they learn to do that?" I ask in shock.

"Where? I don't know. Kids are doing it in their basements back home. Wanna try it?" He asks.

I shake my head fiercely and he laughs at me.
"Come on, Baby."

We carry the melons to a table in the back of the room. I try to avoid looking at the people grinding each other as we pass them on the dancefloor. We put the melons on the table and watch the people dance.
"Can you imagine dancing like this on the main floor, home of the family fox-trot? Max would close the place down first."

I can't even imagine it. Before I can reply Louis and the brunette enters the room. They greet people and dance their way over the floor.
"That's my mate, Louis Tomlinson. He got me the job here." Liam says.

I watch Louis dance with the brunette.
"They look great together."

"Yeah. You'd think they were
a couple, wouldn't you?" Liam smiles.

"Aren't they?" I question.

"No, not since we were kids." Liam replies.

My breath hitches when Louis comes up to us.
"Yo, mate, what's he doing here?" He asks and gives me a once over.

"He came with me. He's with me." Liam replies.

"I carried a watermelon." I say out loud and he gives me an odd look before he returns to the dancefloor without another word.

"I carried a watermelon?" I whisper to myself. Why did I say that? What's wrong with me?

I try to brush off the embarrassment and sway to the music while I watch them dance. Suddenly Louis stands in front of me again, all sweaty and sexy. He smiles and signs for me to join him on the dancefloor. I blush but comply.
"Bend your knees. Down. Watch. Watch my eyes. Good. That's better." He instructs me while I try to roll my hips as he does.

I look around at the others and try to copy them, which only makes me hump the air.
He shakes his head. Looks amused. Then he shows me how to do it.
"Good. Now roll this way."

I copy him.
"Now watch. Look."

He does a combination of rolling his hips while he humps. I copy him. He smiles and throws my arms around his neck and we start to dance, humping and grinding and rolling our hips.

When the song is finished he smiles at me and walks away, leaving me alone on the dancefloor. I'm flushed, high on adrenaline. Clapping my hands.

I return to the cabin shortly thereafter and sneak inside to not wake up my parents.

The next morning Gemma and I take a walk around to see what kind of games they have on the schedule for the day. I see Niall with his megaphone.
"Ladies, join our hair-raising wig show. Try your Sandra Dee, Jackie Kennedy, or Elizabeth Taylor-Cleopatra wig."

Gemma looks at me and I nod my head with a smile. I've always loved to dress up. We take a chair and put our wigs on. Niall walks around and continues to ramble into his microphone, mixing compliments with information.
"I'll knock with three. Look at that cute fella. Look at these hands. They're golden hands. My God, it's Cleopatra! I feel like such an asp. You look ten years younger. At 10.15, by the pool, we have calisthenics.
Then on the west porch, we have
a symposium by Rabbi Maurice Sherman on the psychology of insult comedians."

Robbie, the waiter from last night's dinner shows up and leans over my sister's dressing table with a sleazy smile.
"So I say, Ask not what your waiter can do for you... but what you can do for your waiter. If tips keep up, I'll have enough for my Alfa Romeo. That's my favorite car."

My sister giggles and I have to control an eye roll. All of a sudden Louis shows up. I immediately remove the wig and fix my curls but he doesn't as much as glance at me.
"Ladies, you look very lovely."

He talks to the brunette. I can't hear what they're saying but it doesn't feel right to eavesdrop anyway.
"Baby, would you cover for me tonight? Tell Mom and Dad I went to lie down." Gemma asks out of the blue.

"Where are you going?" I question.

"To the golf course. There's a pretty view from the first tee." Gemma replies and I nod my head in agreement.

"Good. Thanks." My sister smiles.

Louis leaves and I see an opportunity to talk to the female dance teacher.
"Hi, I'm Baby."

She looks at me oddly.
"I'm Eleanor."

"So you were really with the New England dance studio? I think you're a wonderful dancer." I blurt out, totally starstruck.

"Yeah? Well, my mother kicked me out when I was 16. I've been dancing ever since. It's the only thing I ever wanted to do anyway." She snorts.

"I envy you." I breathe out and she kind of smiles at me before she walks away.