Project: Getting revenge

Dance practice and snooping

"What are you suggesting?" I ask suspiciously.
"Well firstly you need to go on a proper date."
"A- date?" asks Daniel.
"Yes Daniel, a date, I presume you have been on them." Says Mel.
"Of course I have." he scoffs.
"Right. Now I would suggest going to McDonalds or something, so you can bond."

"What about the movies?"
"They could go ice skating! So romantic!"
"Oh! Why don't they go ballroom dancing!" Says Mike.
"No!" we both shout.
"I will do your stupid Ice skating and movies, but I draw the line at ballroom dancing." says Daniel.

"I think it would be fun." says Mel.
"Really? Then why don't you two join us?" I say.
"Well... I don't think... We really don't need..."
I smile triumphantly.
"Lets do it then. A double date. Us, you. Ballroom dancing lessons."
"Why'd you have to suggest that for?" Whispers Mel.
"You did say 'it'd be fun.'
"Humph."
He laughs at her.
"So after school tomorrow?"
"Sure."

We get into our cars, and drive home.
"As soon as we get inside, we're practicing for tomorrow." I say to Daniel.
"Good idea."
We go to my room, and I hurry to the lounge and look through mums classical music collection.
I find a CD that looks alright and go back to the room.
I hand it to Daniel, who puts it in the CD player.

We stand up awkwardly.
The music starts, and we awkwardly sway in time to the music.
"Yeah, not happening." I turn the music off, and Daniel sits on the couch.

I make us hot chocolate and I glance at the front door.
Mike and Mel walk in, but they haven't seen us yet.
I watch as they go over to where the music is kept, and they pick up a CD and put it on.
"Looks like someone wants practice too!" I whisper to Daniel.

As we watch, we are finding it hard to stop ourselves from laughing. They are terrible, and keep falling over there feet.
Suddenly, Mike looks over and spots us.
"Daniel, Phoebe!" he calls.
I give Daniel a panicked expression and we rush out.
I hide in the bushes outside, and see Daniels shoes running past. I yank his ankle, and drag him into the bush.
"Oi- oh, it's you."

"Ya."
"Why'd you leave me behind?"
"You think I wanted to be found there when I'd been caught snooping?"
"But what about me?" He asks indignantly.
"What about you?"
He huffs. "What?" I ask, laughing.
"Come on, i think it's safe."