Project: Getting revenge

Dancing💃🏻

"You guys ready to get your asses whipped at dancing?" I ask the pair. They are dressed in  brightly coloured matching costumes, clad with gemstones and ribbons.

"Only if you are." Says Mike.

I look at Daniel, and we look back at them, and start snickering.

Then we begin full on laughing. "You- guys- look- hilarious!" They scowl at us. "Hey, this is what everyone wears here."

"Yeah, I can see that." I say between laughs. Looking around, as people walk past us, wearing the same costumes.

"Shut up." Snaps Melanie.

"We're fine." Laughs Daniel. After a few minutes we stop.

"Okay, we're done." Daniel says.

"Finally." Mel says with a groan.

We walk into the building, and go to the instructor. She smiles at us. "Ah, you two must be for the advanced class?" She says to Mike and Mel.

"No actually we are-" she cuts them off.

"Just down the end of the hall dearies. I'll just get these two started in the beginners class." Mike and Mel have equally horrified looks, as they walk down the corridor.

"Have fun you two!" Me and Daniel say, laughing.

The instructor stands at the front, giving help, but mostly leaves us to it.

At first, we hold each other at arms length, but the instructor quickly stops that, telling us to get closer together.

It was still very awkward though, pressed against each other, to the beat of slow dancing music.

We do all different types of formal dancing: The Salsa, Waltz, Tango; until our feet hurt, and our arms get tired of holding one and other.

After our lessons, we feel like experts, but as the instructor kindly reminded us, "you are only beginners."

We meet up with the other two to discuss our lesson.

"So, how did you two go?" Daniel asks with a smirk.

"You see this bruise on my leg? That is from Mike; he keeps dropping me, when we do spins!"

"And you see this hand shaped mark on my face? That's from Mel. She can be one feisty minx when she's angry."

I snicker. "You see this hard on? That's from Phoebe." says Daniel with a smirk.

"Daniel!" I gasp, slapping his arm. "What? Its true." He says matter of a factly.

"Well, it seems you two bonded in your date." Says Mike, dryly.

"Yep, were like atoms, inseparable." says Daniel.

"Um, Daniel, I think that's Compounds."

"So? that's not the point!"

"And what is the point?"

"The point is that we are inseparable."

I take a step away from him. "Oh, would you look at that, I guess we are seperable after all." I say sarcastically.

He grins. "Well, that's what you think, anyway. But that will change, my dear."

A/N
So, I've been thinking... Who can come up with a ship name for Mike and Mel and Daniel and Phoebe? ;)

Daphbe?

Mlike?