\True/ A 4x story (COMPLETE)

Chapter 7 (the dance)

My bestie, (@theoneandonlyEqual) wrote some of this, cred to her.
Four sat in his room.
The noises of building and tearing down nonstop were causing him to lose his sleep.
He headed to his bathroom and put on his bow tie.
It was Friday.
The date.

(X's perspective)
Why was dinner so late?
I questioned while watching Jeopardy.
"This novel by Andy Weir about an astronaut stuck on Mars was originally self-published"
Was the question.
I grinned. "The Martian!!"
My phone rang.
"It's Four. I'm ready when you are."
I smiled. "Yeah! Meet you there!"
He hung up.
"Crap, I gotta get my stuff together."
—maybe 5 minutes later————
"Bow tie, check. Bag, check. Phone, check."
Mom kissed me on the head (?)
"Be safe!"
I smiled. "I will."
Four's dad picked me up outside.
I hopped in the back with Four.
We sat in silence.
When Four's dad dropped us off, I noticed how professional the place looked.
"Fore Street. Coincidental name?" I asked.

(yes this place actually exists)

He shrugged.
We headed in and sat down at a table.
A waiter walked up almost immediately.
She placed two menus in front of us.

(Four's perspective)
My heart pounded.
Last time I came, I simply got a burger.
I was most worried about if I could afford whatever X was having.
The same waiter came back up.
"Can I get you two some drinks?"
"I'll get a Shirley," X said.
I smiled. "I'll just have water."
"Right. A Shirley and a water, coming up."
"Actually," I interrupted
"What's your seasonal."
"Beer?" The waiter asked, surprised.
"Yes, beer. "
"Sam Adams Oktoberfest."
"That. I'll get that."
(This place allows kids 13+ to drink beer for no apparently good reason.)
"Four," X seemed nervous.
"Aren't we a bit young?"
I shook my head.
"Nothing happened last time. At least not that I can remember..."
(Yes that was supposed to be funny)

-No perspective-
The waiter came back with the drinks and Four took a sip.
"Sweet."
They looked at the menu and ordered dinner.

He held X's hand and went to the dance floor.
They spent maybe 15 minutes dancing to early 2000s songs.

Suddenly, Four ran up to the DJ, Nine, and said something X couldn't hear.
Slow music started to play and four sped back.
"Will you take this dance, X?"
X nodded.
They walked onto the floor, all eyes on them, and danced.
The disco ball twirled.
They waltzed, slowly.
Maybe a minute into the dance, four thought, it's now or never.
He pulled in for a kiss.
X didn't stop him.
They stood there, kissing, for the rest of the song.
They went back to their table, laughing and with people clapping and cheering, where X dared Four to chug his beer.

Long story short, they ended up home with four puking in a toilet.
Four gurgled. "No I-told-you-so-s." *puking* "I know."
Four's mom walked up behind them.
"Golly! What happened?"
"I may have dared him to chug his beer."
"Yup." Replied four before puking again.

"Why did you get a beer?" His mom sighed.

"I will remind you," X said, nervous, "that he is kind of drunk."

All four said was "Kiss."

"YOU WHAT?!" Came the enraged roar from four's father.

"Oh, dear," Dollar Sign, (four's mother) quickly fled the room.

CLIFFHANGERs go brrrr.

byeee >:3