The Wild Side | Stiles Stilinski | One

38 - Die Young

We managed to find a comfortable space somewhere in the middle of the mob. Stiles dropped my hand and, for a moment, we both stood awkwardly still. It wasn't a slow song, so the typical let-me-wrap-my-arms-around-your-neck position was out of the question. However, it was also a song I didn't know, which hindered my ability to jump around wildly and act out the differently lyrics. I tossed my head from side to side, swaying back and forth as I bounced to the beat.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

"Excuse me?" I immediately stopped, dropping my arms back to my sides with a pout. "I'm dancing."

"Yeah, that's...not dancing."

He actually laughed, and I folded my arms over my chest. "Well, it's a hell of a lot more than you were doing."

"Okay, you're right. Sorry, it's just..." He paused to purse his lips, narrowing his eyes at the floor and hiding a smile. When he looked up, he seemed a bit more confident. "I happen to know that you've got a few years of dance experience, and I saw you dancing with Allison before, so I know that's all you've got."

"...all I've got?"

"Yeah, Blake." He reached forward, prying my hands loose from my torso and tugging me closer. "So show me what you've got."

He pulled his arm up abruptly, sending me into a twirl. I giggled, following along and forcing him to spin under my arm after me.

"There we go!" he cheered. "Now we're getting somewhere!"

It wasn't skilled dancing, but it had effectively broken the tension. After that, Stiles and I were free to act like friendly idiots once more. It was true that I'd taken dance classes for several years. Ballet didn't really come in hand in situations like this, but hip-hop did. I was perfectly capable of being a coordinated and impressive dancer, but I soon discovered that while it was funny trying to teach Stiles how to move in an orderly, choreographed manner, it was a lot more fun to pretend that we both had no idea what we were doing.

We jumped and twirled and flailed, earning ourselves amused stares and glared from innocent bystanders, but neither of us cared. Stiles would occasionally break out an embarrassingly cliché move like the shopping cart or the sprinkler, and I would follow along without missing a beat. A few times, the trained dancer in me did get the better of me, and I would focus on showing Stiles exactly "what I got." This generally ended comically, as Stiles would either slow to a stop to watch me in awe, or try to copy my movements and end up tripping over his own feet. Other times we would scream-sing lyrics at each other or duet with air guitar and drums. Stiles got so caught up that he accidentally punched the guy behind him, and ducked immediately to the floor to avoid a confrontation. I laughed and laughed, until Stiles glared playfully and pulled me into another spin in retaliation.

I actually squealed when I recognized the beginning notes of the next song, causing Stiles to jump back in surprise and alarm.

"I love this song!" I shouted, already bouncing up and down to the beat.

"Really?" Stiles called back. "Never woulda guessed!"

I shoved him back a few steps and danced on my own, spinning in a circle and focusing on jumping as high as I possibly could as I sang.

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you're here in my arms

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young..."

I belted the lyrics for all I was worth, only opening my eyes once the lyrics had stopped and the bass had dropped again. Stiles was watching me with a smirk, one that made my heart tumble in my chest...or maybe that was all the jumping. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to jump along with me through the verse. I threw my head back and forth, hair flying in all directions, closing my eyes again so I could focus on the lyrics instead of the way Stiles's hand felt in my own.