NickLoon Stuff Because I Love It

Dance (💖)

Also written for my Creative Writing class hope you enjoy

Nickel's POV

Nickel, you genuinely need to calm down. He's not that bad," Baseball said as we walked down the hallway.

"You don't know him like I do," I said back.

"I promise you, he isn't," Suitcase said, walking with me and Baseball to class.

"That's because he's corrupted you," I said back to her.

"Corrupted? Really?" she said.

We walked into the gym and sat down, leaning against the wall.

"Look at him. He's not harming anyone," Baseball directed attention towards Balloon, who was standing, waiting for class to start.

RINGGG

"ALRIGHT, GATHER ROUND!" Mr. MePhone4S yelled. We all walked over to him.

"We are going to start a new unit in this class," he said.

"Well, what is it?" someone else chimed in.

"We are going to start a dance unit."

"UGH, REALLY?" A bunch of the guys started groaning.

"HEY!" he yelled.

"We are going to do this whether you like it or not."

"Wow," Baseball whispered to me.

"Now, we are going to get you into your pairs. We have 6 girls and 8 boys in this class, so two boys will have to be partners. And no, you don't pick your partner."

He brought out two bowls and held them out.

"I will draw a name from this bowl, and this person will have their partner be the person I draw from this bowl."

He drew the first name.

"Baseball."

"Hey, that's me!" Baseball said.

He drew another name from the other bowl.

"Suitcase."

"Oh, nice, we're together, big guy!" She high-fived Baseball.

"You know what? Let me just draw the two boys now."

He picked one name.

"Nickel."

"Oh crap, it's me," I muttered. I watched his hand go into the bowl and pull out another.

"Balloon."

I felt everything cut out—no sound, no sight, no nothing. Why? Why was I with him, of all people? The person I hated the most. Why, just why?

"Nickel?"

Everything came back, and I saw him standing next to me, trying to get me out of the trance state I had been in.

"Ugh."

"Hey, I don't know why you hate me, but now we have to work together," he said as he gripped my hand.

"Ugh, fine," I said back.

"Now, are you going to get off the floor?"

"What if I don't want to?"

He pulled me off the floor.

"Too bad."

"Whatever."

"Stand on one of the spots around the gym if you have your partner," Mr. MePhone4S said.

We walked over to the line and stood there, waiting for everyone to get to their spots.

"Now that everyone has their partner, we are going to start."

"Shall we?" Balloon said, reaching out his hand to me.

"Ugh, fine," I grabbed it.

"Now, follow my steps," said Mr. MePhone4S.

We followed the steps.

"You know, I don't hate you," Balloon said to me.

"Yeah, kinda figured," I said back.

"So why do you hate me?"

"I—I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I was told you were a manipulative, fake friend back in 6th grade, and I've thought that about you ever since."

"Who told you that?"

"OJ."

"Oh, yeah, makes sense."

"But I guess you're not that bad."

"Oh, really?" he said in a cocky tone.

"Shut up," I joked back.

"What if I don't want to?"

RINGGG

"Oh, that's the bell," Balloon said as we let go of each other.

"Yeah, see you later, I guess," I said back.

"Yeah, see you later," he said as he walked out of the gym.

Suitcase and Baseball walked up to me, confused.

"So how'd it go?" Suitcase questioned.

"I guess he's not bad," I answered back

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