Talk Dirty

"Hey, Armin, do you have a partner yet?" you asked the blond boy. "No, I don't. Do you want to work with me?" he asked, almost as if he couldn't believe you were asking to partner up with him.

"Yeah, that'd be super fun!" you replied excitedly. The butterflies in your stomach got worked up from him asking instead of you as you took a seat beside him. "What song do you want to do?" you asked eagerly. Armin shrugged.

"I don't know. I feel like everyone's going to do something from a musical, so I think we should do something else so that way we're different and therefore considered more original." he suggested.

"I like that idea! Do you have anything in mind?"

"Armin, [First], can I make a suggestion?" Reiner asked from his seat behind you two. You looked back up at him. "I think you guys should do that song 'Talk Dirty.'"

"That's not a duet!" you reminded the muscular blond indignantly, your face turning pink.

"I'll pay for your guys' class rings next year if you do 'Talk Dirty.'" he tried to bribe you. You bit your lip; you really wanted one, and you knew unless someone else was buying you one, you were never going to get one. And besides, maybe doing "Talk Dirty" would be more fun than it sounded?

"Um, well . . ." you looked to Armin, who looked just as nervous as you. "I-I guess I'd be okay with it if Armin is . . ."

"I can't really turn down a deal like that," Armin reasoned. "All right. We'll do it." Reiner shot you two a wolfish grin, and you immediately wondered what you had gotten yourself into.

*The Next Day After School*

"Have you ever done hip-hop before?"

"No."

"Do you have any dance experience outside of show choir?"

"No."

"Are you even that comfortable dancing?"

"No." You and Armin sat in your kitchen, you at the table and him in a swivel chair, discussing your project and planning choreography. You sighed. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

"I'm really tempted to just try and twerk the entire time and call it good," you halfheartedly joked.

"I think Mr. Smith would fail us if we did that," Armin said, not getting the joke. I'll just drop it.

"All right, so we both have no hip-hop experience and we picked a very hip-hoppy song." you sighed. "These class rings better be fucking worth it." Armin sighed, starting to spin his chair.

"Maybe we could waltz to it instead of dong hip-hop," he suggested.

"We need a three four time signature, 'Talk Dirty' is four four." you reminded him.

"Oh yeah." he said, changing directions in the chair. And that's when an idea came to you. You walked over to Armin and stopped his chair from moving. "Was that bothering you? Sorry." he apologized.

"How do you feel about doing chair choreography?" you asked him. He cocked an eyebrow at you, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

"'Chair choreography?'" he asked you incredulously. "You want us to dance on chairs?"

"Well, I figured it'd be easier than hip-hop, and it sorta fits, don't you think?" you replied. He shrugged, and your face fell. Does he not like it? I thought it was a good idea . . .

"I guess it does fit. Sure, I'm game for it." he agreed. You beamed at him, elation replacing the anxiousness in your stomach. God, I'm so happy I could kiss him!