Two words: Highschool sucks...
Anyway, requested by somthing11 😉😉
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Shakes never intended to become an internet sensation. He just wanted to unwind after a brutal training session.
That’s how he found himself at Cool Joe’s, chilling with North Shaw, Klaus, and El Matador. The place was buzzing with music, laughter, and the rhythmic tapping of sneakers on the floor. Cool Joe himself was in the DJ booth, spinning tracks while customers enjoyed the vibe.
“Yo, this place is fire tonight,” North Shaw grinned, drumming his fingers on the table.
El Matador, wearing indoor sunglasses like a maniac, leaned back. “Si, but you know what this party needs? A show-stopping performance… from me.”
Shakes rolled his eyes. “Can we just chill for once?”
“Nah, bro,” North Shaw smirked. “You gotta live a little.”
As if on cue, Cool Joe announced over the mic, “Aight, aight! We got an open dance floor tonight! Who’s got the moves to impress?”
The crowd whooped in excitement.
El Matador instantly jumped onto the dance floor, ready to steal the spotlight. “This is my moment!”
And then, the disaster happened.
Cool Joe switched the track to a fast, pulsing beat, and El Matador, in his arrogance, attempted a backflip.
Mid-flip, his foot caught Shakes' chair, yanking him forward.
With no time to think, Shakes stumbled onto the dance floor.
“Whoa—wait—no—”
The only thing that saved him from falling on his face was instinct. His feet automatically followed the beat, twisting into a perfect recovery spin.
The crowd cheered.
“Ohhhh snap, Shakes got moves!” Cool Joe hollered.
Before Shakes could protest, his body took over. Years of footwork drills, agility training, and quick reflexes suddenly transformed into actual dance skills.
His feet shuffled, his shoulders popped, and before he knew it, he was killing it.
North Shaw had his phone out immediately.
Klaus was screaming. “SHAKES, YOU’RE DANCING! YOU NEVER DANCE!”
Shakes had no idea what he was doing. He was just vibing.
He did a crazy spin, then—just to be funny—pretended to dribble an invisible football mid-dance.
The place went nuts.
“Dude,” North Shaw wheezed between laughter, still recording. “You’re a legend.”
Shakes finally stopped, panting. “Okay, okay, I’m done—”
El Matador clutched his heart in pure betrayal. “How dare you outshine me? I am the star! I am the moment!”
The night went on, and Shakes completely forgot about the whole thing.
Until the next morning.
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Shakes woke up to 48 missed calls.
And an explosion of notifications.
His phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.
With a groggy groan, he rubbed his eyes, unlocked the screen and checked his Tiktok.
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