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Chapter Three- Not Just Flashing, Flash Mobbing
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As I opened the door, I immediately inhaled the faint smell of feet and lemon floor polish. Closing the door behind me, I stepped into the dance studio of the school. Most people haven’t realized that occasionally when I say that I’m going for a late night study session in the library, I’ll actually go into the dance studio and work on a new dance I would be choreographing at the time. No one knows about this talent, not even AJ, because it is a secret I want nobody to know. Everybody expects me to be this nerdy red head, who wants to go to medical school and always has her head in a book. When in reality I wanted to become a dancer. A professional dancer. I guess being a doctor is just a backup thing. But not even my parents know about this passion. When I was in public school, I had and after school job in order to pay for dance lessons. But once I got here, everything was paid for in the tuition. But who am I kidding, I don’t need lessons anymore. I haven’t been in a class in a long time. I didn’t need it anymore.
As I set foot into the studio, I walked over to the stereo, and docked my iPod, unlocking it, and scrolling through my songs list until I found Turning Tables. After clicking the song, I stepped to the middle of the dance floor and let the music take over my body.
In the middle of my routine, I hear a loud clapping noise and the sound of hooting. I quickly turned my head to the direction of the door, and see none other than Louis in the doorway.
“I didn’t know you danced.” Louis stated with a big grin on his face.
“Well, I didn’t know you stalked.”
“Haha. Very funny, Mia. Not really. It wasn’t funny at all. No, but seriously, why doesn’t anyone know about this? Or did you just tell everyone to keep it from me. Because, if so, you did a very good job at that.”
“Louis, none of that made sense. Why would I hide it from only you? I may not like you much, but there is no reason for that. That would be very immature. Which I’m sure you’re very familiar with.” I replied.
Louis sighed and flared his nostrils. I laughed at his strange facial expression, which quickly changed as he heard my reaction.
“What? Have I got something on my face? What’s so funny, Mi?”
“First, don’t call me ‘Mi’. Secondly, no, you haven’t got anything on your face? It was just the face you were making.” I giggled.
“What? You mean the face I made when I was with your mum last night?” He smirked and stuck his tongue out at me, as if to tell me that he had won.
I gasped.
“Louis… Tomlinson! I’m not sure of your middle name, but still! That was quite disgusting, seeing as my mum is way too old for you and most defiantly is not a cougar. And for once, can you stop being so immature? What brings you here anyways?” I asked.
“William.” Louis responded. Resulting a strangely confused expression coming from me.
“Excuse me? There is no William here…”
“No. My middle name is William.” He cleared up.
I smacked him in the arm and he looked down on me with an utterly shocked face.
“What was that for?” He yelled loudly as he nursed his now red arm.
“That was all you picked up? Now tell me why you’re here.” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.
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FanfictionImagine One Direction was never famous. They were just a group of friends going to school together. A boarding school. With Mia Hamilton. What happens when Mia and Louis get paired for the- Oh so famous Baby Project?
