Perks of Being a Fangirl

Chapter 9: Why don't we just dance?

Emily, Brooke, and Vinny looked at the three guys in front of them.

"Ok, so nothing at all. None of you know how to dance?" Emily looks at them shocked.

"Not a bit." Harry responds.

"Have you seen us on stage?" Liam laughs.

"Does booty poppin' count?" Niall chimes in.

"We have alot of work ahead of us girls."Emily facepalmed. "Liam, you're with me. Harry you're with Brooke. Niall you're with Vinny." Emily says, and each boy goes to each of the girls he was going to learn from. Emily started Why Don't We Just Dance by Josh Turner, and grabs Liam, showing him some old moves that looked ridiculous. "Okay, so, put your hand on my waist and give me your other one." Emily smiles at the tint of blush now covering his cheeks. "Now, follow me." She blushes a bit at being this close. She moves one of her feet forward and he moves his back.

"Good. Now like this." Emily says still leading. Brooke and Vinny were simply trying to get the boys off of twitter.

"YES!" Emily cheers as she hears the next song. "Guys!" She yells as she hears the familiar intro.

"Hey hey you you I don't like your girlfriend! I think you need a new one!" She grabs Vinny and starts dancing crazily.

"Hey hey you you! I could be your girlfriend!" Brooke sings joining in. Vinny starts twerking and Emily just collapses laughing. The boys looked at them like they were escaped mental patients.

"Hey! Did you get Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman?" Emily asks Vinny still laughing.

"Duh!" Vinny yells, twerking away. She really did love to twerk.

"You wanna go for a ride, Liam?" Emily smiles, and turns to him.

"Sure, I guess." He says hesistantly. Emily grabs his hand and smiles, dragging him into the kitchen.

"I'll be right back." Emily smiles, running downstairs.

"She go to get ready?" Vinny asks Liam, walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge, and grabbing an apple.

"I think so... I'm not really sure. She just told me to wait."

"So..." Vinny says awkwardly.

"So...." Liam says right back.

"What's it like being an international superstar?" Vinny asks him taking another bite of the apple.

"Pretty amazing actually." He says and smiles. "You know I just wish I could see my family more."

"Speaking of which I better be going. I need to go see my mom." Vinny chimes in quickly.

"Bye, then. See you later I guess." Vinny gives him a little salute and walks out the door, after putting her shoes on.

"Hey. You ready to go?" Emily smiles, light pink skinny jeans, a white tank top, black leather jacket, and her hair secured to one side by several bobby pins, her mandatory glasses now replaced by contacts and aviators on her face. She slipped on her motorcycle boots and grabbed the keys to the S2000.

"Yeah. I guess." He stares at her. She was possibly one of the quickest changing girls ever.

"My dad's a racer, so prepare for one exciting ride." Emily smiles, buckling her seat belt, and Liam does the same. She pulls out nice and slowly, so her mom doesn't get pissed. She plugs in her phone, sitting at the edge of her drive way. She cranks up Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman and pulls out of the driveway, taking off down the street.

"Woo!" Emily screams, one hand on the gear shift, the other on the wheel, while she is rocking out and managing to actually drive pretty well.

"Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town. Grab her ass, actin' tough. Mess with her, she'll fuck you up." Emily screams along with the music. Liam grabs her phone and slides the puzzle piece, looking through her music. He scrolled past varying artists from Theory of a Deadman which was playing, to his band, to Evanescence. He found a song he liked and started playing it.