Dancing with Danger

Chp. 9 Six Pack Show Off Dance

I had called off dance classes again, I need to help clean the house, and all I really wanted to do was sleep. I had gotten a few angry phone calls and e-mails from mothers wondering what I was up to, if I had been spending time with this new boy then where it really mattered. I calmly returned all the messages and e-mails explaining that I was getting ready for graduation the next day and I had to get ready for it. It wasn't a complete lie.

Once the house was clean I walked through the rooms spraying mom's favorite lavender Fabreeze. It still had that faint smell of alcohol and in some room vomit. I masked the smell with mom's favorite scent, and chocolate chip cookies. Once I was done spraying the house I went back to the kitchen and pulled the fresh batch of cookies from the oven. I set them on a sheet of wax paper and set the next batch into the oven.

"Hilly?" I heard Clapton shout from the basement.

"Yeah!" I shouted back.

"Was the move stomp, drop, drop, stomp?" he shouted. He was talking about the hip hop dance. "Or was it drop, stomp, stomp, drop?"

"Drop, stomp, stomp, drop!" I reminded him then thought a moment mimicking the moves myself.

"Thanks, Wildfire!" Clapton shouted.He went silent after that. I bent to check on the cookies when Anna came in with pizzas. She grinned at me.

"Did you get the mushrooms and green peppers?" I asked quickly checking one of the two boxes. She nodded. No, I do not like mushrooms and green peppers, Anna and my dad did. My mom was a sucker for a good white pizza (like me) and then there was warm Hilly Chocolate Chip Cookies with vanilla ice cream for dessert. Anna and I had a tendency to over welcome our parents when they came home.

Not a minute later there was the sound of keys in the door and we ran to the door as it opened revealing our parents.

"Girls!" my mom said happily and opened her arms. Anna and I both leaped at her and hugged her.

"Do I smell Hilly Cookies?" my dad asked dropping his bags and heading for the kitchen. He came back a second later with one munching it slowly. I laughed.

"Hey!" Anna said snatching the cookie from him. "Do you want to keep that six pack forever?"

"...Yes...." my dad said slowly.

"Then stop eating Hilly cookies!" Anna said.

"Anna," mom said laughing, "As much as I love your father's six pack, I think he'll be alright with one cookie for now." Anna glanced at our mom long enough for dad to take the cookie and shove it into his mouth.

"Could you please stop say 'your father's six pack'?" I asked cringing. "It's a weird thought." My dad lifted his top and flexed showing off his abs. "NO!" I ran at him and tried to make him put it away. "Put it away!"

"Hillary," My dad said grinning. "Why don't you show us your six pack?" My cheeks went red, mostly because Clapton had wandered upstairs.

"Hilly has a six pack?" he asked grinning. My parents turned to him. "Now this I have to see."

"You can't just see it," I said crossing my arms. "I have to flex."

"Ok, contest!" Clapton said walking next to me.

"Hurry, my cookies will burn," I said.

"I got them, baby," my mom said with a wink before walking into the kitchen. 

"Ok, you vs me," Clapton said. "We'll see who's more ripped."

"What does the winner get?" I asked him. He thought for a second.

"Winner gets to drive for the rest of the summer!" he said. My jaw dropped, it was my car! "Come on Wildfire, where's that spark?" I grabbed his outstretched hand and shook it.

"You've got yourself a deal," I said with a smirk.

"Ok, hurry, the pizza is getting cold," Anna complained. We lifted our shirts to reveal our stomachs and I flexed my gut, as did Clapton. Anna and my dad stared at our torsos.

"Sorry," my dad said to know one in particular. "I think it's a tie." Anna squinted at us for a minute.

"I agree, it's a tie," she said. I dropped my shirt and whirled on Clapton.

"What?!" we both screamed.

"No way, a girl is just as ripped as me?" Clapton asked shocked.

"Tell you what, do some crunches and come back in a couple of months," my dad said before heading off to get his pizza.

"Oh, no you don't!" Anna said and followed him into the kitchen. "Those cookies are for dessert!" I laughed and turned to Clapton. He was wearing a sky blue tank top the showed off his biceps, his pants were drawstring and baggy, he wore big sneakers the one he danced hip hop in.

"I realized something," he mumbled looking at our feet. Without shoes on I was a foot and quite a few inches shorter then him, this saddened me. I was such a tiny person, a hobbit if you will.

"What's that?" I said quickly dashing out of my own thoughts. My eyes snapped up to his, I was staring at his chest. "Wait, let me guess..." His eyes met mine making me regret what I was about to say. "You really are gay." His brow furrowed.

"No," he muttered and hesitated. "You know what, forget it." He turned towards the kitchen but I caught his hand making a wave of tingly goosebumps run over my skin. When did that start happening?

"I'm sorry!" I said smiling apologetically at him. "I'm sorry, please say what you were going to."

"Fine," he mumbled. He was being awfully quiet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he leaned down so he lips were practically against my ear. "I like dancing." I bit my tongue to keep from cracking up.

"It's fun right?" I asked almost letting a giggle out. By the time he straightened I had composed myself.

"Y-...yeah," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks for doing this for me. Throwing away your summer vacation to dance with a rebel probably wasn't your idea of fun."

"Neither was dropping me several times, but hey, I get over things pretty quickly," I said smiling as I nudged his arm. "C'mon, Clapsy, there's pizza waiting for us." I started walking and my hand tugged on something, I was still holding his hand, our fingers intertwined. I hadn't even noticed.

A/N

OMG!!! I'm so sorry this is short!! I wanted to make it longer, but graduation chapter is after this meaning that it's probably going to be long. Then I might skip ahead a few weeks to the contest, who knows!!! Anywho, I just want to ask you guys some questions, because none of you have commented on this yet....

1.) What should Hillary's middle name be?

2.) Give me one dark secret about Clapton. It can be anything, nothing dirty like he has an STD. And no life threatening diseases.

3.) An awesome song for their ballet dance????

4.) Do you want more heated scenes??

5.) What do you want to see in the next few chapters? Give me some suggestions!!!

That's all!! More to come, none tomorrow! Sorry lovelies :( Thursday will have a nice long chapter!! I promise, I pinkie promise!! Thanks babes!!

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