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Cotton Eye Joe Comes In Handy When Fighting Vampires

 

Thirty Eight-Cotton Eye Joe Comes In Handy When Fighting Vampires

10:46 pm

I bouncy my leg up nervously as I watch the clock tick away. Have you ever waited till one in the morning to go fake your death? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

“Nora, come on!” Bart groans, pulling me away from my clock. “You cant just sit there and watch a clock. I would seriously die of boredness.”

I scowl at him. “I’m nervous. Cut me some slack.”

He stares at me. “No, I don’t think I will. Come on, I wanna teach you something.” He lugs me out of my room, pulling me into the living room, where everybody’s around watching football, except Edward. He’s talking on the phone with Anna. How could they when I’m going out to fake my death?

Bart arranges me so that I’m in front of the radio he set up, and he’s standing in front of me. “Why am I here? I’d rather be in my room, watching the time tick away.”

He smirks at me. “But my activity is more fun than goose egg.” I raise my eyebrows. Goose egg?

“What activity, Bart?” Charles’s ears pick up, his gaze snapping away from the TV.

Bart’s hands swing up in defense. “Hey, that was one time! I didn’t know the microwave would catch on fire!” Bart turns to me to explain, but I put a hand up.

“I don’t even want to know.”

He grins. “Fine by me. Now, I’m going to teach you a little dance. It’s fun, trust me.” I sigh in defeat. How long could a little dance be? “Alright, now, do what I do. First, tap your right heel twice in front of you.”

We both tap our feet, and Bart grins again. “Good!”

“This dance sucks.”

He ignores my comment and keeps on going. “Now, take the same foot and tap it behind you, only with your toes.” We both do that. “Take the same foot and tap it to your left hand, then do the same thing only behind you. Now do it all together.”

I copy his movements, not really sure why the hell I agreed to this in the first place. “Next, when you do that last step, you spread your feet out when your foot hit’s the ground. Then you swing your left leg behind it, clap, then undo it when you take the step.”

He shows me, and I copy. “Why did I agree to this?” I mutter when he keeps going.

“Now, to get back to the center, you spin in a circle. Now do the whole thing together.” We redo the last steps, and so far I’ve got that down. “Great! Now repeat the whole thing!” We do it all over again.

“Bart? Can I go back to my room now?”

“No! Now we have to do it with the music.” He grins, flicking on the radio.

My mouth drops when the radio starts playing Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex. “Bart! You taught me the Cotton Eye Joe dance?”

“Come on woman! Get this party started!” He grins and starts dancing, so I follow. “IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR COTTON EYE JOE, I’D BEEN MARRIED ‘LONG TIME AGO!”

I laugh when he starts screaming the words, so I join in with him. “WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? WHERE DID YOU GO? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM COTTON EYE JOE?”

For the finishing finally, Bart starts break dancing and making all these weird beat-boxing sounds. He gets on his head, spins, then drops to the floor, all while I’m laughing my ass off.