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05; Josh Price

"Y/n! Make a musical.ly with me, please!" Josh pleaded from his side of the couch. I was at his house, and he'd been begging me to make a dance video with him for the past hour.

"How about no? I can't even dance, Josh." I snorted. I've taken classes before, but Josh was a professional dancer, and I was just some amateur who did it when she was bored.

"You actually can, I wish you'd take more classes. You'd get really good." He smiled, nudging my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, smiling softly.

"Please? I'll teach you the choreography slowly if it helps."

Sighing, I gave in. I'd only do it if it meant he'd quit asking me.

I learned the 15 second dance in 10 minutes, surprisingly. I'd been expecting to learn it in 30. None the less, we set up his phone to film the dance.

"Ready?" Josh asked. I nodded in response, sighing as he set the timer to 5 seconds then quickly joined me on the 'dance floor' as Josh had called it.

It took a couple of takes, but we managed to do it.

"You look so good!" Josh exclaimed. I blushed, looking down as he typed away on his phone.

"What did you caption it?" I questioned. He handed me his phone, then walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"She killed this choreo! Love her <3"

I smiled, sitting next to him on the couch. "Thanks by the way, for teaching me the dance."

"It was really fun. We should make more videos together." Josh chuckled.

I agreed.

Josh threw his arm around my shoulders, leaning his head on mine. I blushed to myself.

"You're really an amazing dancer, y/n, when are you gonna realize it?" He questioned, sighing softly.

I shrugged. "I'm not obsessed with myself like you are." I teased, smirking.

"That's gonna cost you." He smirked back, removing his arm from my shoulder as he stood up from the couch. His eyes beamed with amusement, and I soon began to regret my choice of words.

"Tickle fight!"

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