It's About Time (GMW - Joshaya)

Chapter 42

Maya's POV

"Ughhh. Fuck you Lucas," I whined. 

"What song did you even pick for us?" Smackle asked.

"Look guys. You're gonna be amazing. Both of you. Don't Stop Believing that," he said with a smirk.

"That's great Gandhi, but what song did you pick for us?" I asked. And before I could get an answer to what he meant, we were shoved up onto the stage. 

As the music started to play, I realized Lucas's play on words. Don't Stop Believing by Journey. That motherfucker. 

Smackle immediately started to sing the first verse. She started out kind of timid at first, but then, she was overcome with power and confidence in her vocals. Holy Fuck. She was good.

When the song picked up tempo, she began to dance to the beat. Wow. She was good at dancing too. What the fuck?! Where has she been hiding this? 

She shot me a look as I just stood there. It was my cue to sing. I joined in with the chorus and then sung my solo verse. I was surprisingly comfortable up on the stage. It was like I was meant to be there--on stage I mean. 

By the time we were half way through the song, Smackle and I were singing and dancing our hearts out. It was hilarious and so much fun.

The crowd was a wild roar at the end of our act.

"Okay. Okay." The MC tried to quiet everyone down. "Wow. I'd hate to be the act that comes up after these two," he laughed. "While we are talking about those scrubs. Let's introduce them now: our next act will be Zay Banbineaux and Farkle Minkus. Apparently, the only thing more dreadful then, coming up after this act is their name," he joked. 

Zay and Farkle hesitantly walked up on to stage. 

"Good luck Fuckers,  you're gonna need it. Apparently, there's no beating us," I teased them. 

Smackle and I handed our microphones to them as we walked off the stage. We met with the rest of the Clique Six down in front of the stage. 

"Fuck it," Farkle covered the mic as he spoke to Zay. "Let's fucking own this and be as ridiculous as possible."

"This is gonna be good," Riley rubbed her hands together.

"Better than my Team's act? No way," Lucas declared.

"Just wait," Riley held a finger up.

The intro to the song began to play and Farkle and Zay looked at each other excitedly.

They started with the whole puppet and master theme from the music video; Farkle and Zay were very good at pretending like they were controlling each other's dance moves. 

Their vocals weren't quite that of Justin Timberlake or the rest of *NYSNC, but damn. It was surprising. But it wasn't even the vocals that were genius, it was the memorized dance to "Bye Bye Bye" that won over the crowd.

Shit. This was amazing. 

They even added a little twerking and other dances into the routine. It's like they fucking practice this. Although, I wouldn't put it beside them. It would explain a lot about what they do when they have sleepovers.

At the end of their act, they turned it immediately into a conga line. These motherfuckers were smart. I definitely underestimated them.

"Looks like we have a conga line," the MC announced as he turned on some music to go with the conga line. 

"Noooooo," Lucas yelled.

There is no way we are gonna be able to start one ourselves after this.

As soon as the conga line broke, Lucas took some initiative. "It's time to bring out the big guns."

"Already?!" Smackle pretended to swoon as she lightly touched the muscles on his arms.

"Not those guns," Lucas laughed. "But it just so happens that I'm pretty damn good at belly dancing."

Without a second thought, Lucas climbed up a chair and stepped onto the bar. He pulled the bottom of his shirt through the collar of his shirt, so he could show off his abs and belly dancing. And just like that, he began to belly dance on the bar top. 

He definitely wasn't that good, but it was golden. Girls were freaking out over him and stuffing dollar bills in his pants. 

Another really drunk guy at the bar, stood up to go join Lucas with the belly dancing.

And as if, his bromance senses were tingling, Zay showed up out of nowhere. 

"I thought belly dancing was our special thing," Zay gave Lucas a sad look. 

Seriously, what the fuck do they do at their sleepovers? Tonight was all kinds of revealing. 

"There's no one I would rather dancing with," Lucas grabbed Zay's hand to help him on the bar. Zay squeezed past the drunk guy and began to belly dance with Lucas to "Work" by Drake and Rihanna.

"No helping the enemy, Huckleberry! We came here to win, not for you to get all sentimental with your boyfriend," I yelled up to Lucas. 

But he ignored me. And Riley, Farkle, and Smackle all stood their mesmerized by the scene. In defeat, I joined them to watch the scene. And Zay wasn't too bad at belly dancing, I will admit that. They rolled their stomachs and moves their hips to the song. Even a few hand twirls to add to the full affect of the belly dancing.

When the song was over, I was ready to lay down the law. I will not lose tonight. "Really, that was so precious. I hope the two of you can reminisce about this beautiful moment tonight when you are cuddling on the couch later. But I hope you two don't mind if right now, I still Lucas to do some winning."

Author's Note: I'm sorry. I'm finding it a little difficult to be motivated during some of these scavenger's dare night hunt events. Especially when I really just wanna get to the the honor code scenes. So I apologize for the lack of quality. I hope I can speed through the rest of this pretty quickly so that I can get to the juicy stuff. It's not that I don't like this fun stuff, but I have so much preplanned in my head that sometimes its hard not to get caught up and excited about future events.