Serendipity - [1]

41: twerking kings

"Stop. Enough, I can't take this anymore!" I cried out, clutching my stomach to stable myself.

Elle, Grady and Dylan got off the wall and looked at me.

"What's your problem?" Grady piped up.

I wiped tears off my tan cheeks. "My problem? You guys were wall twerking, and I'm dying over here. See these?" I say, pointing to my tears.

"Yeah?"

"Those are tears because I had to witness the three stooges twerking." I say, trying to hold back my laughter.

Elle pursed her lips and put a hand on her hip. "You try."

"No, I can't." I smile. "I don't even know how."

"Really? Because if I recall your 21st birthday, you had two alcoholic drinks in your hand and you were acting like Miley Cyrus." Grady added. Dylan's eyes widened and he turned to me.

"Get on the damn wall, you filthy animal." He retorted.

I crossed my arms. "No."

"Yes." He says, standing up and mocking me.

"No." I say, taking a step forward.

"Yes." He said, mocking me a second time.

"Okay, I feel a little bit of sexual tension here. Who wants dinner? I have The Chinese place on speed dial." Elle commented, rushing to find her phone and dial the number.

"I know why Arizona doesn't want to get up on the wall." Dylan smirked.

"And why's that?" Grady asked, catching on.

"Because we can twerk better than her." Dylan says, sighing. "She just can't live with the fact that that were the twerking kings."

Grady looked at me for a second, then at Dylan.

"Contest?"

"It's on ladies." I say.

About 5 minutes of that and Elle finally got off the phone and turned around.

"What the actual hell?" She says, mouth agape.

I laugh, my body shaking and I slip of the wall.

"Oh Jesus." Elle said, flinging a hand on her mouth and laughing.

"I hope you choke on that Chinese food in hell, Elle."