"Okay, sure. I'll meet you there." Saying I hung up on Mike and put my phone back for charging. Might as well get it 100% charged before I leave for my rendezvous with Mike. Although, no I won't tell you what it is. You'll just have to wait and see.
As I finished being lazy -which is an accomplishment if you ask me-, I got a text from Andrew saying he was ready as well and if Phee was coming. This guy Andrew from our crew has the hots for Phoebe. He's just so lovestruck, it's cute. After I was done putting on my black I Love P!nk top and jean shorts, I put my hair up in a bun and put on my favorite pair of Niké shoes. Satisfied with the way I looked, I grabbed my phone and hurried down the stairs. Once I was done explaining to my mom that I wouldn't be getting into any sorts of trouble, I headed out of the door.
Wow, that was quite easy. I didn't think mom would agree. She tends to lack faith in my awesome abilities. But oh well, I'm not complaining.
Just as I was about to start up my car, I heard my phone go off; the Marimba tone playing quite proudly.
Don't judge me. I preferred Marimba over any other ring tone. It's awesome.
I swiped my finger across the screen and listened to my other half rambling on.
"YOU KNOW WHAT? I AM GOING TO KILL MIKE! HE SEND ANDREW TO PICK ME UP WHEN I MADE IT CLEAR THAT I WANT HIM TO PICK ME UP. THAT SON OF A FUDGE CAKE! I AM CUT HIM INTO PIECES AND FEED IT TO MY KITTY KAT. WAIT MY KITTY KAT IS YOU SO I'LL JUST FEED IT TO MY PET DINOSAUR UNLESS YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO EAT HIM."
I started laughing so hard that I'm surprised I didn't stab myself with the wheel.
"You stupid bish! Why are you laughing?" Phoebe continued to complain.
I finally composed myself and sat straighter. Like a lady. A dignified one at that.
"Phoebe, my love. How can you accuse me of laughing when you ramble like that?" I asked. "And you still have that dinosaur?"
Phoebe was that girl who instead of collecting barbies, would collect dinosaurs. She'd started this tradition after watching the Jurassic Park series. Yes, I love the movies and I am fascinated by the gigantic mammals too but she has this strange obsession to collect those dinosaurs. One of them was Mr. Karl, a purple dinosaur which was her all time favorite. She used to do everything with it. Absolutely everything.
I am not exaggerating. Not this time. She even brought it to school with her. She was that obsessed.
I heard Phoebe let out a giggle. "That dinosaur is with Avery. She loves it. Although, she's more fascinated with her barbies. Anyway, I totally forgot about my predicament. Andrew is waiting for me. I should go now. Meet you soon."
With that, she hung up. After having connected my iPod to the car, I turned up the volume and hummed to Icona Pop as she sang All Night.
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"Are you ready, guys?" Mike asked as soon as we got into our positions.
"Yep," With that little confirmation from Phoebe, Mike started playing the caked up remix of Stay The Night as we started dancing to the moves. All ten of us.
Yes, we were doing a flash mob. No, we don't mind if we're given penalty. This has always been my dream and when I actually get to do it, I don't think I would want to back out.
This was actually really fun if you ask me. I was having immense fun.
As we got futher into the dance routine, I could see a huge crowd gathering around. Track after track, we danced with our heart and soul. After the final track had finished, we stopped altogether and gave the most ridiculous poses ever. Like I had rested my hand on my chin and had this body language that screamed 'Swag queen'. Phoebe on the other hand had taken to the ground and was posing as those sexy models. Yeah well.
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The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)
HumorMichelle Reeves doesn't understand every teenage girl's obsession over British boy-band, One Direction. They might be good-looking and might have pretty nice voices but what's there to go mad about? Why the craziness? They are just five normal boys...
