Move. / Rudy Mancuso.

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by NirvanaMarie

by NirvanaMarie

Not a request. Just wanted to write.

Y/N = Your name.

Y/F/N = Your friends name.

Y/O = Your order.

"Hey, get your back of the wall. Don't you get comfortable. Lookin' so hot I think that I might fall. Ow! Feeling like it's my birthday, like Christmas Day came early. Just what I want so when we move, you move."

You slouched against the wall of the club, arms crossed over your chest.

"Come on!" Y/F/N complained, dragging you toward the packed dance floor.

Poetic Justice boomed throughout the building, vibrating the walls.

"Say if you a bad bitch put your hand up high. Hands up high. Hands up high."

You giggled as Y/F/N waved her right hand side to side, swaying her hips to the beat. Laughing, you jokingly copied her actions.

"In the thunderin' rain,"

You felt eyes burning through you. Turning your head, you were welcomed by warm brown eyes from across the club.

The stranger smiled sheepishly, shrugging his hands out of his jean pockets to cross his arms. He suddenly took interest into his friends conversation as if he were never staring at you.

You whipped your head back around to see your friend grinding on some stranger. You silently shrugged to yourself.

She was drunk, anyways.

You made your way over to get a drink, your heels not being heard over the music.

"I really hope you play this, 'cause girl, you test my patience."

You felt a tap on your shoulder, shivering at the warm touch, you turned on your heels.

Brown eyes.

"Hi, um. My names Rudy. Can I, uh. Buy you a drink?" He gestured as he talked.

You giggled, nodding your head in agreement. "I'm Y/N."

He smiled. "What would you like?" He spoke over the music while you two sat down on bar stools.

"Y/O, please." You smiled kindly, followed by a thanks.

"And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just whatcha want, poetic justice, put it in a song. Alright."

By the time the song ended you two shared a drink. He was now tugging your wrist towards the dance floor.

"C'mon." He laughed, gesturing to the dance floor with a nod.

He's just too hot. Your slightly drunk side over took your brain.

You two foolishly danced together, keeping conversation going.

"Oh, by the way. I forgot something."

"Oh? What's that?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

Suddenly you felt soft, warm lips to yours.

ew.