The Runaway Boy in Brooklyn

Chapter Thirteen

"Are you ready?" Jake shouted.

"Almost," I shouted back.

I put on black jeans and a simple shirt, it has been a while since I've been out having fun, but then again I did work at a strip club. I walked out of my room, seeing Jake at the door, waiting, "Derek called a cab." Danny and Derek both came down wearing tanks and ripped jeans. Danny hugged me with a kiss on the head "You look cute" I gave a slight smile "Look at you showing your guns" I poked his muscles, Danny hugging me still.

As the cab came, I took my phone out of my pocket, taking a group selfie. When we get closer to the club I can hear the music; the club is called XL. The closer we are, the more nervous I feel I don't know why it just happens.

Inside was full of different lights; it also looks modern. They're guys everywhere, mostly shirtless. We all went to the bar as I ordered a shot of Jack Daniels, "Going hard-core?" Derek shouted, my ear. I responded with a wink. The DJ played a mashup of the song 'work' with Rihanna and Fifth Harmony. "I'm going to dace," I shouted at Jake. "I'm coming with you," he shouted back.

I began to feel loose on the dance floor. I feel like dancing like the time I worked at the strip club, grinding my body. The DJ played the next song 'Body Ache' by Britney. I think it's the perfect song for my body to ache, and apparently, Danny feels the same way cause he's dancing behind me grinding his hips. I turn to face him lip-syncing to the beginning of the song. Danny smirked, wanting to take on a challenge when the beat drops my body shakes. Danny did the same as though it's a dance-off to see which one can have their body ache the most. The people around us formed a circle, but I didn't pay attention, all I can focus on is winning this dace off.

I know Jake and Derek are nearby, I know they don't want to miss this. Then, I hear some guy on the mic saying, "We have an epic dance battle in the middle of the dance floor." The song is nearly over, but the D played another Britney track 'It Should Be Easy.' The crowd is getting hyped half of them cheering for Danny and the other half cheering for me. I feel like I'm losing my breath as I can tell Danny is losing his breath, too, but I am not giving up. More songs are being played, such as Justin Bieber, Demi Lovato, Rihanna, and Beyoncé. Jake came next to me when we're both taking a break "You can do this, you're tiring him out" I took a breath "I know, but I need a song that would surprise him, something he doesn't know the moves to that song."

"I know what to do," Jake said in full confidence, rushing to the DJ booth, but I didn't wonder why, but then I hear the song 'Till The World Ends.' I look a Danny with a determined look, throughout the tune I dance just like the music video, I was slaying. I can tell everybody was surprised, especially  Danny; his mouth dropped as did Derek, but it didn't last long. Danny tried to keep up but didn't. When the song was over, it was evident that I was the winner; everyone cheered, smiling at myself.

Danny walked over, giving me a big hug, "Congrats."

"You were good, too," I replied.

Jake and Derek came by to congratulate me. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, then to the bar the bartender told me it's on the house cause I won. I felt a tap on the shoulder; I turn to see Danny "I need to talk to you." I nodded. He took my hand, walking me to the quietest room possible. "It's hard for me to say this, but I'm going back to California" I felt my heart sank, but I kept quiet. I left the club after hearing those words; I can listen to Danny shouting my name, him running after me. I knew he would catch up, so I stop, not facing him "When are you leaving?" I choked out the words.

"Tomorrow."

"What the shit, you're leaving tomorrow, and you're telling me this now? I don't know if I should be pissed or sad."

"What exactly are you pissed about?" he wondered.

"I mean, I shouldn't be mad that you're leaving cause your visiting for a while, but what I'm pissed about is us. I don't know whether or not if this is a fling to you. I shared things to you that I rarely share things with anyone."

Danny shook his head, "No..." he whispered, "This is not a fling. I want to be with you; I will come back, I promise."

I'm holding back my tears, Danny stepping closer. "I'm sorry for snapping at you," I say.

"It's okay; I understand where you are coming from."

We both hugged, walking back inside.