Bounce Back to Me
(The reader in this story doesn't have a species, so feel free to make it a monster, human, mewman, or whatever!
Also, let's just pretend the Bounce Lounge didn't close. 💔)
It was another crazy night at the Bounce Lounge. Music was blaring and the colorful lights lit up the dark scene. (Y/n) was getting bored of the now familiar crowd. She had practically memorised the music tracks. She had visited this place night after night for a month now, and she decided this would be the last time she came around. She needed a change of scenery.
"Pony Head, this is great! We haven't gone here since we were fourteen!"
The unknown voice drew (y/n)'s attention to a less populated corner of the dance floor. Standing there next to a floating unicorn's head was a girl who made (y/n)'s jaw drop. She had the long blonde hair that reached almost to the floor. The party lights reflected off of her perfect blue eyes. She was wearing the most unique outfit (y/n) had seen around the place. Matching a seafoam dress with magenta striped stockings? That's brave. The red horns on the girl's headband only added to the strangeness of her.
"OMG I know right! It's been so long guurl!" the head replied.
Without anymore hesitation, (y/n) forced her way through the packed crowd towards the girl. She emerged on the edge where she had seen the pair standing before, but now that she was there, she couldn't see either of them anywhere. (Y/n) sighed, but wasn't ready to give up just yet. She simply had to find that enchanting girl.
"Aw, you look so cute in this one Pony Head!"
"Naw gurl, you're the cute one!"
It was that voice again! This time, it came from the photo booth. (Y/n) hurried over, but by the time she arrived, the two had once again disappeared in to the crowd. Just as (y/n) got ready to move again, her shoe crunched something on the floor. Looking down, she saw that the girls must have dropped their pictures. A string of three posed pictures lay under her heel. (Y/n) kneeled down to pick it up. Examining the photo, (y/n) noticed the heart shaped marks on the girl's cheeks. "Mewman, huh?" she muttered to herself. Gosh, this girl was beautiful.
(Y/n) spotted them again. The girl was hoping from cloud to cloud to reach one of the higher placed chairs in the lounge. This girl was obviously not afraid of danger. Definitely (y/n)'s type. Not only had she been traveling dimensions her whole life, but she often got in to fights more often than not. Her life was far from safe.
She came to the bottom of the cloud steps quickly. She couldn't lose this girl again! There wasn't anywhere else for her to go now. (Y/n) carefully sprung from cloud landing to cloud landing. When she finally came to the top, to get relief, she found the girl and her friend still there.
She threw herself on to the couch next to them.
"Um excuse me?" said the horse head. "This couch is occupied, thank you."
"I uh, I wanted to bring you this!" (Y/n) replied. She stood up again and dug around in her pocket while the two other girls exchanged confused looks. She eventually brought the photo booth pictures out of her pants and held them out to the girls.
"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" the blonde girl cried. She bounced up from the couch and swiped the photos from her outstretched hand. She then wrapped (y/n) in a bone crushing hug. (Y/n) was restricted to only patting her back in response. The girl then threw herself back on to the couch. "My name's Star Butterfly, and this is Pony Head!" Star's voice was louder than (y/n) imagined it, but that might have been because of the deafening sounds around them.
"Nice to meet ya. Name's (y/n)." She sat back down next to Star, hanging her arms over the back of the couch in an attempt to look cooler.
"(Y/n), you should totally party with us!" Star offered.
"Who could turn that down?" she replied.
"Woah, Bfly! Are you sure she's cool enough to party with us?" Pony Head asked, eyeing the girl suspiciously.
"Hey, I'm right here!" she replied.
"She did give us back our photos," Star reminded.
"Yeah, fine, whatever." Pony Head flipped the forelock of her mane dramatically.
"Awesome!" Star cried. She grabbed (y/n)'s hand and ran rapidly towards the edge of the cloud they were on. She immediately jumped down, landing safely on the main floor beneath. The two girls had screamed the whole way down, and were now lying on the floor in a fit of giggles.
"That was awesome!" (Y/n) exclaimed.
"You know it was!" Star replied. She didn't let go of (y/n)'s hand as she dragged her off to the dance floor.
"Wait for me, Bfly!" called her other companion. "Actually, hold that thought! Cute boy alert!" Pony Head dashed off in to the crowd.
Star giggled and shrugged off the weird look she received from (y/n). The sound of her laugh made little flutters in (y/n)'s stomach.
The two girls danced together for a while. Star brought moves to the floor that (y/n) hadn't seen in any of the dance clubs she had been to before.
"You've got some sick moves, Butterfly!" (Y/n) commented.
"Here, I'll show you how to do them!" Star grabbed both of (y/n)'s hands and moved them in sync with her own. "You just gotta make stuff up and have fun!"
"Well I'm already having fun!"
(Y/n) mimicked the crazy ways in which the other girl's arms and legs were moving in. Very soon, the two were dancing together, moving in perfect harmony. It was as if they could read each other's thoughts as they dipped and spun around each other. They became the whole dance floor's center of attention. The music was almost drowned out by the crowd cheering the pair on. They only came to a stop when Star was spun in to (y/n)'s arms. Star was dipped almost to the floor before being brought up and having to stare her dance partner in the face. Their faces were only inches apart, and to (y/n)'s surprise, it was Star who closed the gap between their lips. The kiss lasted only a few moments before Star danced away from her and disappeared in to the crowd. The people's attention left the girl who was now standing still and alone in the middle of the flashing dance floor. Somehow, a slip of paper had made its way in to her hand. It had a phone number on it, and she knew exactly who it belonged to.
