How To Date A Greek Boy

Let's Yell Out To The World

Hai :P
Yes, I'm alive, I'm right here, and MY MAIN EXAMS ARE OVER I JUST HAVE 2-3 MORE LEFT AND THEN I'M GOING OFF ON A HOLIDAYYYY!
Just GUESS where ;)
Also, this goes out to KeepYourFocus because your advice about using less dialogues is ACTUALLY helping, and I'm happier with my writing now. I hope it's better now, the writing.
Do give me any feedback you think could improve the story :)
Also, I'm putting up a story named Charlice And The Ghosts. Go check it out! It's anything but cliche (unlike this, I'll admit) :P You won't regret it!
Sorry for the long A/N XD

A street disco was one whole, big area or street that would be converted into an open air disco, with permission from the authorities. Tonight, the area was Hyde Park. They’d specially allowed it to be kept open at night for the disco.

Hyde Park was ablaze with lights. They twinkled from every tree, on every path, directing us to the center where a DJ table and stage had been set up on the grass. From there, the whole of Hyde Park spread out in all directions. It had been converted into a grassy dance floor, packed with youngsters dancing, gyrating, making out.

“I love David Guetta!” Fran threw her hands up in the air and started bumping as Titanium came on. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Hermes eyeing her hesitantly. I nudged him.
“Go ask her to dance!” I winked.
“I’ll ask her only if you ask Kon.” He smirked.
That’s a boy’s job!, my mind protested.
Let’s not be sexist, I pacified Inner Lee and nodded at Hermes.

I sidled up to Kon and swallowing my womanly pride, asked if he wanted to dance.
“Glad you asked.” He grinned and took my hand.

All of a sudden, the DJ changed over to Kiss You by One Direction. I felt like throwing a shoe at the guy. Did he have to change over to a song that expressed a desire to kiss just as I asked Kon to dance?

As if he could read my mind, Kon grinned at me as I made every attempt to hide my face and avoid groaning. And as if one song wasn’t enough, the DJ started playing One Direction on repeat. And every song was a love song.

Just as a song was about to change, a few people got up on the stage, yelled and waved out to the crowd. I saw them lug something up. The rest of us turned to see what was happening, as the music toned down a bit.
“Oh my god, I think those are the garden ho-“

Fran never got to finish her sentence, because all of a sudden, mid dance, we got hosed.

As the water hit me, I squealed. It was so cold! You’d think it had just arrived from Antarctica! I shivered and went closer to Kon, thankful for his body heat. He hugged me, both of us completely drenched. My cheeks colored as I realized that we were both wet and hugging and our clothes were literally sticking together.
Damn you, God, for cohesive and adhesive forces.

All around me I heard squealing, laughter, and cheering as the guys on stage made it a point to get everyone drenched. Those who weren’t drenched pushed past the rest to stand in the way of the water stream, cheering as it hit them.

Then one of the guys took the DJ’s mike.
“Stage dive! Wohooo!” He hollered.

And then he took some steps behind, started running, and then, without a care in the world, he launched himself out on the waiting crowd with a bellow. The crowd literally went mad, pushing and tugging, trying to get closer to the boy. They caught him and started jostling him around, hands shifting, people carrying him as he laughed and cheered.

 “I want to do that! Lee, Marie, Crista! Come on let’s go!” Fran pulled our hands, without waiting for a reply.
“Wait! I’m coming too!” Hermes yelled, trying to catch up.