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the way i danced with you

"Winterfest?  What the hell is that?"

George looked to Clay, who was squinting at a poster hung in the busy hallway.

"It's a dance, idiot," George replied.

A scoff came from the other boy.  "Since when was that a thing?"

George shrugged.  "Ever since the student council decided homecoming and prom weren't enough.  So maybe a week ago."

"Whatever.  Are you ready to go?"  Clay asked, leading them out of the chaos.  George nodded, and they traveled down a set of stairs and out to the foyer of their school, where they scouted for their friends.

When they spotted four others, they made their way in that direction.

"Took you long enough," Zak said, which caused Clay to roll his eyes.

Darryl was quick to speak up.  "Guys!  Winterfest is almost here!  I'm so happy we decided to have another dance," he said.

"Yeah, and who's amazing idea was it to call it Winterfest?  It's March," Clay said.

"It was mine," Darryl said, hurt laced in his voice.  But he quickly got over it.  "It's wintery outside, still!  And, it's supposed to rain the day of the dance... Maybe that's not good, but hey."

"I think it was a good idea, for the couples maybe," George commented.

"You don't have to be part of a couple to enjoy a dance," Nick said.

Clay shoved his arm a little.  "Easy for you to say, Mr. 'I was the first of us to get a girlfriend.'"

"Whatever," Nick said.  "Let's just go get lunch.  I am not risking getting late again."

"Why do you care about being late all of a sudden?"  Vincent asked.

The six of them began heading out to the parking lot.  "Because I was given two extra assignments for the two minutes I was late last time.  Which was bullshit, by the way," Nick replied.

Outside was bleak, with gray clouds blocking the sunshine.  Other people were either coming or going from the parking lot, with cars coming from here or there.

Well, I guess it's winter-esque, George thought.

They all piled into Clay's car, which was only supposed to fit five people and not six, with Nick up front and the rest of the crew squished in the back.

"God, why can't I ever sit up front?"  Zak groaned.  "My side is fusing with the side of your car door, dude."

Clay chuckled.  "Because you complain too much, and Nick has always sat up front."

"You could always get your own car," Nick chimed.

Zak huffed.  "I can't afford a car!"

"Nah, you just don't have your license," Vincent said.  "Did you even get your permit?"

"Shut up!" Zak yelled.

George snickered to himself.  He was at the other window seat.  Although it was uncomfortable being forced into the hard door, with Vincent shoved into his other side, he never complained.  He was thankful he got a ride everywhere, and he found it neat that Clay didn't mind taking the whole crew places.

The car ride was filled with chatter and bops put on by Nick, and they stopped at a Dairy Queen.

"Dairy Queen, really?"  Vincent said.  "We could have gone anywhere but you chose Dairy Queen?"