Twisted

Chapter Thirty: intensity

Chapter Thirty: intensity
Josh's POV
*edited*

"Joshy." I heard a whisper in my ear.

Instantly I groaned loudly and huffed. "If you wake me up, we are throwing hands on the spot."

Callum chuckled, "Wake up." He said, ripping the blankets off of my curled body and pushing me until I fell onto the floor.

"I guess I'm sleeping here now." I said, curling into a ball on the carpet.

"Get your sleepy ass up, Joshy. We have stuff to do." He clapped his hand and I stirred more as I finally started to wake up.

"Like what?"

He grinned, "Mom is out, dad is lost in the wind somewhere. Time to come to mine and finally finish what we started."

I smiled at him, suddenly wide awake and standing on my feet. "Oh it's finally time."

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"Oh Callum. You can't do it like that. You'll break me."

He winced, "Sorry. I'm sorry."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, "Be gentle."

He glared, "Can't you see I'm trying?"

He stepped on my foot for the sixth time, I winced. "Obviously not hard enough." I whined, Staring down at my broken toes

"This whole dance thing is hard. Why did we ever decide to learn it?"

When Callum and I were 14 we would come to his house every day and danced til we had collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. His mom and dad were always out fucking around and so I'd come over and we'd go in his backyard... and dance.

When we turned 15 was when Callum said they really started to drown themselves in drugs and alcohol and spend a lot more time of their life at home.

I guess he's out of practice. It has been a year.

"I say..." I stepped back. "We just freestyle."

Callum narrowed his eyes before saying, "I dunno man. If you freestyle you might scare all the neighbors away."

"It's not like you want your neighbors near you anyway."

Callum cackled. "True true. Ok. Fine. Freestyle. What song?"

I thought about it, and then harder. And even harder until Callum finally gave up in my choice and put on a song, I had no idea what it was.

It was cloudy today, not too hot so Callum and I were wearing sweats— Callum was wearing sweats, I was wearing long basketball shorts.

And we were both wearing short sleeved shirts.

As the music played, which happened to be the song Callum had designated was our song: No Matter Where You Are.

We just... danced. Like crazy people. We didn't follow any rhythm, we probably looked like we were having a seizure standing up. We flopped around like a fish out of water and it wasn't until we heard distant thunder when we hesitated.