Cerulean Found

Chapter 67 - Jump Up, Move Around

He doesn't wait for my reply, which would have been a firm negative. Instead he begins to lead me onto the dance floor. I don't know why he now is suddenly in the dancing mood.

"I'm perfectly fine just watching a bit longer," I protest.

"Don't be silly, we came to dance, so we're going to dance Mila."

"I don't know where I'd have a better view of you Josh. Sitting here at the table or right there on the dance floor?" Travis jokes.

"I definitely think that if you want a clear view, right here is your best bet. If you're out on the dance floor you'll be concentrating so hard on what foot to move next that you won't even notice Josh," Brooklynn playfully answers. "And I have a feeling we want to witness this," she adds with a giggle.

I only just met her, but Brooklyn seems really nice. And she has great taste. She is sporting a pair of pink jeweled sandals that I absolutely love. She seems like the type of girl I can see myself becoming friends with.

"True. True Brook. We'll sit this one out, but the next song me and you will get out there and show them how it's done."

"Suit yourself" Josh calls out as he leads me to the dance floor. I reluctantly follow.

I am tense. I can feel it. I am terrified to really move. I am scared of what might happen if I really let loose. I would be mortified if I threw up in front of everyone. That is a scene I don't think that I could ever live down.

When we reach the dead center of the dance floor, Josh begins jumping around. He pounces up and down to the beat of the bass. He is horrible but is clearly oblivious to this fact or just doesn't care. He's having fun. His carefree spirit makes me smile.

I close my eyes and let the song overtake my body. I begin to shake my hips to the music. My feet lift to the drum beat. I open my eyes and reach for Josh's hands. It is hard to feel sick, the music is like a drug, extremely contagious and hard to resist. Josh's two hands are interlocked with mine as we face each other on the floor. I step forward and then back. Rocking back and forth. Each step is in sync to the pounding rhythm of the song.

Josh is like jelly in my hands. He moves around so loosely, like a rubber band. I have to try hard not to laugh. He just looks so awkward as he attempts to shake his lower extremities to the beat. He doesn't seem to mind that he looks crazy, or at least he didn't appear to care. He actually seemed to be having a good time fumbling around under my lead.

I decide to try a turn. I let go of one of his hands and indicate for him to stand still. I then twirl myself under our interlocked hands before stepping on his firmly planted foot with my spiked heel. I stand in complete shock. He just laughs and assures me he is fine. At that moment I stop trying to teach and guide Josh and just let him move to the music as he wishes and I do the same. It is more liberating dancing this way. We just bounce around and shake our hips, turning occasionally whenever we feel like it. I know what we were doing more than likely isn't classified as dance, but we're having fun, so who cares?

Travis and Brooklynn get up to join us before the song is even over. They follow our lead and trot around the dance floor just like us. Jumping and swaying to the music. I grab Brooklyn and the two of us shimmy and shake and twirl together. Next Travis grabs my hand and I spin around with him. I keep my eyes on Josh the whole time. He is simply amazing.

He can't dance to save his life. He clearly has two left feet and possibly no rhythm in his whole entire body, but here he is dancing, looking like a complete fool, yet it doesn't phase him. It doesn't bother me either. We are both having the time of our lives just feeling the music and moving however we feel in the moment.