Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

74. Shut Up and Dance With Me

Percy sat at the bar, drinking his whiskey spur, when in the corner of his eye the beautiful girl walked in and let loose. He envied her, being so carefree, and happy. Its not like he's a stickler, he just can't for some reason get the thought that everyone is judging him.

He knows thats not true of course, but that doesn't make him any more comfortable, or feel less self conscious. Dancing just isn't for him. Sure he'll tap his foot along the beat of the song but thats as rowdy as he'll get.

He comes to the club with his friends and their girlfriends every weekend, and every weekend he sees that same girl. With her blonde hair and gray eyes, he's developed a sort of crush on her, it started as a hatred since she can be so loose, when he eventually realized it was just that he wished he could be like her.

But what can he do? Its not like he can just go up to her and be like 'hey I've been watching you every weekend and I see you can dance wanna help me?' No he can't do that. Thats just creepy! His friends would find out and ridicule him. He can't. Its also another reason he doesn't dance. His friends would ridicule him. Jason, though he dances like a dad can make Piper giggle with his dance moves. Percy, not having anyone feels as though he's all alone, dancing for nobody. Whats the point in that?

"Long Island Ice Tea?" An angelic voice rang in his ears. He looked to his left and there she was, sitting right next to him. Does he say something? Can he say something? What would he even say? Its not like she'd ever be interested in him! "Hey." He almost didn't hear her.

"What? Oh, hey." He blushed as she giggled. He got her to giggle!

"I've seen you here before I think."

"Yeah, my friends force me here like every weekend."

"So you've seen me too." He blushed. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"What do you mean? Why would I go up to a stranger and talk to them?" She giggled again and he got the feeling she wasn't laughing at his words but at him. "No need to laugh at me." He grumbled.

"I'm not, you're cute." What now?

"What?" He asked with a smirk.

"I said you're cute."

"Oh, I just wasn't sure I heard you right. Since guys aren't usually called 'cute' manly, sure, brave, sure, but cute? Nope."

"Sorry to break it to you. You're cute." He couldn't get the smile off his face. She drank her drink. "You're always at the bar though. I never get to talk to you, I also kinda sssumed you had a drinking problem."

"Oh, no, its just my friends force me out here so they can see their girlfriends and I don't actually have a girlfriend I guess you could say I'm in between girlfriends," she smirked. "and I don't dance so I found a home at the bar."

"Why don't you dance?"

"Whats the point? Its not like I have someone to dance with or for."

"Come." She tried to drag him off the barstool but he stayed put.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up and dance." She dragged him off the stool and into the crowd of people dancing and having fun. He was uncomfortable and felt so vulnerable. She intertwined their hands and jumped around a bit. "Come on, let loose a little Seaweed Brain!"

"Seaweed Bain?"

"Your drink is a whisky sour, a beach drink." That somehow made sense?

"Oh, well I better get back to it don't you think?"