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antivanruffles) wrote2010-04-12 08:02 pm
antivanruffles) wrote2010-04-12 08:02 pm
Answer to V's challenge.
Noah had done some stupid things in his life. Several actually.
There was the time he took a joy ride in his dads car with a couple of friends, not so bad all in all, except he was only 12 and wrecked the car into a telephone pole.
There was the time he had tried to practice his skating on the not quite froze pond behind his grandmother’s house. Or the time during senior year when he had got into a drinking contest with Kevin and ended up puking his guts out for the rest of the night, and most of the next morning. Thankfully he hadn’t gotten alcohol poisoning.
But this, this took the cake.
Okay, volunteering at the summer camp, fine idea. Great idea actually, because that meant he got to spend tons of time with Lita.
Beautiful, fun, sweet, wonderful Lita.
Letting himself get talked into performing for the kids’ talent show. Bad, horrible, awful, stupid idea! Well maybe not that bad, he had been going to do a stand up routine with some material written by Zach, Jay, and himself.
But that wasn’t what they announced when they called him up on stage, no, they had said he would be doing a tribute to “The Evolution of Dance.”
Fuck Jay, Zach, and the horse they rode in on!
______
“What do think he‘ll do? Freak out and walk off stage?” Jay turned to Zach and smiled.
“I don’t know, but it’s going to be fun whatever it is.” Jay turned back to his friend on stage and waited. “Oh! I think he’s going to go for it.”
“Elvis isn’t so hard.. Just wiggle the hips. Oh but wiggle them at someone else NOAH!” Zach shouted at his friend. “I may never eat again.”
“Oh quit being such a baby, Zach. He’s only wiggling his hips at you because he wants to live at the YMCA!” Jay spelled out the letters with his hands. “Look how enthusiastic he is!”
Zach turned back just in time to see the death glare Noah shot at Jay. “We’re dead, you realize that, right?
“It’ll be worth once he does the Brady Bunch dance. You keep on dancing through the night Noah!” Jay cackled and whooped.
“His robot needs some work. What’s next? Ah the chicken dance. Would be better if he was in a lederhosen.”
“It would,” Jay agreed, “but even better is MC Hammer.” The pair watched in amazement as Noah crab shuffled across the stage, which led into the running man, followed-up by the sprinkler, the shopping cart, lawn mower and the cabbage patch.
“He’s got balls, you got to give him that.” Zach whispered in awe.
“No way, he’s into it now. Noah loves his white-boy dances, don’t you know?”
“Oh god, Tonto, he’s jumping on it.” Zach closed his eyes to block out the frightening scene before him. However he found it to be much like a car wreck and he couldn’t look away for too long. “Gah! I’ll never be able to listen to Sir Mix-A-Lot ever again.”
“Big butts indeed.” Jay mumbled before smacking Zach repeatedly on the arm. “Cotton Eye Joe! He’s going to do the Hillbilly Dance!” The blond dissolved into laughter.
“Where on earth did he learn the N’Sync moves?” Zach wondered out loud. “I bet he used to listen them.”
Jay and Zach watched on in silence as Noah moved through the Cupid Shuffle, a random bit of James Brown, and the Macarana. However the playlist was coming to an end, and somehow Noah must’ve sensed it, because he decided to go for his grand finale.
He moved to one side before throwing himself to the ground and worming his way to center stage where he proceeded to embrace his inner B-Boy and started to breakdance.
Things were going fairly well, he was wind milling and helicoptering to his hearts content, until he decided to try the headspin. In his excitement he had gotten a little too close to the edge, and when he missed his placement, he toppled over the side of the stage onto the cement below. Noah landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs, and cracking his head against unforgivening ground.
The CD skipped to a halt and everyone held their breath. Lita, who had been sitting in the bleachers with some of the younger children, dashed down the stairs to Noah’s side.
“Noah! Are you alright?” Plopping down on the ground and pulling his head onto her lap, she gave a grateful sigh when Noah blinked open his chocolate brown eyes and looked up at her.
“What happened?” He asked in a half moan.
“You fell.” Lita informed him with tears in her eyes.
“I fell?”
“Yes, does it hurt?” She asked while running her hand down the side of his face.
“My head does.” Noah answered and closed his eyes again. The next moment he felt soft lips brush against his forehead. Opening his eyes again, Noah saw Lita’s face was inches from his own.
“Does it feel better now?” She asked with a sweet little half smile.
“Actually, it does.” He answered with his own little half smile. At that moment the Camp Director and paramedics came rushing in, pulled Lita away from Noah, and placed him in a neck brace before loading him onto a gurney and stared to roll him toward the medical building. Before they got too far though, Noah stopped them and asked to see Zach and Jay.
They made their sheepish way up their infirm friend. Both were quite surprised when he greeted them with a friendly wave, instead of flipping them the bird.
“Thanks you guys.” He said when they were close enough.
“What? You’re not mad?” Zach asked incredulously.
“No, I owe you guys actually.”
“But it’s our fault you bashed your head in.. what if you had died!” Jay nearly shouted.
“It was worth it.” Noah smiled at them serenely.
“I think the fall knocked the sense right out of you, man.” Jay breathed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Nope. It was totally worth it and I owe you both.” Noah said with a slight shake of his head, or as much of a shake he could manage with the neck brace on. “Because she kissed me!”
The pair of blonds watched on, mouths agape, as the paramedics wheeled Noah toward the infirmary, Lita walking slowly beside the gurney, Noah’s hand held firmly in her own. Then their eyes slowly swiveled over to where Amy and Raye sat with Serena and Darien, discussing the events of the night.
“So Zach…. I have this idea….” Jay said while throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders and leading him off toward their bunkhouse.
There was the time he took a joy ride in his dads car with a couple of friends, not so bad all in all, except he was only 12 and wrecked the car into a telephone pole.
There was the time he had tried to practice his skating on the not quite froze pond behind his grandmother’s house. Or the time during senior year when he had got into a drinking contest with Kevin and ended up puking his guts out for the rest of the night, and most of the next morning. Thankfully he hadn’t gotten alcohol poisoning.
But this, this took the cake.
Okay, volunteering at the summer camp, fine idea. Great idea actually, because that meant he got to spend tons of time with Lita.
Beautiful, fun, sweet, wonderful Lita.
Letting himself get talked into performing for the kids’ talent show. Bad, horrible, awful, stupid idea! Well maybe not that bad, he had been going to do a stand up routine with some material written by Zach, Jay, and himself.
But that wasn’t what they announced when they called him up on stage, no, they had said he would be doing a tribute to “The Evolution of Dance.”
Fuck Jay, Zach, and the horse they rode in on!
______
“What do think he‘ll do? Freak out and walk off stage?” Jay turned to Zach and smiled.
“I don’t know, but it’s going to be fun whatever it is.” Jay turned back to his friend on stage and waited. “Oh! I think he’s going to go for it.”
“Elvis isn’t so hard.. Just wiggle the hips. Oh but wiggle them at someone else NOAH!” Zach shouted at his friend. “I may never eat again.”
“Oh quit being such a baby, Zach. He’s only wiggling his hips at you because he wants to live at the YMCA!” Jay spelled out the letters with his hands. “Look how enthusiastic he is!”
Zach turned back just in time to see the death glare Noah shot at Jay. “We’re dead, you realize that, right?
“It’ll be worth once he does the Brady Bunch dance. You keep on dancing through the night Noah!” Jay cackled and whooped.
“His robot needs some work. What’s next? Ah the chicken dance. Would be better if he was in a lederhosen.”
“It would,” Jay agreed, “but even better is MC Hammer.” The pair watched in amazement as Noah crab shuffled across the stage, which led into the running man, followed-up by the sprinkler, the shopping cart, lawn mower and the cabbage patch.
“He’s got balls, you got to give him that.” Zach whispered in awe.
“No way, he’s into it now. Noah loves his white-boy dances, don’t you know?”
“Oh god, Tonto, he’s jumping on it.” Zach closed his eyes to block out the frightening scene before him. However he found it to be much like a car wreck and he couldn’t look away for too long. “Gah! I’ll never be able to listen to Sir Mix-A-Lot ever again.”
“Big butts indeed.” Jay mumbled before smacking Zach repeatedly on the arm. “Cotton Eye Joe! He’s going to do the Hillbilly Dance!” The blond dissolved into laughter.
“Where on earth did he learn the N’Sync moves?” Zach wondered out loud. “I bet he used to listen them.”
Jay and Zach watched on in silence as Noah moved through the Cupid Shuffle, a random bit of James Brown, and the Macarana. However the playlist was coming to an end, and somehow Noah must’ve sensed it, because he decided to go for his grand finale.
He moved to one side before throwing himself to the ground and worming his way to center stage where he proceeded to embrace his inner B-Boy and started to breakdance.
Things were going fairly well, he was wind milling and helicoptering to his hearts content, until he decided to try the headspin. In his excitement he had gotten a little too close to the edge, and when he missed his placement, he toppled over the side of the stage onto the cement below. Noah landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs, and cracking his head against unforgivening ground.
The CD skipped to a halt and everyone held their breath. Lita, who had been sitting in the bleachers with some of the younger children, dashed down the stairs to Noah’s side.
“Noah! Are you alright?” Plopping down on the ground and pulling his head onto her lap, she gave a grateful sigh when Noah blinked open his chocolate brown eyes and looked up at her.
“What happened?” He asked in a half moan.
“You fell.” Lita informed him with tears in her eyes.
“I fell?”
“Yes, does it hurt?” She asked while running her hand down the side of his face.
“My head does.” Noah answered and closed his eyes again. The next moment he felt soft lips brush against his forehead. Opening his eyes again, Noah saw Lita’s face was inches from his own.
“Does it feel better now?” She asked with a sweet little half smile.
“Actually, it does.” He answered with his own little half smile. At that moment the Camp Director and paramedics came rushing in, pulled Lita away from Noah, and placed him in a neck brace before loading him onto a gurney and stared to roll him toward the medical building. Before they got too far though, Noah stopped them and asked to see Zach and Jay.
They made their sheepish way up their infirm friend. Both were quite surprised when he greeted them with a friendly wave, instead of flipping them the bird.
“Thanks you guys.” He said when they were close enough.
“What? You’re not mad?” Zach asked incredulously.
“No, I owe you guys actually.”
“But it’s our fault you bashed your head in.. what if you had died!” Jay nearly shouted.
“It was worth it.” Noah smiled at them serenely.
“I think the fall knocked the sense right out of you, man.” Jay breathed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Nope. It was totally worth it and I owe you both.” Noah said with a slight shake of his head, or as much of a shake he could manage with the neck brace on. “Because she kissed me!”
The pair of blonds watched on, mouths agape, as the paramedics wheeled Noah toward the infirmary, Lita walking slowly beside the gurney, Noah’s hand held firmly in her own. Then their eyes slowly swiveled over to where Amy and Raye sat with Serena and Darien, discussing the events of the night.
“So Zach…. I have this idea….” Jay said while throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders and leading him off toward their bunkhouse.