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5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

There was some insanity going on in Fandom this week, and after John and Gavin had been assaulted by their visitor, they'd parted. And gotten a change of wardrobe.

After leaving her in...Gavin's dorm room, Johnny realized had to find Baby, he'd made a mistake leaving Kellerman's like that. He stormed into the...common room to find her sitting in the corner, watching the show.

In reality, there was no show. It was just Gavin in a really frilly dress staring at the television and looking disheartened.

Clad in tight black pants and popped-collar shirt, Johnny stormed over to where Baby sat, announcing to the world that, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!" Then he offered her his hand.

Tomorrow would be painful.

[This is all

sith_happened's fault. Minimal OCD ~~coming for the dance~~ ready!]

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It was his moment in the spotlight and Johnny was gonna take it and make them all believe it was meant for him.

He popped up off the ground, a section of hair flapping hot and sweaty against his forehead as he gyrated through the crowd. Snapping his fingers, he made sultry eye contact with everyone, twisting and dancing up the aisle.

But none of them got anything like the look he sent Baby before he flung himself to his knees for some new version of spinning break dancing, banging his head to make his long...okay spiky hair fly.

Johnny leapt into the air from a kneeling point and turned to face the table where he knew Baby was still moving, waiting for him and their big finale. He danced with their friends, moves perfectly choreographed. Other than the part where he danced alone.

Spinning one last time he turned again to Baby and nodded his head, biting his lip in wonder of her courage. They would do the lift. But only if she was ready.

Oh, she was ready. She was ready to fly. She was ready to be a bird in the sky, feeling Johnny's hands holding her strong. He would never let her fall. He would never drop her.

Their friends rushed forward, taking her hands and helping her down. She landed daintily on her feet, not able to control her immense grin. This was their big finish. This was going to be the moment they showed everyone that dreams really could come true.

Metaphorically. Because the lift was a metaphor for life and Johnny was the earth and Baby was a bird and...look, it made sense somewhere.

The audience wasn't going to get any warning about this. Their retinas might be permanently damaged.

And that's when Baby started running towards Johnny, leaping off of her feet and into Johnny's waiting hands, ready to be lifted to the sky.

To fly!

To soar!

He was ready for her. It was just like they'd practiced. She wasn't going to stop and dance around him like the first time they'd tried the lift on stage.

Johnny's hands hit her hips and tugged upward with her jump momentum...but again, this was not some eighty pound girl he was tossing over his head. This was Gavin. Who was nearly as tall as he was and maybe a little broader.

Meaning Gavin went up and John crashed backwards where he was about to get crushed by a teenage boy.

Yet another something that was gonna hurt in the morning.

Sadly, none of this fazed Johnny.

Baby crashed down on top of Johnny, her knee narrowly missing some very important areas. She was panting and sweating but she was grinning. They'd done it, they'd done the lift.

Even if they hadn't.

They'd danced their last danced and, if anyone asked, Baby would tell them that she'd had the time of her life. She clutched Johnny to her bosom, letting their friends dance around them and wondered how her life had gotten so good.

To recap: Gavin was now clutching John to his chest. Yeeeeeeep.

Johnny pulled her closer starting to move his feet and dance again.

Because somehow he was standing, yes.

And his male parts were intact.

It was a good day.

So he started singing to his love. "Now I've. Had. The time of my life. No, I never felt this way before. Yes I swear. It's the truth..." She was the most perfect vision he'd ever seen. The song was the metaphor for their relationship when coupled with the lift and all the grinding. He screwed up his face to shout and nod his head with each of the last words of t he song, "And I owe it all to you!"

Then he gazed deeply into Baby's eyes, feeling her hands on his neck and in the back of his hair.

He was singing to her and only to her. Everyone else in the room ceased to exist but them. It was as if they were alone in a big empty room, surrounded by candles and nothing to keep them warm but their love.

...and the fire from the candles.

Baby ran her hands through the luxurious brown locks of his semi mullet. She loved the feel of its softness over her fingers. She was addicted to him, to all of him and she wanted to physically show him how much she was into him.

She leaned up closer, wanting to kiss him, needing to kiss him. It would be the cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the perfect ending to a perfect dance.

And so Baby kissed Johnny. Right there, on the common table.

Yep.

There was going to be a lot of horrified screaming and scrubbing of tongues with bleach tomorrow.

She was the time of his life. He pressed his lips to hers, not caring that her parents were watching or that he had no job and no money to his name. He had Baby Houseman.

When the kiss finally ended, Johnny looked deep into her eyes again and lifted her straight up into the air. Sort of. At least he didn't drop her.

Lowering her back into his arms, he started rocking and dancing again. This was their time. This was their love.

On the common room table.

Baby let her body slink against Johnny's, letting him feel every line of muscle and skin. He deserved it. He deserved everything. Baby found herself mesmerized by the love she saw in Johnny's bottomless orbs, found herself falling in love with him again and again.

She was so far gone.

As the party raged on around them, Baby just wanted to rock with Johnny. She could feel his heart beating under hand and feel his muscles tense under his shirt.

It was just them.

On the common room table.

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