Shut Up and Smile | Eric and Gail
Gail rolled her eyes, but she was laughing, and shoved him in the chest.
“Come on, I like this song,” she said, pulling him to the side of the dance floor. She knew that if she made him get in the center of it, he might faint. And then she’d have to either dance around his still body on the floor, or try to “Weekend at Bernie’s” it and dance while holding him up. Either option sounded awkward.
“You know how to dance?”
Eric snorted, “And since when was there any skill to dancing at prom?” The truth was, Eric had no idea how he faired as a dancer. It wasn’t that he went to many parties or anything. Still he did his best to attempt to move in time with the music, all the time he was thinking ‘what the hell am I doing with my arms?’ at the back of his head.
