From underdogs to top dogs

Chapter 63

It was the second say at the studios and today was focused on the dancers.

"So we know all of you can dance but you four are the ones that take it for a GCSE correct?" Kyle asked. The group of four nodded.

"Yeah we take it as a subject in school and represent our school in competitions." Sweetie replied.

"And you guys get a lot of questions about your dance but one seems to pop up the most. Why doesn't Marshall dance with Everest but with Skye?"

The two tried to hold in their laughter as the knew this was coming.

"Well," Skye started. "Within our class we're given positions as it were. I'm the girls lead and Marsh leads the boys. That kinda means we have to dance with each other for a lot of the categories at competitions and I guess it's just easier than constantly switching partners."

"And before you ask, I don't care." Everest said, making everyone laugh.

"I'm glad." Marshall joked.

"But was it awkward to begin with?"

"Absolutely." All of them said.

"I can remember the first time, Marshall had to pull you in from a spin and you kept at least three foot between you at all times." Sweetie recalled.

"Yeah we did think it could have an effect on our relationships." Marshall responded.

"But after they told us it wouldn't be a problem - it was merely professional - we were fine and just got on with it."

"You don't even feel awkward when you have to grind on him in a routine." Everest smirked.

"Ev!" Marshall and Skye looked at the laughing girl. Skye laughed herself and held her head in her hands.

"I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut." Marshall shook his head.

"Can I just point out," Skye breathed, "that was not by choice." The group started laughing again. "And it doesn't happen often."

"Just another day at the office." Sweetie snickered.

"Pretty much." Skye sighed.

"So can you show us some moves
then?" Carla asked.

"Course we will. Come on you guys." The four moved to a clear area to show off their skills.

"Dibs not going first!" Sweetie and Everest said.

"Marsh looks like its you and me." Skye high fived him.

"Yup." He nodded. Skye twisted her ponytail and secured it into a topknot on her head.

"What are you doing?" Everest asked.

"Marshall knows. Even you guys haven't seen this move yet." The blonde grinned.

"Ready?" Marshall stood behind Skye.

"Ready." She kept her back to him. Marshall held Skye's hands; his left in her right and vis versa, crossing his arms around her front. Effortlessly, Skye jumped, flipped and twisted herself over the boy's head, still holding his hands, landing on her feet and stood back to back.

"Crushed it!" She cheered triumphantly.

"That has taken us weeks." Marshall pulled Skye into a friendly hug. "And I don't have your hair in my mouth." He chuckled.

Meanwhile, Chase, Tracker, Rocky and Zuma were in the apartment staring at the bathroom door.

"Rubble?" Chase called. No reply.

"Rubble. Come on open up."

"Dudes he's been in thewe for almost twenty-fouw houws. I'm wowwied."

"Me too."

Rubble was indeed locked in the bathroom. Sat with his back against the door and his head in his hands.

"I've messed up big time. She'll never like me now - I've blurted on live television. What an idiot." He muttered to himself.

He ignored his friends and continued to stare at the floor. Suddenly, his phone rang. The blonde boy thought that it was his friends so he nearly declined the call. However when he saw the screen he froze before accepting.

"Chelsea?"