FanFic: If the girl can't dance
Title: If the girl can’t dance
Characters-Pairings: Luis (POV), Brad, Patrick, Kat, Bianca and others - Kat/Patrick
Rating: PG
Summary: “This is exactly where they’re at, with Kitten basically living up to the drunken teenage girl stereotype! Who would have thought...”
Disclaimer: I obviously DO NOT own anything... I'm just a fan expressing some love.
Random Rambling: I don't do the fanfic thing at all... I don't consider myself a writer (don’t have the patience or the talent for it) but this popped in my head after watching the promo and since I loved the Autoshop guys I gave it a go and I thought I’d share just to see how it fared. This is completely un-beta’d so any humongous mistakes just credit them to that.
PS. The song Kat is singing is "The boy does nothing" by Alesha Dixon.
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And this is exactly why Luis prefers his chicks just a bit drunk. Because even if in their everyday sober life they are the most held together individuals, it only takes them a couple of beers and they're acting out all "Risky Business" like. I mean guys rarely even do this with a crowd!
But yeah, this is exactly where they're at, with Kitten basically living up to the drunken teenage girl stereotype! Who would have thought...
And DUDE! She's like not even remotely holding back, and he can't believe it, but he's not complaining because he is loving it! And he's not alone.
Brad for one, has this huge grin on his face, and Luis is pretty sure the ass hat their school has for a soccer team captain, has been drooling over her since she came down wearing that oversized button down white shirt. He's even more sure the better vantage point to Kat's performance is the only reason that such a high socially ranking jock is standing so close to their little group of insignificant outcasts, missfits and freaks.
The only two people not particularly pleased are her sister who looks mortified by Kitten's behaviour and Patrick who... Well nobody can really read Verona, and he is not about to start trying now, when there certainly are better things to be doing. So he doesn't give it a second thought and returns his attention where the fun's at.
She's still dancing and swaying and singing loudly and badly and out of sync into the karaoke microphone, fourth song in a row. Suddenly she jumps on the coffee table using it as a makeshift stage.
Charlie wolf howls and that other creepy sophomore kid he occasionally hangs out with (Mattie or something like that) looks like if he died right now it would be one heck of a way to go.
Patrick's head snaps their way and for a second Luis thinks he might have seen some kind of anger(?) boiling in there. But before he finds the time to maybe process the thought, Brad's elbowing him lightly in the ribs and heckles.
"Bet she wouldn't talk back now, huh?"
He agrees she totally wouldn't.
"Kitten's officially a Bobcat!"
And naturally they find that HIGH-larious, so they laugh... like really hard and really loud and really amused and naturally they turn around to let Verona in on the joke and... Well, that was a sobering experience...
He's glaring. As in another-noise-from-you-and-it's-the-last-thing-you-ever-do type glaring that has earned him his street rep.
Now, both of them know Patrick well enough, are friendly with him enough to deduct that a good ninety five percent of what is said about him is exactly what you'd expect: unbased rumours, gossip, factoids blown out of proportion. But at that brief moment he could believe every little bit of it, from the cannibalism, to the jail time, to the drug lord of a mother. And Brad sees it too, so they both shut up.
He is clearing his throat looking up at the ceiling lights, down at his shoes (anywhere but Patrick or Kitten) while Brad just gapes surprised and speechless (and Luis would also assume just a tiny bit terrified) his eyes almost popping out of his head making him look too much like a cartoon blowfish.
Ass hat on the other hand, being an ass hat, doesn't pick up on this and interjects in on what is now apparently an "off limits" joke.
"Think if we give her another beer she'll take the shirt off too?"
It happens so fast (even though, if he's being honest, by now, he was half expecting it) nobody has any time to stop it or react (not that if they did have the time anyone would really try).
Soccer dude's tip toes are barely touching the ground, while Patrick is holding him up to his face, their noses almost touching; the guy's starched collar all crumbled in Patrick's fists.
Verona is furious, but surprisingly not all red in the face. Anything but red. In fact he's gone a little pale to tell you the truth. He seems very calm and composed considering he's holding a guy just barely off the ground, with his eyes screaming murder (and this time no one needs to guess what Patrick Verona is feeling or thinking. There is no room for doubt as to what one might be seeing).
"What did you say?"
It's said quietly, barely above a whisper. However the menace and the threat can be heard crystal clearly over all the fuss and the music. And as surprised, confused and scared as he was when he was hauled up from his comfy mocking position, Luis would bet good money, it's the question that makes the, oh so magnificent, David Beckham of Padua High, Wannabe piss in his pants, just a little. Just enough for it to count.
He stammers making incoherent excuses, meekly tries to break free from the death grip on his shirt, (and Luis does feel kinda sorry for him... a little). Everyone in close proximity is just staring on, as the once high and mighty Beau Brodey tries to recover his ability to construct a sentence while Patrick Verona is keeping his hold on the poor bastard with the same stony expression on his face.
"Patrick, please do something!"
That grabs his attention. He lets go off the kid who falls on his ass (and pretty much crawls as far away as fast as he possibly can) and turns his attention to Bianca who's trying to push her way through to him. The crowd is making it difficult for such a small person so she just points towards the older Stratford sister's general direction.
Patrick turns around so fast, he is knocked off his feet and back into Brad, and he only has a second to see the petrified expression on Patrick's face before he storms off, and Brad is pulling him back up on his feet.
They both turn to see what's up and just can't seem to decide if what they're witnessing is funny or scary. Luis knows that going with funny could probably get him killed, if Patrick found out, but there is something inherently comical about an intoxicated Kat Stratford jumping from the coffee table onto the couch and back again, her father's shirt, the way it's flying about with every jump, coming way too close to fulfilling Beau's wish.
Patrick has now almost reached her, and she seems to have noticed him coming because her next jump is to the armchair further from him.
"Should we, like... help him or something?"
And Brad looks at him like he's got two heads.
"I'd like to remain in one piece thank you very much! Staying away from those two, right now seems like the best way to keep that plan in place."
He knows Brad is right. Knows it with every fibre of his being. But truth be told, he likes Kitten. Not in the same way Verona does, God no! (Not that she's not hot, cause she is... but, not the point. You just don't go after your friend's girl. Bro code numero freakin' UNO! And he does consider Patrick a friend). But he does like her (she did prove she was worthy of being liked, and even Brad with his propaganda against "girls and their witchy ways" has admitted that) and his friend likes her so sure! He'll do the "stand up guy" thing.
"Dude, come on!"
Brad groans but follows him anyway. When they reach the duo of angry teenagers, Patrick's trying to talk her down and she's making a show of ignoring him.
"... stop doing that and get down, before you trip or miss a step and fall on your head."
"... thousand lines, where do I begin? And I, I been here, been there travelling I saw you at..."
"You know what? Fine! Go right ahead. I'd love to see you try and explain the bloodstain on the carpet to your crazy father, though, so make sure to call me over when that happy occasion takes place."
Well that earns him a glare!
"My father is not crazy!"
"Sure he is! It's the only thing that could explain you. Schizophrenia is genetic you know."
And another glare which very dangerously turns into this venomous smile and Luis is thankful he's not on the receiving end.
"Oh, look at that! Little boy use big words. Were you practising that and saving it for a backup zinger on a rainy day?"
"And waste it on you when you won't remember? Why bother?"
"Everything okay you two?"
Wrong move seeing as that earns him glares from both of them and a unison "FINE!!"
"Told ya they didn't need us. So we'll just leave you two crazy kids to...."
And now Luis is glaring....
"Hey Kitten, why don't you get down while Brad and I go grab you some coffee?"
"I don't need coffee! I don't need anything from you! Any of you."
She's answering his question but looking squarely at Patrick.
"Now where was I...? Right! He does nothing the BOY does nothing! Everybody now...!!!"
She's holding the mic out to the crowd and Patrick finds his chance. He grabs her extended arm and hauls her over his shoulder.
"Okay! That's it! We're done! Show's over!!!
"Let! Me! GO!"
She's not the only one protesting but Patrick doesn't seem to give a rat's ass. Charlie actually tries to play macho making a move to come up closer and make his case, but Patrick rises up to his full height, squares his shoulders, sets his face and he still manages to look pretty damn scary even though he's got a half dressed Kat hanging from his shoulder. Charlie scrambles so fast he manages to reach the other side of the room before his yelp even leaves his lips.
Kitten's flailing and slapping his back and arms and using words and expressions a sober person wouldn't be able to pronounce properly (which is damn impressive) but Patrick doesn't budge. He snatches the mic out of her hands and tosses it over to Luis.
"Do you want us to get her some coffee or lemon juice or something?"
"Do NOT speak about me like I'm not here!"
"Nah. I think we're good."
He readjusts her on his shoulder and is about to turn around when he changes his mind and turns back.
"Hey. Thanks."
"No problem man."
"Anytime."
Patrick smiles and tries to hide it by turning his lips into a smirk instead, but neither miss the original sentiment.
"Okay you. Now let's get you upstairs and in bed."
They try - not very hard - to hold back laughter when they see her mortified face as Patrick turns around and makes his way towards the staircase
"You are not allowed anywhere near my bed. BIANCA!!!"
Patrick's shoulders are shaking from laughter and Kat's moving along with the shudders and his pacing as the young one scrambles past them to get to the her spectacle of a sister, reassuring her that she's coming and that Patrick will not go anywhere near her bed.
It's once they're out of earshot that Luis turns to Brad, staring.
"What?"
"Anytime?"
"Yeah...?"
"You didn't even want to help!"
"Not the point. I came, didn't I?"
Luis rolls his eyes, turns and starts to walk away, in the process tossing the microphone to Brad which he catches like it's a hot potato.
"Dude! I tagged along anyway!!! It totally counts!!"
Brad whines as he follows his buddy.