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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Homeroom
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Marshall[sub][@Silent Observer][/sub] and Josie[sub][@Kitty][/sub]
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Josephine had gone to school a bit earlier than she normally did the morning that school resumed. Just three days prior to school starting back up her boss had given her the music for the Junior Hip Hop Squad’s routine and tasked Josie with choreographing the routine in ten days. Normally Audrey would never be that nice, giving her such a long time span; but the woman also had her choreographing the Minis’ jazz and tap routines as of the next day. So Josie really had nine days for three routines, not that she minded. The Minis’ routines were short and easy to choreograph so by now she had them worked out pretty well for the most part, she just had to clean up the ideas and come up with formations and transitions. It was just the Junior Hip Hop Squad she had to worry about. 

So Josie had gotten to school early and gone to the homeroom classroom, taking up a spot in the back where there was plenty of space for her to be up and moving. She was going to make the most of the time by choreographing, not really caring if others thought it was weird that she was dancing in the back. Josephine was confident enough in her skills and in herself that she could care less about others. Besides, once the girl began dancing she entered her own little world. Which is exactly where she was now; headphones in, music playing on repeat, and the beat of the music driving her body on autopilot through dance moves as she experimented over and over.

It was the first day of spring semester classes, and Marshall Radley had a lot to think about. So much so, that his head felt like it was actually spinning above his neck. Many things had happened over break, both good things… and not so good things. And just straight up bad things. Sure, there was Christmas and family time, but there was also the Owen situation, and the closet thing, and more importantly the Jamie thing, and then the victimizing Weekend Warrior blog, and then the Nate discussion of the blog… and of the Jamie thing. Not to mention having to figure out what to do about all of these [i]things[/i], in addition to planning prom, deciding on [i]and[/i] auditioning for this semester’s drama production, voice and dance lessons picking back up. There was just a LOT, okay?!

This is why it was a literal godsend when Marshall walked into Mrs. Winship’s homeroom to see that many of his good friends were also there. One such friend, and also his absolute favorite dance partner, was Josephine. Josie seemed to be totally in the zone, dancing her ass off in the back of the room. Yes! That looked like an excellent escape from his swimming thoughts. Marshall grinned at his Candy girls and gave a finger-wiggling wave as he passed them by to join Josie in the back.

For a few moments, he watched her and tried to guess the routine. When he didn’t recognize it, he then tried to infer the song based on her moves and rhythm. Coming up blank yet again, Marsh popped one of the wireless earbuds out of her ear and placed it in his own. Listening to the music for a few moments, he began to nod along to the beat. Letting his incessant thoughts fade away, Marshall allowed himself to be lost in the music, moving his trained body in perfect time beside Josie. 

Josie was in the zone, dancing her way through the song over and over. Her focus was on the music and her moves, nothing else in the room mattered. So when her favorite dance and sass master appeared out of nowhere, stealing one of her earbuds… she was not prepared for it. Marshall’s sudden appearance caused Josephine to jump but when he began dancing along to the music all she could do was get right back into dancing. If there was anything that made dancing better, it was dancing with Marshall.
 
Upon the song ending Josie grabbed her phone and hit pause, giving Marshall a playful glare. [color=blueviolet][b]“Marshall, you know you can’t sneak up on me when I’m in the zone.”[/b][/color] She playful slapped his arm, a smile spreading on her face. [color=blueviolet][b]“So what brings you to the dance corner of homeroom this morning? With everything that happened at the party I would have thought you’d be with the other Candies gossiping about all the exciting things that happened.”[/b][/color] Pushing a piece of her naturally coiled hair behind her ear, Josie gave Marshall a look of curiosity as she awaited his answer.

[color=997fdb][b]“Exciting? I guess… that’s one way to put it.”[/b][/color] Marsh replied through heavy breaths from their little dance session. [color=997fdb][b]“Truthfully, I came back here for a distraction. You know I love drama, but I really hate being the subject of it.”[/b][/color] He grimaced, reflecting on that god awful article that poked and prodded at a situation that he would rather forget. Marshall then flicked his eyes over to where Jamie was sitting, and bit his lip. He’d get to that. [color=997fdb][b]“So, let’s just dance, my dancing queen.”[/b][/color]

Josie knew immediately what Marshall was referring to. It was rare for anyone to not read the Weekend Warrior and she was no exception. She was, though, someone who knew a lot about dancing as a distraction, especially with Marshall. Josie and him had met through dance and connected through it, they both also knew what it was like to just want to spend hours dancing to forget everything else in life. So that’s what they would do through homeroom.
 
[color=blueviolet][b]“I’m sure people won’t mind a bit of music and of course if they have a problem they can just kiss my ass.”[/b][/color] Josie joked as she disconnected her wireless earbuds from her phone and went to her dance music playlist, pressing shuffle. Music began to blast out of her phone as she set it down and turned to Marshall, [color=blueviolet][b]“Let us dance!”[/b][/color] Josephine proclaimed in an odd accent as she held her hand out to Marshall with a huge grin on her face.

Smiling a wide and stunning grin, Marshall accepted her hand. The first song in the playlist was a familiar [url=https://youtu.be/uLKY3gS6QL8?t=2m12s]beat[/url] that they had done a tango routine to last year. Falling into the old routine came as easily as breathing, as both of their hips began to swing and snap in time to the music. Marshall spun Josie by the hand and then pulled her so that they were chest to chest, in what appeared to be a passionate embrace. With this [i]Dirty Dancing[/i] vibe, it would be hard to believe that Marsh was a gay man dancing with one of his good friends, rather than them simply being a pair of lovers. It would be hard to believe… but everyone in the room knew Marshall, so it wasn’t.

The music took control as it coursed through her veins, moving her and Marshall in sync. Their moves, though well rehearsed, looked natural and painted emotion through the room. Ever since the two friends had met, they’d been dance partners. Josie and Marshall just naturally worked perfectly together in dances, even when it came to improvising, it was like they could read one another’s mind and they always were on the same page. As they danced in the class Josie couldn’t help but remember the competition they performed this at where a girl from another dance studio asked if the two of them were dating. That had caused Josie and Marshall to just look at each other before laughing at the thought. It just showed though, that if you didn’t know Marshall well enough then it could be easy to believe he was straight when he danced in the way he was with Josie now. 

But of course, impromptu homeroom dance parties couldn’t last forever, not even with a teacher who cared as little as Mrs. Winship did. There was a loud, exaggerating clearing of her throat before the old lady spoke up. [color=darkgray][b]“Ms. Erickson, Mr. Radley, you two are being obscene. Turn the music off and take a seat, please.”[/b][/color] At the mention of being obscene, Marshall and Josie locked eyes and, just like they had when they had been asked if they were dating, they burst out laughing together.

[color=997fdb][b]“Aww, but we didn’t even get to the twerking yet, Mrs Winship!”[/b][/color] Marshall replied with a cheeky grin, having overcome his bout of giggles.

[color=blueviolet][b]“Come on Mrs. W! We can even teach you how to twerk if you want.”[/b][/color] Josie said between escaping giggles. The thought of seeing Mrs. Winship twerking making it harder for her to contain her laughter. The statement only got Josie a blank stare from the woman who made a slight motion with her head and eyes for them to sit down. Of course her music had perfect timing as a [url=https://youtu.be/IZMfB6lNWmE?t=15s]song[/url] Mrs. Winship would not approve of began playing only causing Josie to gain a wider smile as she looked to Marshall to see how he reacted to the new song.

There was no denying it. The moment was fated. What better a song to twerk to than one by the queen of ass herself? Not only that, but a song that wasn't even veiled as being about anything other than booty… and one's ability to work it. If Mrs. Winship thought the tango was obscene, she was in for a treat with this display. Marshall grinned at Josie and bent his knees slightly to get into position.  [color=997fdb][b]“Twerk off.”[/b][/color]

[color=blueviolet][b]“Oh you are on.”[/b][/color] Josephine smirked at Marshall as she got low and began twerking. Moving her body to show off her different skills of twerking. The two were definitely being obscene now and she knew that the two of them dancing the way they were was definitely grinding on Mrs. Winship’s nerves. Josie couldn’t be more correct as she heard Mrs. Winship’s voice over the music, [color=darkgray][b] “Mr. Radley! Ms. Erickson! That is enough obscene dancing from you two. Sit down and turn the music off!” [/b][/color] 

Knowing better than to keep testing the woman, Josie stopped her twerking and held her laughter back behind a huge grin. [color=blueviolet][b]“Yes, ma’am.”[/b][/color] She put her hand up to her forehead with two fingers out giving a mini salute to Mrs. Winship before going to her phone and pausing the music. 

Marshall stifled another laugh before turning to award his homeroom teacher one of his signature charming smiles. [color=997fdb][b]“Sorry, Mrs. Winship!”[/b][/color] He apologized in what seemed like a genuine way, and that seemed to placate the woman for now. It helped that Josie was also turning off the music, as was requested.

[color=997fdb][b]“Thanks JoJo, I needed that.”[/b][/color] Marshall said to his friend before getting ready to take a seat. But which seat? He could take the easy route and go sit with his girls. Or he could be bold. Marshall being Marshall, he chose the latter, and decided to take the seat right next to Jamie. This would be fine, yes, totally fine.