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I would like to reach out my hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run
You know what they say about the young
Well pick me up with golden hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run
You know what they say about the young
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Bea had to admit it had been a long time since she had smiled, much less laughed this much.  Getting Archer to break through his white boy stiffness was grand fun!  She had even gotten the boys to do a spin and dip in the heat of the dance.  She hardly noticed the rose color on their cheeks afterward as she provided the next steps of the dance.  Their joyful dance lasted shorter than she would have liked.  There was a loud crash and a crowd gathering.

She followed along behind the boys but really couldn't see much.  She could hear shouting from the center of the crowd and jeering from their peers.  Her petite size made it impossible for her to see into the middle.  Suddenly there was a break in the crowd for a just a few moments as Salem's fist connected with Sonny's nose.  Bea winced as she lifted a hand to her own and rubbed it gently.  She was honestly surprised a fight had not broken out sooner considering her classmates.

The crowd parted for Salem to leave and started to disperse when Sonny slinked off.  She turned to look at her two dance partners.  If she were the type to notice such things, she would have realized how nervous Archer was.  Instead, he just began to ramble about being needed elsewhere.  There was the kiss, a mild little peck on the cheek and a hug for Kavan.  In a different world, she would have realized what that meant.  She would have understood the odd look on their faces.  Rather, she leaned backward as Archer bent down and forward to speak with her.  Having someone's face that close was unnerving.  [color=E0633C]"French boys?  I don't...  What does that-"[/color] Archer was gone.  Despite the number of times she had watched the Titanic with her father's the quote had gone way over her head.

She felt a bit bad to admit it but she was relieved that Archer was not quite so close now.  It was also now that some rusty gears started to spin in the tiny girl's head.  Kavan's face was all ruddy, he stammered and was obviously in discomfort.  [color=E0633C]"Do you have to take a shit or sumthin?"[/color] she said bluntly.  Then she remembered the kiss on the cheek.  [color=E0633C]"Wait..."[/color]  It was all starting to come to her.  Those gears were working through the rust. [color=E0633C]"OOOOH!"[/color] she said rather loudly.  [color=E0633C]"Oooooooh...  You're gay for Archer.  Well, you're in luck I hear he's gay too.  Hey, maybe you should go after him or sumthin.  'Stead of wasting time with me."[/color]  Her face was one of open honesty and bland disregard for the decorum for these sorts of statements. [color=E0633C]"I'll be fine.  Most guys wanna get laid after a dance anyway.  And if you swing that way it certainly isn't gonna be me.  I had the misfortune to be born without a dick."[/color]    No blush.  No sense of any real emotion played across her features.

Instead, her eyes roamed around the slowly emptying club.  Where was Jordan?  Bea hadn't seen him in quite a while.  Surely he hadn't left, had he?  Left with Chanel?  Her heart began to thump painfully in her chest.  It was like someone had punched her in the stomach at the thought.  Oh god.  She was dying.  Her heart was all messed up and she was literally dying.  She clutched at her chest as her breath came out short.  [color=E0633C]"Uhm...  I think I might need the hospital,"[/color] she managed to gasp out as tears came to her eyes.