I'm TRYING to update all of my stories before I have to go do my homework and essay .-. Enjoy!

Angel P.O.V (11 ½ years old)

I watched as Aubrey drove down in her father's limo, her green eyes narrowing at me as she drove down. She knows she likes me. She just doesn't want to admit it. I smirked at turned around, running back to the park I came from. I'm about to visit my friend Maccoy's house to practice some dance moves. I met him two years ago with his other friend, Oblio. He is kind of weird… so I don't hang out with him much.

I was at the park, getting on my scooter. It's my transportation right now, but I'll get a car. I rode around the grass, checking out some cute girls in skirts. "Sup, ladies." I winked. The girls giggled to themselves, looking at me and blushing. I see that they think I'm cute… girls. I smiled and kept riding my scooter, heading for Maccoy's house. I was there in a couple minutes, passing even more girls and a couple boys I met days ago. They think I'm that fly, this is why Aubrey and I should get together and hook up.

I was at Maccoy's house getting off my scooter, leaving my helmet, and taking my keys. Everyone knows that if they want this scooter, they will steal it from my hands. I dusted off my white inner shirt, and my red skinny jeans, I also had a white leather jacket on. SWAG. That's what teenagers made up and say now. I knocked on Maccoy's door, his mom coming out and smiling. "Hi Angel! Here to see Maccoy?" she asked.

"Hey Ms. Rigro! Yup, Maccoy and I are practicing some moves." I bragged.

"How nice! Come on!" she gestured me to come in her house, which I did. I passed Maccoy's sister, a smoking hot teen. "Hola girl. Want me to show you some lessons?" I smooth talked.

She was reading a book, and looked up at me. "Ugh. Angel. Go see Maccoy and leave me alone. No. I don't want any of those weird lessons." She looked back at her book, and I laughed to myself.

I went to Maccoy's room, they only had a one story house. I knocked on his door to find him playing video games, with his headphones on. "Bro?" I asked. No answer.

I walked up to him and took the headphones off. "Woah! Mom I told you to- He looked up and saw me. He blushed red. "Oh… hey angel."

"Hi Maccoy. Ready to do some moves?" I asked.

"Heck yeah!" He said excited with his Russian accent.

"What song do you want to do?"

"I kinda got into Jazz type and R&B, wanna do 'Brick house'?" it was this new popular song that was made. I might have liked it.

"Sure thing. Teach me the moves then."

"Okay, let me put on the song." Maccoy walked up to his radio and turned it on.

Oh! She a Brick… House! Yeah! She's the one! The only one…

The music played and Maccoy stood up.

"Okay, this one is the slide. Try and copy it the first time."

"K."

Maccoy opened his arms wide and slid around the carpet on his socks. What he didn't know was that there's static electricity. He kept opening and closing his arms, then he accidently smacked his face, shocking him a little.

"Ow! What the heck happened?"

I laughed "Static electricity dude. I'm gonna try now… without my socks on." I bent down and took off my socks, then slid on the floor with my bare feet, and opened my arms open then closed. I was getting a hang of this.

"Nice job! Now let us do the rest of the song."

I nodded, and then Maccoy and I took the next hour practicing on different song. Maybe I can use one of them on Aubrey. Or maybe… maybe… we can dance together in a crew! She will totally love that. As I said before… she likes me and she knows she does.

Get ready Aubrey… you're about to taste the heavens, including Angel. I thought.

Sorry about the short chapter. Time for homework -_-. Review please!