Thank you to all the lovely people on Tumblr who somehow convinced me that that would be a good idea. Especially WellDeservedObscurity (ArentYouSophiaLoren_8887) and TorresBrothersDegrassi. You can blame them for this.

I don't own Degrassi, Dirty Dancing or Point Break.

The title of this fic comes from the Rod Stuart song "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" I have no shame.

Milk and Coffee

"Dirty Dancing, but set at the beach" - that was how Point Break was sold to Becky.

Granted, Becky had never seen Dirty Dancing either - Dad would never have allowed it. But she knew the premise, she knew the songs, she knew it was a classic among romance movies. She was pretty sure Dirty Dancing didn't have a scene where Johnny and Baby don rubber masks and conduct a violent, gruesome bank robbery while Gary Busey ate a meatball sub.

To be fair, she was pretty sure Adam had never seen Dirty Dancing either. She couldn't imagine he or his brother having it in their (incredibly vast) DVD collection.

Bianca had probably seen it. She had probably lived it.

She and Drew were so wrapped up in each other it was almost difficult to work out where one ended and the other began. They moved with the ease of two people who knew one another's bodies just as well as they knew their own. Despite how intermingled their limbs were, they still managed to find their hands, fingers tightly woven together, Bianca's sparkling engagement ring, a gift from Mrs. Torres, the only thing identifying her hands from Drew's.

Adam has his hands clasped around a large bowl of popcorn. Not that he wasn't paying Becky any attention; he had been feeding her pieces of popcorn earlier and they did a little bit of hand-holding and kissing here and there, Becky even rested her head on his shoulder for a little while, but it started to cramp up her neck sitting like that for too long. She hadn't quite worked how people were supposed to be comfortable all curled up and cuddling, it just made Becky stiff.

Bianca, as far as Becky could tell, had been all but living in the Torres house since graduation. Becky got it; she and Drew wanted to spend as much time together before Bianca went to university. Becky supposed that it was bound to happen; she couldn't have Adam over at her house and she was pretty sure Bianca didn't have the best living situation. She didn't mind, but it made showing up to spend time with Adam just the tiniest bit awkward. Every time she came over to see him, Drew and Bianca would just stand and smile at them, making doting noises like they were watching puppies in a pet store or something. It could have been worse, at least Mike Dallas was back home for the summer; having her brother's teammate crash all their dates wasn't really Becky's idea of a good time.

It was Drew who suggested the inevitable double date and he and Adam picked the movie. They had clearly seen if dozens, if not hundreds, of times together and they provided a perfect running commentary throughout the whole thing.

"Man, the ex-presidents really need to get some protection," Drew said as the surfers ran from the bank, drenched in blood and catastrophe. "Real ex presidents get security team, right?"

Adam craned over to grin at his older brother. "You mean like the ex-secret service?"

"Ha-ha, yeah," Drew laughed. "Keanu can be their protection; he is an FBI agent."

"No, no. He's an eff. Bee. Eye. Agent!"

"He's a really terrible shot for an eff. Bee. Eye. Agent!"

"He should have went to that blindfold diving course with Gary Busey," Adam said solemnly. "You think if the ex-presidents were Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley and Kennedy, Keanu's aim would be better?"

"Ooh," Drew cringed. "Dude."

"What, too soon?"

Bianca, who seemed more used to this back-and-forth than Becky, simply sat rolling her eyes with a half smile on her face.

"As insightful as the commentary is, boys," she said, untangling herself from Drew with expert ease, "you're drowning out the actual movie."

She crawled over Drew to grab the remote, making no attempt at being modest about it. Becky was already not keen on seeing Bianca's shorts-clad behind pushing up into the air for the world to see, but she actually felt herself gasp at what else she saw.

A thong. She was wearing a thong. Right there in the Torres house! Mr and Mrs. Torres were upstairs!

Bianca didn't seem to notice nor care as she reclined back into Drew up turned up the volume. She turned around to see Becky staring at her. Becky could only imagine what her face must have looked like. She tucked her hair behind her ears anxiously.

"So," she said brightly, hoping to divert from her shock from Bianca's brazen display, "how do you two get together?"

Drew pulled an uncomfortable face, puffing up his cheeks and pushing the air out slowly.

"It's, uh," he stammered, "well we were much younger then and it was a weird time for both of us and math isn't really my best subject and-"

"-We hooked up in a boiler room," Bianca finished, sounding far too casual for such a bold statement.

"We, uh, hooked up in a boiler room," Drew echoed, though sounding a lot less casual. Adam grinned to himself as he grabbed another handful of popcorn.

It did nothing to make Becky feel less flustered. She could feel herself blink stupidly without saying anything.

"Hooked…"

"You and Adam got to know each other on the play, right?" Bianca said, cutting her off but still incredibly cool looking.

A school play. It sounded like a way less interesting a story than the boiler room, but at least it would be an easier one to share with the grandkids.

"Yes," Becky replied, feeling herself beam, "Adam let me be in the school play, even after how awful I had been about it."

"I couldn't help myself," Adam grinned, "you had a little drawn-on moustache, it was adorable."

He gently poked the space above her lips before kissing it. Drew and Bianca did the puppy-watching faces again. Fantastic. Bianca wore thongs and had tattoos and seduced men into boiler rooms. And Becky drew on fake moustaches.

Normally Becky wouldn't have minded being "cute" or "adorable" and being anything more than that didn't make her feel entirely comfortable, but she had seen how close and intimate Drew and Bianca had been all summer, and she suddenly felt comically naive in comparison. Even Adam, who Drew teased about being an innocent goody-two-shoes, had way more experience than Becky had, but was good enough not to be pushy with her, she'd never been in a serious relationship before. Not to mention she had really gotten to see just how wonderful and kind and gentlemanly Adam was. He was being so understanding with her family. Mom and Dad's new tactic was not to constantly lecture Becky about their relationship, they seemed to think that she was just going through a rebellious phase and forbidding her from seeing Adam would just make her want to see him even more. She was pretty sure they were just waiting for her to grow out of it. Luke had just settled on being incredibly rude to Adam all the time, not outright mean, but still unjustifiably rude, making sly little comments and digs whenever he could and Adam just took it, shrugging it off and saying that he'd had worse. And all she could offer in return was looking adorable with a fake moustache.

She just wasn't good at the desirable thing. She blushed when he whispered sweet nothings to her and stammered when she tried to return the compliment. She got jumpy and ticklish when he grabbed her waist. She still giggled when they made out. Giggled. Like she was still in middle school. No wonder Drew and Bianca "awwed" at them all the time. She could see why a bowl of popcorn would be more appealing to hold, quite honestly.

"Is he actually going to shoot Swayze?" Bianca asked, turning her attention back to the movie. Keanu, playing the FBI agent-turned-surfer Johnny Utah, was chasing Patrick Swayze, one of the surfer-turned-bank robbers (disguised as Ronald Regan) down a busy street.

"Nah, he can't do it," Adam said. "Keanu loves him too much."

"I wasn't lying when I said this was a love story," Drew joked. "This is way more romantic than Dirty Dancing,"

"Maybe next time we can watch the real Dirty Dancing," Bianca teased, running her hand through Drew's hair.

"Maybe we can, uh, re-enact it?" Drew tried. "Salsa with your favourite dance partner?"

"Sorry, Elvis," Bianca grinned, now running her hand down his neck, "but I've seen your moves and you're nowhere near as good a dance partner as your brother."

Bianca and the brothers laughed, albeit somewhat nervously. Becky tried to join in, but felt stupid for doing so since she had no idea what they were talking about. It was becoming a pretty common occurrence; the three of them had such a long history together and they were constantly retelling stories of their Vegas escapades, or how they were going to "top the amazingness of last summer" (which didn't sound all the amazing since it seemed to consist largely of Bianca doing paperwork for Mr. Torres, Adam failing to do anything one-handed and Drew guilt-spoiling everyone.) She let the words sink in; dance partner. Adam and Bianca were dance partners? Becky didn't even know Adam liked to dance. And if Bianca danced anything like she reached for remote controls…

She felt herself freeze. She tried to shake the feeling off, it could have meant anything, but her stomach still felt knotted up.

"Dance partners?" she asked, smiling feebly.

Everyone looked at everyone else, as if trying to work out what they were supposed to say. Becky tried to remain smiling despite realizing that she had managed to open a can of worms she didn't even know existed. It was clearly something that they allowed to allude to but never actually talk about in any great detail. Adam and Bianca? Were they a thing at one point? Did he really go for girls like that?

"Yeah," Adam eventually said, "back in the remedial gym days. We got paired up to ballroom dance together."

"We were so kick ass," Bianca added. Despite her smile, she looked apprehensive.

"This was before Drew and Bianca were a thing," Adam added for Becky's sake.

"And you pulled out all the moves," Bianca laughed, "you were channeling Casanova that day."

"Uh, actually I was channeling Drew. All that negging stuff is his M.O."

"It's true, I taught him that," Drew added proudly.

"So that's why it worked," Bianca said, curling into Drew.

"Oh, it worked?" Drew asked, mischievously.

Bianca lifted her head up, her lips level with Drew's. "I guess I just have a thing for your overblown arrogance."

"You fell for me before you even knew me," he grinned, going in for the kiss.

Everyone else had settled back into a more relaxed state again, but Becky still felt tense. Adam used to like Bianca, and Bianca, it seemed, wasn't all that uninterested in Adam. It seemed so bizarre. Becky was nothing like Bianca.

"Yup, I'm basically the best wingman ever," Adam joked, turning his attention back to Becky. He put the big bowl of popcorn on the table, freeing his hands. Was that supposed to be Becky's cue to do something? She wasn't sure where to start. She wasn't as practiced as Drew and Bianca were.

She watched them; the way Bianca absentmindedly ran her hand up the inside of his leg like she'd been doing it forever, the way she didn't even have to say a word to grab Drew's attention, the way is made Drew grin like a Cheshire cat.

Becky could do that. Probably.

She cleared her throat, her hand suddenly felt very heavy. She could feel it shaking. She had never touched a boy's leg like that before. What if she did it wrong?

Just take your time, she told herself, go slowly.

She lifted her arm up, ready to make her move. It trembled even more. Her bracelet jangled so furiously it almost drowned out the movie. Everyone stared at her.

"You cold?" Adam asked, head tilted in concern. "I can get you a blanket or-"

He stopped as Drew loudly cleared his throat and glared at him, making the same urging face Luke used when he was trying to tell Becky something without speaking. Becky understood that he was using the sibling telepathy, but it seemed that each set of siblings had their own language and she couldn't work out what he was trying to say.

"Or, you know," Adam said casually, "I could warm you up."

"Okey-dokey," Becky beamed. She bounced in her seat as Adam moved in, draping his arm around her. She was finally doing something right, even if she didn't know what it was.

As Adam made his move, Becky made hers. Resting her hand on his knee, slowly slipping down to the inside of his leg and taking her time as she moved it up-

"Oh, hey," Adam yelped, "this is the best part!"

He twisted himself towards the screen, quickly snatching his leg away, leaving Becky's hand to collapse onto the void between them on the couch cushion. What did she do wrong?

Keanu writhed on the ground, firing his gun in the air and screaming in frustration as his lover Patrick Swayze jumped over a wall and ran out of sight.

After an hour of terrible dialogue and stilted acting, Becky was finally starting to sympathize with Johnny Utah.