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“It’s date night,” Amadeus said, “You can’t cancel on me.”
“I don’t want to go out. That’s more of your thing,” Robbie said, “Besides we just started date night. It’s only the second week. It’s not an official thing.”
Amadeus scoffed. “I’m coming over,” he said.
“Okay,” Robbie said.
Ten minutes passed, and Amadeus threw the door open. He was wearing a black mesh shirt and shorts that were just a bit too short. Robbie gasped and covered his mouth.
“You were going to wear that out with me?” he asked.
“You can fight,” Amadeus said, turning on the boombox.
Bad clubbing music played through the speaker, and Robbie shook his head.
“You’re such a nerd,” Robbie said.
“I’m the seventh smartest man on Earth. Yeah.”
Amadeus started pushing the furniture out of the way to make a dance floor. He turned the lights off and the boombox lit up rainbow lights. He started dancing if it could be called that. He pumped his fists in and out and shook his butt at Robbie. Robbie doubled over laughing.
“You’re not doing this,” he said.
Amadeus kept getting closer to Robbie with his ass, with a stupid grin on his face. “You didn’t want to go out with me so you have to suffer the consequences.”
“You don’t dance like this at the club do you?”
“Would you let me grind on you?” Amadeus asked, laughing.
Robbie rolled his eyes and put his hands on Amadeus’s hips. “You’re so corny.”
“You’re the one who chose to date me,” Amadeus said.
Robbie dragged him around so that he was facing him. “I did do that,” he said.
Amadeus kissed him. “Do you regret it yet?” he asked.
Robbie shook his head. “No, not yet,” he said.
Amadeus grabbed Robbie’s wrists and forced him to dance with him. Gabe peeked his head in the room.
“What are you two doing?” he asked.
Amadeus waved at Gabe. “We’re having a party. Get in here,” he said.