Lucky for Dylan I love to dance and I'm actually pretty good at it. Hopefully Austin doesn't get jealous when he sees us dancing, because I'm not exactly a ballroom dancer and this is the kind of music you shake your ass and sway your hips too. Which is exactly what I will be doing.
Dylan leads me out of the kitchen and I glance back at Austin who is watching us. I blow him a kiss and follow behind Dylan. He leads me into the living room, which has been turned into a make shift dance floor.
The living room itself is probably the size of a normal person's entire house and there are people everywhere dancing and having fun. We make our way to the middle of the living room, weaving our way through the crowd of people.
Dylan turns around and looks at me. I smile nervously at him, I'm not
