Snuggling against him, she couldn’t believe she had been bold enough to suggest something like that but at least he liked the idea. She took comfort in that. But just like him now she was distracted by other thoughts, fantasies and such running through her mind that she had forgotten they were replacing dialogue in the movie. Her fingers were busy playing with the buttons of his princely coat as she bit down on her lip.
And then suggested changing her look for a guy just so she could fit in with his friends and they wouldn’t tease him about dating a goody goody.
“Poor Sandy gave in to peer pressure it seems..if Danny really loved her he would have loved her the way she was, for who she was. Just like I did with you.” She looked up at him and smiled.
“I know.” Jack let out a low, unhappy sigh as he watched the made-over Sandy, with her new, aggressively sexual look and attitude that, to him, seemed fake and forced. “I remember hating this part of the movie the first time I watched it. And I didn’t understand it. He did like her, when they were together at the beginning.”
He smiled back at her. “And, I admit, I liked the old Sandy a lot more. Looking back now … she reminds me a lot of you, Katelynn. In a good way,” he added quickly.
“I’m not really all that innocent,” she murmured bashfully as she turned her gaze away to look at the movie, seeing the musical number of “You’re The One That I Want” come on. Unable to help it and even if the lines were sung by Danny, she leaned up to kiss his jawline and began singing, though in a more subdued alto than the high beat way Danny was belting.
“I got chills, they’re multiplying
And I’m loosing control
Cause the power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying…See?” she finished, her body flush against his. Now that the tea was consumed and their pieces of cake eaten she figured it was time to roleplay unless he other ideas.
How could he have other ideas, with the feel of her lips on his skin and her body pressed against him, all softness and warmth? Jack let out a very un-princely little whimper, trying to force himself to calm down and stay in character for the fantasy. “Oh y-yes, I see."
Since the music was still playing, Jack got to his feet, nudging the trays out of the way with his boot. He helped Katelynn up, and pulled her to dance with him, still holding her close as he hummed along with the final song:
We go together, like rama-lama-lama-ka-dinga-da-dinga-dong
Remembered forever, as shoobop-sha-wadda-wadda-yippity-boom-de-boom
Chang-chang-changitty-chang-shoobop
That’s the way it should be
We’re one of a kind, like dip-dadip-dadip-doowop-da-doobee-doo
Our names are signed, boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-shooby-doowop-shebop
Chang-chang-changitty-changshoobop
We’ll always be like one …
Jack Maple 