A/N
(Y/N) is your name
(L/N) is your last name
(H/C) means hair color
BF/N means best friend name
The hair image is not the color, just style

Cole was standing in the corner of the studio with his ninja friends. I was spinning in front of the large mirror with Mr. B coaching me.

"Right foot!" He shouted in exasperation.

I stepped on my left foot and dropped to the floor in failure.

"Right! Your right foot!"

"I can't dance with them here!" I complained.

"Act like they are competition judges. You have one in three days."

"I know. I'm missing school to fail in front of Ninjago City." I sighed while taking out my ponytail and braiding it.

"All colleges know you are the absolute best dancer in all of Ninjago. But if you don't believe it, neither will the audience."

"I can't step on my right foot! It really hurts."

"Is it the foot you broke?"

"Yes. It is. And I can't compete with one foot!"

"Take a break. Five minutes. Because--"

"I don't mean to be rude, but show biz has ruined my life. Took everything from me." I mumbled but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Mr. B tossed me a water bottle and placed a hand on my back while leading me out the studio door.

I gulped down the water and looked at myself in the wall mirror in the lobby.

Mr. B rented out a studio so we can practice my performances.

"You okay?" Cole asked while closing the door behind me.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I mean, I'm a struggling dancer and foster child!"

"Calm down, Y/N, I'm here to help you."

"It's time for me to go. Showbiz."

I ignored Cole and shoved the door open. I stepped into a room of mirrors and breathed in deep.

"How much time is left in practice?"

"I'm letting you out around 8. Ten minutes." Mr. B said.

"Why so early?" I asked, tossing my water bottle onto the floor in front of the mirror.

"You've had a stressful week with practices and you have homework to catch up on since you won't be at school for two days."

"I have to finish this turn."

"Let's be the judges, and you know, spark it up a bit?" Jay suggested.

"Have you ever judged a dance competition?"

"No, but I'm sure Cole can help." Kai added.

"It's not that easy!" I corrected while falling out of my turn.

"Enough! I need you to relax and go sleep the night away! You are stressed, unfocused and in pain! I can see it in your eyes!" Mr. B scolded.

"I know! I'm trying!"

"How much homework do you have? I want you relaxed."

"I finished most of it in detention." I whispered.

"Detention again? What this time?"

"You're going to be a bit mad... um, late assignments?" I nervously said, more of a question.

The ninja were just watching my conversation.

"Because?"

"Because I was tired and here until 10 last night and had six hours of homework."

"Well now, go get rest. I'm calling your teachers right now."

"You act like my parent more than BF/N." I laughed.

He smiled and handed me my school bag.

"It's my job."

I gave him a hug before waving off to the guys. Then I jogged outside and walked down the streets. My phone started ringing right as I passed the large oak tree by BF/N's house. I slung my black school bag around my shoulder and held my dance bag in the opposite hand.

"Hello?"

"It's Cole."

"Why do you always answer the phone like that, it sounds rough." I grumbled, I heard a chuckle from the other end, "It sounds like me, anyways, tonight." he tested out, saying the words.

"Look, I have to get rest. You heard your dad."

"I heard you stressed. You need some fun."

I opened the door with my phone pressed against my shoulder.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Underground nightclub in 45 minutes."

"I don't like going behind his back."

"You need this."

"I need sleep. Besides, there is no way BF/N will let me leave."

"I'll handle her. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret club."

Cole ended the call and I groaned at the screen.

"You know, Mr. B said no, Cole said please, and your detention said sleep." BF/N whispered from the top of the stairs with her phone in her hands.

"It's one night. Please?"

"I wasn't going to say no." she smiled.

My face lit up and I beamed at her.

"You're the best."

"Duh. But my parents are sleeping and Mr. B has tabs on you. So chop chop. Forty five minutes isn't a lot of time."

I grinned at her and raced up the stairs. I threw my door open and dropped my bags on the ground. BF/N flopped onto my gray and black sheets to help me pick out an outfit.

"Nightclub... This dress?" I asked.

I held up a black skater with a triangle cutout at my stomach.

"That-- where?!" she gaped.

"A store?" I chuckled, giving her the obvious answers, she rolled her eyes and shook it off.

"It's hot! Wear these shoes!" she urged.

She held up black combat boots I wear to dance occasionally. We left my (H/C) down and didn't change my makeup. No time. I mean, I still had mascara and eye shadow on.

My phone suddenly dinged and BF/N pressed the home button.

"It's Cole and he says he is here." she announced.

"Cool. How do I look?"

"Like a goth Barbie. But you look great. So lets go."

I groaned at my goth statement. I like black for many reasons.

1. It matches everything.
2. It makes me look skinny when I don't workout for a few days.

I quietly tip toed down stairs and opened the front door.

I gave BF/N a quick hug and whispered a thank you in her ear.

She closed the door gently and I swiftly stepped to the front gate where Cole was standing. I opened and closed it and stood infront of Cole.

"Am I dreaming? Because woah--just, woah." he awwed while looking me down.

I chuckled.

"Do you not believe I could look like this." I questioned, joking around. He stuttered, not knowing what to say, I grinned and nudged his shoulder, "Chill clad." 

"Well. We are supposed to be back by 11, my directions from BF/N. So we should get on our way."

I nodded and started walking alongside with Cole.

"So where is this underground nightclub?" I asked.

"I'm not positive, but it is rumored that it's in the basement of Ninjago Clu."

"Hmm. So how much trouble are we in if your dad catches us?"

"I'll be in trouble for taking you out. You will be in big trouble for not resting, not getting your homework done, and going out with your coaches son."

"Gee, thanks for taking me on a death date." I sarcastically muttered.

Cole laughed.

We finally reached our destination and quietly snuck down the back stairs.

Music was playing, people were kissing, bodies were moving and lights were flashing. It was the best thing ever.

I squeezed Cole's hand tightly as he pulled me to dance. Good thing I wore boots and not heels.

I threw my hands in the air and started jumping up and down. Cole joined me and laughed every time I I looked his direction.

"Do you want anything to drink?" he shouted over the loud beats.

"Sure." I responded.

Cole nodded and left to the refreshments table while I explored the place.

The floors were beat up but looked like the wood to a dance studio. And the walls. Behind a red curtain was a ballet bar and large mirror. This was a dance studio.

But not just a dance studio. This was the famous dance studio that was one day left abandoned. And the club above it was a replacement project.

My new goal in life is to make this run down studio, my studio. Mr. B said he wanted dreams, I'll give him a dream.

"There you are. Thought I lost you." Cole said relieved.

I smiled at him and accepted the drink.

But first, I had to clarify no one spiked it.

I sniffed the liquid and took a sip. Tastes fine.

I threw away the empty cup and pulled Cole's hands onto the dance floor.

"Oh. No, I don't dance." he protested.

"Oh yes you do. I was at the talent competition some years back."

He whined as I moved his arm and hopped around him.

Sooner or later, he gave up and smiled.

We lost track of time and didn't realize it was 10:30. Oops.

Goth barbies like to dance.

Cole took my hand and dragged upstairs and out of the club. He walked me to a back alley and pressed me against the wall.

"I have been dying to do this all night." he whispered.

He pressed a hand on the cut out of my dress and I shivered under his touch. He leaned in close with an inch between our faces.

I closed the air and smashed my lips against his. He lead his hands behind my back and I ringed my hands around his neck.

Best date ever.