I sat at the high table on a stool; I didn't exactly know where Taylor had taken Krislyn off to.  Dance floor, no doubt.  Which one? I really didn't know, to be honest.  The club was absolutely huge, or so I thought.  Three levels, three huge dance floors, rocking DJs.  The whole bit, to say the very least about it.  It was a pretty great club, even though the outside looked like a run-down dump.

                Finally, I turned to the glass-dancing floor, which took up most of the whole first level of the club, and spotted two very familiar people.  There, my brother and Krislyn had nearly the entire floor watching them intently, and they sure knew how to keep their attention.  They were pretty much stomping the shit out of the floor, dancing to some remix of a Nelly song.  To say the least, they could have been the lost members of the Backstreet Boys.  Sort of.  Their moves looked timed and practiced, although I knew that it was the total opposite of that.  To me, it looked like they had taken a two-step and added a lot to it, Krislyn had probably taught it to Taylor only minutes before.

                A lot of people were crowded towards them, cheering, whistling, and throwing their hands in the air for encouragement.  Taylor and Krislyn had huge smiles on their faces, their eyes sparkled under the large spotlights, and I could tell that they were having a great time.  That was a good thing.  If they were having that much fun, then that meant that I couldn't get in trouble, or yelled at, once we got home.  That was a very good thing, those two were enjoying themselves and I knew I would get some nice and welcomed sleep that night.

                I couldn't help but continue to watch the random pairings of couples weaving themselves over to my brother and my best friend.  Taylor looked up and scanned the crowd for my face, but soon spotted me over in the stool by myself.  His already wide smile spread as he began to wave me over with his hand, he was probably just feeling guilty that I wasnt dancing just yet.  I shook my head quickly and laughed, but Taylor just continued to motion me over next to him with his hand.

                Giving into his demands wasn't hard, I just eased my stool back, hopped off of the high wooden structure, and looked over the other people's heads to try and spot Taylor.  My brother, of course, was making the last long moments of dancing with Krislyn worthwhile over in the middle of the room.  There was no doubt in my mind about that, even if I couldnt see them over the people's heads.  I moved passed couple after couple in the sea of the dancing frenzy as I tried to reach the middle of the floor.  It took me a while to reach the pair of two people that I wanted to get there, but at least I got there.

                Suddenly, I had Taylor jabbing his hip into mine.  I shot him a sarcastic angry look, but quickly returned the dancing favor with a wide, happy smile on my face.  He nodded, yet continued to keep one of his hands loosely on on curve of Krislyn's hip.  She didn't seem to mind the idea of having two dance partners at both of her sides, so Taylor stayed right where he was on the dance floor.

                Of course, that didn't happen literally.  My little brother began to act like a maniac as a song that we were way too familiar with rocked the speakers from where the DJ spun the discs.  It was definitely a hard remix, with the DJ spinning and scratching at it every other second, but he was still able to belt out the words evenly and in time with it.  This Time Around was playing so loud, that I wanted to cover my ears and run into the bathroom.  But, the other couples seemed to enjoy themselves while grinding to it.

                Now I really wanted to get the hell out of this place, but my two counterparts were enjoying themselves too much to really care about what I wanted to do.  I wasnt going to join in on Taylor's little sing along, which was still going on over to my left, that was one thing I was positive of.  He was getting the other pairs of people to sing almost all, if not all, of the words to the song right along with him.  He was acting like a psycho.

                Krislyn bounced her head to the loud beat that Zac had flooded the song with a little over two years ago.  Taylor swung one of his arms around my neck and screamed the words to the chorus into my ears very loudly.  Why was he acting like he was drunk? "You drunk?" I asked, it was an innocent joke and Taylor knew that.  He grinned and shook his head quickly, his hair springing into his blue eyes.  "High then?" my voice, again, was wrapped in sarcasm.  My brother rolled his eyes jokingly and again shook his head rapidly.  I smirked and removed his arm from around my neck, and then I casually slung my own arm around Krislyn's waist.

                Taylor stopped singing for a second, the words from some Nsync, or was it Backsteet Boys, song had been thrown and messed into the remix.  "Damn" he mumbled to himself, although I heard him loud and clear, but he only shrugged and shoved passed the other people to get back to our table.  I figured he had enough dancing to settle him down for an hour of so.  Plus, he probably wanted something really cold to drink; he was sweating like he was on stage and slamming on the keyboards again.

                And, that exit of his left Krislyn and I to make a scene ourselves.  The girl might have danced ballet, but hip-hop and street dancing were a huge part of her as well.  Yes, the girl had talent that I knew I didnt have.  I never would have it, either.  That was something that someone had to be born with, I hadn't been, while Krislyn had.  She could bump and grind one minute, and the next she could twirl and jump through the air.

                Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Taylor shoving a few girls aside from his personal space back at the table.  He took a slug of his drink, which looked like plain water, as he shot a glance of distaste toward a skimpy blonde to his right.  Poor Taylor.  The boy couldn't go anywhere without getting hit on by two or more girls.  Poor boy, yeah right! I wished I could get that kind of love everywhere I went.

                Krislyn smiled up at my, holding onto my arm slightly and gently.  I pushed a piece of her thick, jet-black hair behind her ear and out of her eye tenderly, returning her pretty smile.  "Hey babe, getting bored yet?" I questioned lightly, maybe she actually was getting bored by now.  But, I highly doubted it.  Krislyn shrugged and leaned her head on my shoulder, immediately after I could tell that she was getting a little bit tired.

                I slowly led Krislyn back to our table, keeping a watchful eye on her the whole while.  Once we were at the table ourselves, a few girls smiled toward me playfully, in a manner of speaking, and Taylor grabbed my shirt and pulled me down slightly.  "Help me.  These girls are all whores!" he whispered to me, he nearly spat the words about the girls surrounding the table.  I only nodded and lifted my head once more, wrapping my arms delicately around Krislyn's waist.

                I knew how much distaste Taylor held against every girl that flocked toward him daily, but I couldn't really blame them all.  He was popular, very healthy, and he was famous to top it all off.  Taylor just didnt know how to deal with everything that was being thrown at him on a daily basis.  I actually did feel bad for him; he was too young to get tackled by women, who were most likely older than me.

                One of the girls seemed to have gotten the point to leave Taylor alone, and shifted her gaze over to me.  "Hi" she said casually, I just nodded and glanced over at her slightly.  She looked pretty normal, not bad looking either.  She seemed to have light brown hair, but the heavy lighting might have made me see it off, and big red tinted sunglasses shielded her eyes, but they looked green.  "I'm Berlin," she said, holding out her hand to me.

                "Isaac, nice to meet you" I mumbled, I wanted to pretend that I hadn't seen her hand, but I shook it just to be polite.  Krislyn was no longer at my side; I had seen her make her way over to the bar to get us some water to drink.  It was getting very hot in the club, and I would have went out to get some fresh air, but this Berlin girl had just started talking to me right before I made the dash for the exit.

                Berlin was grasping onto my hand with her own and motioning toward the upper dance floor with her other.  I didn't want to go, Krislyn would come back to find just Taylor and a handful of flirting girls around him.  But, I nodded, and this stranger of a woman led us both up the stairs and toward the metal dance floor. 

                It wasn't much different on the upper level, but it did seem a bit less crowded up there.  Well, just one dance was all I had to stand, and I would be back on the first floor where I belonged.  That's where I really wanted to be in the first place.

                Oh well, I might have been a little dazed for the entire dance in the first place.  So, I probably wasn't much of a fun dance partner.  But, somehow, as I was leaving to go back downstairs, Berlin slipped a piece of rough paper, that looked like it had been torn off of the corner of a napkin, into my hand and then disappeared from my sight.  I did not know how much I enjoyed this young woman's company, but who was to say that I'd ever see or talk to her again?

                I was back down on the lower level within ten seconds, and I was soon carrying Krislyn out to the car.  Taylor was following us; he looked just as happy as I was to finally be out of there.  Apparently, Krislyn had actually fallen asleep on Taylor's shoulder two minutes after I left to go dance with Berlin.  I placed her in the back seat, hopped into the car myself, and watched as Taylor got in himself.  "Have any fun?" I asked, Taylor only shrugged as I started the car and slowly headed home.