Renee Young: A Fictional Narrative

A / N - Before I begin this chapter, I’d like to say that I have nothing against Renee Young — in fact, I love her. The things that happen is just to make the story a bit more interesting. Therefore, please save the hateful comments — they aren’t necessary, since I am not “jealous” of her. I know that I have a snowballs chance in hell with Dean, so I have no reason to get jealous.

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“No, Dean. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to dance, especially not with you.” She said, taking the last shot before climbing off the Barstool and attempting to strut off somewhere. However, I grabbed her and pulled her back to me. My legs were open, and she was standing between time, her chest pressed up against mine, and our foreheads were touching. It turned me on, how close we were to each other, but of course, I couldn’t do anything about it, since we were supposed to be friends and nothing more. “Come on,” I said, standing up. “We’re gonna dance.” I pulled her over to the dance floor and she tried to run as soon as I loosened my grip a bit, but I got her back.

“No, I don’t want to dance. I can’t dance.” I found that hard to believe. She never seemed like a partying chick, but I still always assumed that she could dance. I didn’t even know why; I just did. I twirled her around and pressed her against me so I could feel her ass against me. “What are you doing? Didn’t you just hear what I

“I know,” she said with a wink. Of course, she had to have a smart mouth, but I liked that one, surprisingly.

Dakota’s POV;

I knew that I was mad at him before, but he was the one who made the night fun for me, so I couldn’t possibly stay mad at him. However, me forgiving him probably had to do with the fact that I was a little bit tipsy, but not to the point where I couldn’t stand up. I was just a bit looser and easy-going.

He turned me around and placed his hand on my ass as a swiveled my hips to the beat of the song that was currently playing. He smiled at me and spanked me softly. “What was that for?” I asked with a giggle at the end.
“For my own personal reasons,” he said with a wink. He stared at me a smile on his face as his lips came closer and closer to mine. I felt his breath on my lips and it sent shivers down my