We'll Dance the Night Away {Chan}

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Valentine’s Day was a sweet thought. A recognized day to spend with the one you love, expression your love through silly gifts and whispers of sweet nothings. Just a day to add a little something special to your relationship. Sucks to know that it became so damn commercialized and basically thought of a as joke. The best thing about it for a certain pink haired girl was that it gave the school a chance to do something. Of course the administrators choose to put on a dance of all things. Something about dressing up and putting on a show for the public was not appealing this time around.

In fact, was to a point she just wanted to curl up and spend the evening watching a movie or something. Didn’t sound bad right? That’s what she had planned to do except a certain boy had to turn up and ruin the whole idea. He had asked her to the dance and quite frankly Bridget couldn’t refuse. Now she was stuck sitting in her room with a curling iron wrapped with pink hair. Heaving a sigh she pulled it out for the last curl and let her pink hair tumble around her shoulders. Slightly curled and still warm a shiver ran down her back as she started applying simple make-up.

Finally done highlighting her features instead of turning into a cake-faced girl she turned from her mirror and looked to the dazzling red dress hanging off of a hanger. Moving over to the fabric she sighed softly, running a hand over the fabric a small smile came to her lips. Hopefully she could make it look as fantastic as it was hanging. Slipping it on, she stood there adjusting it for a few minutes, letting the fabric cover her skin. Hugging her hips and flaring out around mid-thigh. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed again. It was gorgeous, beautiful, fantastic, and still over board as she thought it was when she first opened the box. Then again, that was Chandler for you.

It was only moments later that she heard a knock at the door. “Gimme a sec!” She called, tugging on her worn, black Converse and lacing them up under the dress before making her way to the door. Opening it up her eyes fell on Chandler. Her breathe hitched in her throat for a moment. Looked stunning, just like every other time but so much more. First thing first was that he was eating again, she could tell by the way he filled out the suit. That and his cheeks were back to near normal. Second off was that suit. It was trimmed perfectly, the simplicity of the jacket and red shirt appeared so natural for him. So as normal he’d take anyone’s breath away.

“Hey there,” She answered with a small smile before stepping out into the hall, her door locking behind her. Placing a hand on her hip she frowned at him, “I really hate you sometimes, the dress is gorgeous and I’m not wasting it but I seriously didn’t want to bother with this dance. You’re lucky I love you.” She said the last end casually before lightly taking his arm in hers with a sigh. “By the way you look fantastic as always. So let’s go have some fun?” Bridget didn’t look up at him as they walked to the dance, a slight nervous feeling spreading through her stomach. Tonight would be fine, they’d dance and have fun and it would not end with yelling or choke marks like the last one had.

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Cupid, Chandler never understood why the angel was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. Whenever he taught about romance, the last thing on his mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at him with a weapon. But, atlas, the little greatest enemy was chosen, and sometimes he runs out of arrows so he only shoots one person instead of two. Although, Chandler once again felt as if he had been struck by one of those heart shaped tips. Reinforcing the feelings he had for a certain blue eyed and pink haired girl. He just hoped Cupid's, blind as he may be, aim had been true, and hit them both.

And what batter way was there to know for sure, then taking her to the Valentine Dance. Needing the keep up it's image, Ashford decided to have it's second dance. After all, the first one had gone almost smoothly, almost. With an outburst and a wave of his hand, Chandler had sent some poor unsuspecting table flying, accidentally choke Bridget and nearly blasted the doors off their hinges. "Alright man, you can do this. Just be cool." He muttered to his reflection. Standing in front of his and Ashton's full length mirror Chandler's hand work on fixing his tie.

Which had proven to be a a much more difficult task than he had originally thought, maybe he should have gone with the click on like last year? Well, to late to have regret right? Right, after all, anything he could do to show Bridget how serious he was about this the better. After about ten minutes of struggling Chandler finally managed to get the tie perfect (After watching a step by step on YouTube). Looking himself over in the reflection, making sure to spin, he gave himself an approving nod. Unlike Bridget's dress, which he bought and pick himself, Chandler's suit was much more simple and sleek. But, that was only because Bridget was the most beautiful girl on this blue Earth, and she deserved the best, Even if no dress would ever match her natural gorgeousness.

Taking a deep breath, he slap a hand onto each cheek. Giving him more color in his face, and also using the pain the to make him more alert. Slipping his wallet, phone(Which was on silent) and keys into his pocket he headed toward the door after making sure to grab a rather special treat.

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Rap a tap tap went Bridget's door as his knuckles knocked against it. A few seconds later he heard a voice call back. One that made his heart do quadruple back-flips in his chest. It only took a few seconds, but each one felt like a century until Bridget answered the door. As it opened it seemed to take to long, but once it finally had Chandler was breathless. Stuck with a love struck twinkle in his eyes he simply stared at Bridget. Completely frozen for at least two minutes as he heart felt like it stop beating for those couple minutes. "Y-you're beautiful." He finally managed to get out, but it came out in only a whisper.

Stilling standing in front of her, it wasn't until Bridget took his arm that he snapped out of his trance. "Well it seems Cupid did me a solid." He retorted as he slid his hand down into her's, fingering intertwining as they walked toward the dance. "Yea, well I couldn't let you be only one to amazing looking." he teased as realized something. "Speaking of having fun. How about we kick off this night with a snack?" Pulling out two fresh and steaming pretzels he offered her one. Tapping his against her as if they were making a toast.

" A toast to you, Bridget. For loving me....."

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Standing in the doorway she waited for some kind of response from Chandler. Instead he simply stood there starring at her. Eventually she looked down, her hand running along the side of the dress. Did it really look that good to make him, of all people, speechless? Blushing slightly she looked up again, biting her bottom lip. “Really? You don’t think it’s too much or anything?” She questioned, her cheeks starting to burn even more. Of course, she couldn’t say much as she looked into his eyes. He looked fantastic, like he walked straight out of a movie. Classy and simple, the red somehow bringing out the green in his eyes. He was too amazing for words sometimes.

Of course she didn’t let her thoughts about tonight go unheard as Bridget gave her opinion on the evening, and his appearance in one swift wording. Her slightly miffed attitude melted in an instant when she felt the warmth of their hands intertwining together, bringing a soft smile to her glossy lips. “You mean the pudgy baby with wings? Yeah I’m sure he’s totally the reason I fell for you. Not the good looks, charms, playful banter, or anything else that makes you, you.” She said her voice sliding seamlessly from sarcasm to harmless flirts as she rolled her electric blue eyes slightly.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the least you could have done after dragging me out of my favorite tank top and shorts. I miss them so,” She sighed dramatically as she poked fun at him. Though, it was partly true. After all her New York tank top and batman boxers were the best thing on earth. Next to fairs, of course. Finally looking up at him she couldn’t help the playful smile that was on her lips. It felt so good to be able to tease him like this again, to hold his hand without worry or pain swelling in her chest. It finally felt right again.

At his next words a slim pink eyebrow launched up under her bangs. What in the world was he talking about? They weren’t even at the gym yet, did she really miss him holding food? The answer of yes, as it turns out, as he pulled out two soft pretzels. Somehow Bridget had come to think of herself as a little more observant than that. At least observant enough to notice her date holding two soft pretzels behind his back. Grinning she took one, silently happy she brought her lip gloss with her. “You really are a man of many talents, aren’t you?” She questioned, shaking her head before looking up at him curiously for a moment.

She thought for moment while they tapped pretzels. “You’re right, you should toast to me. You don’t make it easy what so ever. You’re one of the most frustrating people I know.” She mocked glared at him in a teasing tone before softening her expression, “That’s partly the fun of it, and it’s why I love you even more.” Her words were soft spoken as she took a bite into the pretzel before turning her eyes down the hall, feeling a small amount of heat beginning to crawl over her cheeks as she did so. So rarely did she admit to her emotions out loud but somehow it seemed right to say it.

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She loves him, she loves him not. The mental rose in his mind slowly lost it's pedals, one at a time, as the black haired male play the classic guessing game in his head. For whatever reason his brain decided to play this game the moment Bridget open the door. Only three pedals gone, and Chandler was already love stricken. So, when he finally managed to get out those two simple words he was already at a lost for words once again. All he could bring himself to do was fiddle with his thumbs. Having the wannabe fingers swirl around each other as he blushed like a small child. Only finding the words to speak a few moments after Bridget did. "No..." Shaking his head a little as he spoke.

"You will forever be gorgeous in my eyes. No matter what you happened to, or not, be wearing." Winking a little bit as he slide the sexual innuendo into his phrase. His sly charming smirk forming on his handsome face as he brought up his hand. As if laying it out, waiting for the pink haired beauty to take it. And, once she had he smiled softly at the warmth it gesture. Falling back in love with how it felt to have her arm wrapped to affectionately around his own. All the while, unable to resist the small laugh that sprung from his lips as her miffed attitude simply washed away. "Well, I like to think I've had a little outside help." The male's tone crafted into a fake matter of factually. A hint toward his newly found dry humor.

As their playful banter carried on it's merry way, Chandler's thumb rubbed against the top of her hand. Gently forming tiny circle after tiny circle on her smooth skin. A habit of affection he had gotten himself into every time they held hands. Tracing all the way to their first date. "Oh trust me. You are not the only one who misses them." The once a upon time blonde teased, flirtatious intent clear as day behind his smooth as silk words. If there was one thing Chandler thoroughly enjoyed. It was cuddling up close to Bridget while they were in their PJ's, and watching some nerdy series marathon. Harry Potter, Arrow, Doctor Who, etc etc. "Almost as much as I miss Ice Skating."

It took a lot of strength, and sheer willpower for Chandler to laugh at Bridget's expression. Even then he can only managed in muffling it into a snicker as he produce the doughy treats. "Taking my line now are we?" he teased "But yea, I am. After all, I was able to sneak something under the Queen of Thieves's nose." That infamous smirk playing it's way onto those perfected features as they tapped their pretzels together. Looking at her curiously as she silently mused something over.

After she finished her sentences a dramatic sigh came from his mouth."I know, an I'm sorry." he whispered as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Opening the door to the dance with the other. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you stayed with me through all of it." Confessing how he feeling felt he held the door open for her. Following in behind her as the door closed behind him with a soft thud. The DJ was bumping, students were dancing and snack lines awaited hungry customers. Well, good thing Chandler had his pretzel. Taking another of it before he glanced down at Bridget.

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There was slight disbelief that flooded through her as Chandler said it wasn’t too much. The dress was simply out of this world, spectacular in every way shape and form. She never could have picked out something so dazzling herself, leave it to Chan to find it for her. At least it made him stunned as he stood outside her door. That frozen expression as he played with his thumbs made the struggle of wearing something like this well worth it. Even better when he finally managed to find his voice after moments of near silence, “I’m sure you prefer the latter of the two.” She replied with a roll of her eyes as she took his hand.


Stepping out with his hand in hers she couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest. After dealing with being without him for so long, pushed away or pushing him away duo to a struggle of her emotions, it felt amazing to be allowed such a simple gesture. Her own soft smile pulled at her lips as she glanced down at his thumb creating small circles over her skin. Such a familiar gesture meant the world to her, “Shut up,” She mumbled as he laughed, glancing away as she tried not to smile. A moment passed before Bridget could bring herself to look towards him, “Hm, I suppose you’re right. Thinking back you may have needed it after all.”


A small laugh bubbled to her lips as she shook her head at him. Oh of course he would miss them as well. How could he not? She looked adorable in them after all. Not to mention the fact she most often wore them when they were having a day to relax and goof around, normally likes dorks as well. “If you miss them so much why don’t you come say hello to them after the dance?” She questioned, raising a slim eyebrow as she looked up at him. The curious expression only held for a moment before Bridget was laughing again, “You mean, you flailing on the ice before clinging to me as I lead you around the rink?” She questioned, a teasing glint in her eyes.


Grinning, Bridget watched as he poorly tried to contain his laughter. “Well, of course, after all I play it off better.” A smirk over took the grin as she eyed the pretzels. Who would be the one to produce warm, fluffy goodness to snack on before a dance? Chandler. Somehow, it made perfect sense. And left a trace of a memory as she took her first bite. “You got lucky, don’t let it go to your head.” She said with a roll of her eyes as she glanced up at him. The code name the BF had come up with was less than subtle and gave more about her past than she liked. However, she doubted most put that together and she trusted Chandler to use it when appropriate.

Time and time again, she would always trust him. Which is exactly why she found herself saying such lovey things. Giving herself a mental eye roll, Bridget tried not to laugh at his dramatic sigh. “What else could I do? You stick by the people you care about.” She said in a soft voice as she replied with her own squeeze before being lead into the dance. Coming to stop her eyes quickly ran over the decorations, already knowing how it’d look due to Ashford’s taste. Blue eyes continued to shift around the room looking at the different dresses and feeling as if her own was sorely out of place but not at the same time.

Feeling his eyes Bridget quickly swiped his pretzel from his hand and set the pair of half-eaten at a nearby empty table. Taking just a few seconds to do that she came back to Chandler and captured his hand again. This time she didn’t let it hang idly at their sides but she tugged him towards the dance floor. “Come on, let’s see if you can do better on the gym floor than you can on ice,” Bridget looked up at him teasingly as she pulled her date towards the dance floor. A bit of nervousness swelling in her own stomach, not that she would admit to those feelings.

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And there it was, that infamous banter the couple shared between each other. Creating a chemistry that could only be found between them. Something that when met with a spark it exploded into this amazing show of fireworks. Hues of red, green, white, and especially every shade of blue(from sapphire to electric), streamed a crossed the shadowy background that was their sky. Chandler, he could see this as clear as day. Picturing the event clearly as he looked at Bridget, and her glorious beauty, as she stood in front of him. His face contorting into a strange, if not awkward, mix of a sexual smirk and day dreaming grin. "Oh that reminds me."

He said, suddenly snapping out of the day dreaming half of his trance, and smiled playfully at his date. "I've always wanted to sex in one of those walk-in freezer/fridge things." Once again randomly admitting something completely off the wall to her. Showcasing that he was comfortable enough around her to not filter anything. As for him, it was simple reminders. They way they held hands, teased and poked at each other, and especially the way they looked into each others eyes. All of that was enough to remind Chandler that it okay to be honest around Bridget. Okay not to hide, or not have to be the hero. Instead, he could be at ease, and snicker at her when she mumbled.

Which, by the way, he totally did. Try as much as he wanted, there was no way little miss short stuff was gonna hide that smile of her's. That arrogant smirk on his handsome face, and then BAM! It was gone, wiped away from existence by the tiny hands of a pink haired girl. Oh, his pride. "I-i think you might have wounded my saiyan pride." He whinned, pretending to be flabbergasted. His free hand flying up to his chest, clenching over his heart, as if in pain.

But, he eased two moments later. His at ease grin reforming on his face as their hands began to swing back and forth a little bit. One of his eyebrows arching up at her words. That old flirt glint coming back to his eyes as the conversation took a turn for the best. "Harry Potter movie marathon?" He asked in response before he facepalmed. Really? Did she have to bring that part up? God, now he wanted to smash his face into a wall. His cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Leeeeeeeeeeeeeets, forget about that part." Pleading slightly as they neared the gym.

It felt strange, being on the retrieving end of one of you own quotes. It was like you seeing how a piece of you stuck within that person. And, Chandler was just happy it was something humorous that Bridget took from him, you know, instead of those pesky darker parts. "Pffft me? Nah, never!" A pause to laugh "I'm the most modest and level headed person around." He with clear sarcasm as he took a bite out of his doughy treat. The familiar taste of salt and bakery goodness flooding his mouth.

Leave it to Bridget to find a way to place butterfly in his belly. To fill his body with such a buttery warmth that that all he could do was smile softly. His eyes softening as they finally moved into the gym. Only to be rudely snap out of his trance when he felt his pretzel suddenly disappear from his hand, and was quickly pulled onto the dance floor. Silently muttering the words thank god when the song changed into a slow dance the moment they touched the floor. Let's just say Chandler wasn't eager to show Bridget how much of a white boy he danced like.

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Eyeing his odd smile and smirk mix she wasn’t sure what to make of it. After all it seemed to hold a bit of his sexual nature in it as well as a near day dreaming quality. Only Chandler would be able to contort his face in such a manner and still manage to pull it off. Shaking her head she found herself chuckling at him before he suddenly snapped back into reality. Her eyes were drawn up to his face, a slim eyebrow raised, as he spoke. “A walk in freezer?” She questioned with a laugh. “That is the most random place to have sex. I’d do totally want to go for some place more daring and probably a little warmer.”

It was only moments later that somehow, Chandler made her blush and want to run away so she didn’t want to deal with the heat crawling up her neck. Why did he have to do that to her? Couldn’t he let her be sarcastic and teasing in peace? Taking a moment to regain her footing it seemed like his arrogant smirk jumped ship and found itself on her lips instead. “What? Was I supposed let you go running around on your high horse without saying anything?” She questioned, a teasing tone lighting up her voice seconds before a laugh bubbling to her lips at his dramatic reaction.

Thinking about her warm and comforting pjs she found a certain longing in her heart to reunite with them in the most spectacular fashion. Oh well, a few hours of dancing and laughing at people failing to dance would be over soon enough and she could have her reunion. Maybe, just maybe, in the company of Chandler. She looked over at the brunette with a large grin on her face. “You mean watching Tom Felton and Matthew Lewis going from adorable to sexy? I think I can handle that.” Bridget squeezed his hand lightly, excitement being to build in her stomach. Tonight wasn’t turning out so bad after all.

It only got better as she thoroughly caused embarrassment to flood through her date, the blush more than evidence enough. Looking up at him she gave him an adorable, disappointed look completely with puppy dog eyes and her bottom lip ever so slightly pouting. “Aw but Chan! That was one of my favorite parts. I don’t want to forget it. When am I going to see you like that again?” Taking a bit of her pretzel she slowly sank into a teasing mood again shaking her head lightly, “Just like I’m the sweetest, most innocent teenage girl in this school.” The sarcasm was crystal clear in her voice, after all it was practically her native tongue.

Entering the gym Bridget had wasted no time in tugging chandler to the dance floor. The nervousness suddenly floated away as she pulled close to him, one hand falling on his shoulder and the other capturing his hand. Yes, a more formal position for the moment but it was just like how they began in their last dance. Something that seemed like it was centuries ago, but was also a moment she’d always remember. How couldn’t you remember when a single moment made your heart want to stop beating, made the world spin a little bit slower, and caused every single bad thing that happened in your life to fade away? About halfway through the song Bridget felt the grin she had on her face previously sink into a soft smile.

Her hand moved to link behind his neck as she gently rested her head against his neck. Classic teenage dance pose she knew but it felt so right at the moment. “Feel familiar?” She mused, angling her face up some to look at him. How did she possibly let him go so easily? Why did she let this feeling of safety and love slip from her finger tips? “Can’t we turn back time?” Bridget asked in a soft voice as she shut her eyes, letting the students around them fade away as she listened to a mixture of soft music and the soothing beat of his heart in ear. For the moment, it was just the two of them.