Dancing Freddy Novels & Stories

All he asked was, "Jefferson, how is Freya right now?" Jefferson stared at him and said coldly, "She will be detained for the time being." "Freya wouldn't murder anyone! She definitely wouldn't!" When Freddy heard Jefferson's reply, his anxiety spiked once again. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed towards them and beat them up. However, it was Jefferson who he was speaking to. Beating him up? What a joke. Freddy would be cowering and backing up against the wall. It had only been two days since Florence showed up, but Freddy had lost a lot of weight within that short period of time. The stubble on his face added years to his appearance, making him look pitiful.

Everyone started to scream and run toward the dance stage. Freckles grabbed my hand again. “Come on! Let’s go shake something!” I followed her. The crowd moved in waves. The DJ screamed into the mic, “Let me see y’all dance tonight!” People jumped, grinded against each other and spun in circles. I let the music take over my body. I moved my hips. I threw my arms in the air and lost myself in the song. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing in the first place. Freckles danced in front of me, hair bouncing and laughing.