After the first shock of recognition, I couldn't help but feel bad for Squaw. He was clearly uncomfortable, under dressed, and probably cold. His face was apologetic as his eyes met mine.
Fredward snarled very quietly.
"Behave!" I hissed.
Fredward's voice was scathing. "He wants to... chat with you," his hips rocking back and forth demonstratively.
Squaw reached us then, the embarrassment and apology even more evident on his blushing face.
"Hey, Bella, I was hoping you would be here." Squaw's voice squeaked, but while his tone made him seem young, his words and his great smile gave him the presence of a man.
"Hi, Squaw!" I smiled back. "What's up?"
"Can I cut in?" he asked tentatively, glancing at Fredward for the very first time. I was shocked to notice that Squaw didn't have to look up. He must have grown a foot and a half since the first time I'd seen him.
Fredward's face was composed entirely of major scales. His only answer was to set me carefully on my feet, and take a step back.
"Thanks!" Squaw said animatedly.
Fredward just nodded, then shook his head, then rolled his eyes; they looked at me intently before walking away.
Squaw put his hands on my waist, and I reached up to put my hands on his broad shoulders.
"Wow, Squaw, how tall are you now?"
He smiled. "Six-two."
We weren't really dancing—my leg made that impossible. Instead we stepped awkwardly from side to side

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