If You Love Me (Michelle x Kelly)

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If You Love Me by Brownstone

If you love me say it

If you trust me do it

If you want me show it

If you need me prove it

If you love me say it

If you trust me do it

If you want me show it

If you need me prove it


Kelly

That final bell rang signaling the end of my day. My students rushed out of the classroom going about the rest of their days. I loved teaching middle school. It definitely wasn't for the faint at heart and I didn't do it for the money. Who am I kidding? What money? I'm paid pennies to teach these kids science and end up spending a lot of my own money on classroom supplies. I packed my bag taking home the test I gave the eight graders. Sometimes I wonder about them, what happened to kids having common sense? YouTube and social media have done more harm than help. I love some of the aspects of social media but it ruins actual social skills. Like who really sits and watches other people play with toys or a games when you could be doing it yourself? These kids confuse me but it's okay, I just hope to teach my future children better.

I turned the lights off and locked the door to my classroom. I headed down the hall passing the dance classroom peeking in. I watched the dance teacher, she moved so fluidly gracefully. It was amazing to watch. She was always shy when I encountered her around the school. But when she danced she came alive. Moving around the studio she danced to whatever music was playing in her headphones. Her graceful movements kind of remind me of Aaliyah's Are You That Somebody? She always added her own flare to her dancing. Her long legs pushed her around the room. I am so intrigued by her mysterious manner of interacting. All the kids loved her and talked about her class all the time. I continued on my way. It was the weekend and I was going to spend my weekend grading papers. I much rather spend my weekend with her but she barely knows I exist. I got to my car and threw my bag in the back seat. Chick Fil A for dinner again, salad it is. The drive thru line was super long but I didn't care that I just needed my market salad.

Home sweet home, I was lucky to graduate college and by twenty-eight I was able to purchase my own home. It's modest with three bedrooms but I loved it. It was home. I closed the garage and entered my kitchen putting my bags down on the table. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a ginger ale, it's the only soda I drink. Walking into my living room and sitting down turning on the TV to catch up on some of the shows on my DVR. I clicked on This Is Us while opening my salad and soda. I loved this show, at first I didn't like it and it took a while to get interesting, now I can't miss it. Tonight is my night. It's Kelly time now. I relaxed in on the long part of my l-shaped sofa.

At some point I dozed off and had the most amazing dream. Michelle, the dance teacher and I had gone on a date and ended up in bed together. Let's just say I didn't want to wake up from that dream. It was sexy and had my panties wet. I sighed, cleaned up my trash and headed to my bedroom. I took a quick shower throwing on some panties and t-shirt going to bed. No more erotic dreams but oh how I wished they had decided to come.


Michelle

The bell rang and my students quickly scurried out of the room. They were heading home to have fun for the weekend. Me, on the other hand, I was going home to an empty house. About 15 minutes after the kids left I was dancing around the classroom with headphones in, dancing to Ciara's Dance Like We're Making Love, but I felt her watching me. I always knew when she watched me. I continued dancing, getting out my frustration. Dance is my passion, love, stress relief and soothed my soul. I felt such a connection with the music. Though I knew she was there I never acknowledged her and she never said anything. I was incredibly shy and didn't say much when we were in the same space. She wasn't intimidating actually she's the opposite but whenever I decided to approach her my nerves got the best of me. I can dance around on a stage in front of thousands of people but I can't ask my crush out.

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