Like a Dream

Chapter 8

There were two more weeks until the talent show. Every day after school, Elizabeth and Zeldris had been practicing a dance for the show.

Zeldris says they've perfected the dance, but Elizabeth says otherwise. See, Elizabeth is a perfectionist (at least, when it comes to certain things) and whatever tiny mistake she may spot, she'll wanna fix it.

Right now, she and Zeldris had just finished rehearsing for the third time this week. It's Wednesday.

"Oh my God, El," Zeldris pants. "Can we please just take a break from rehearsing for the rest of the week?"

"Is our dance perfect?" Elizabeth questions. Zeldris plops down onto a chair by a round table in the ball room of his house, still out of breath. Elizabeth smiles innocently at her best friend.

"I don't know, El but I'm dying here!!"

"You'll be fine, Zelly Welly," Elizabeth says in a childish tone.

Zeldris gasps, offended. "You do not use that tone with me, Elizabeth! And that terrible nickname."

"I'll call you what I want, however I want," Elizabeth says, poking him with her finger on his cheek. He pouts and Elizabeth giggles at him.

"Oh! I didn't know Elizabeth Liones was here!" A voice booms out in the ball room, causing the silver haired girl and the dark haired boy to turn their heads in the direction of the voice.

"Hello, Mr Walker!" Elizabeth greets with a smile.

"Elizabeth, please! Call me Adam! What are you kids up to?"

"Ellie's making me dance for a talent show," Zeldris says, still panting and out of breath.

His dad laughs. "Seems like she's working you to death."

"That's an understatement," her best friend mumbles.

"Well, you kids have fun, I'm going to go pick up your mother."

"Bye Mr Walker!" Elizabeth says.

"Adam!" Zeldris's father corrects. Elizabeth giggles as she watches his father walk out of the ball room. The silverette then turns back to Zeldris, a wide grin on her face.

"Alright, Zeldris. Drink some water," she says, handing him a water bottle, "and we're getting right back to it, okay?"

"Ellie, noooo! I don't wanna!"

"I'll buy you ice cream!"

Zeldris stares at her. His green eyes bore into her blue ones, and she smiles. Very sweetly.

He then sighs. "Okay. Fine. But if I end up pulling a muscle, it's on you!"

And so, Elizabeth replays the music from the start, and Zeldris guides her to the middle of the ball room. They dance to the routine to practically perfection. That is... until Elizabeth loses her balance and falls to the floor.

She clenches her eyes shut as she expects the loud thud on the hard floor, but it never comes.

And only then does she realize that she's being held by two arms around her waist. Elizabeth opens her bluebell eyes, expecting Zeldris to have been the one to catch her, but instead, her vision is filled with messy and unkept blonde hair. She didn't think Meliodas was home...

"You know, for a dancer as good as you, you're really clumsy sometimes," he smiles at her and Elizabeth blushes. Her whole body melts in his clutch, and she can't bring herself to do anything about it.

"I- Uh. Thank you," the silver haired teenager squeaks. Meliodas grins at her and helps her up to her feet.

They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, but then Elizabeth manages to tear her gaze from him and grabs Zeldris's arm.