Illegal Thoughts

7

Katheryn

Kathryn didn't dance. Not even that freestyle homecoming dance stuff. In all honesty, she became a nervous train wreck when it came to dancing.

She was not excited to learn how to tango and waltz and... whatever it's called.

Either way and a huge shocker, Lewis had this grand and decorative ballroom. Huge surprise.

"We really have to start today?" Kathryn laughed, masking her nerves.

"Yeah," Lewis replied. "Are you scared?"

"No. I'm just worried about your mental health, you know? Barely getting any sleep and all."

"Uh-huh. Sure." Lewis grabbed her hand. "Okay. So start with your hand here." he pointed to his shoulder. Kathryn did as instructed.

"Ok, now I'm going to put my hand on your waist."

"My waist?"

"Yes."

Kathryn tried faking a smile.

"Don't worry. You'll probably be a natural." Lewis said.

"Don't lie to make me feel better."

"Ok and just step step step..." Lewis tried leading her along, and Kathryn tried not freezing up at every little step.

"Just relax." Lewis sighed. "Lean into me, let me lead."

"I can't do this." Kathryn pushed away, her face red from embarrassment. "I can't dance, Lewis. Like... I can barely freestyle."

Lewis sighed. "Let's take a break, then."

Kathryn turned to leave, before Lewis said, "Oh, and by the way, I got you some stuff. It's in your room."

"Ok. Thanks. See ya tomorrow!" Kathryn hurried out of the room.

She locked herself in her room, dying internally from embarrassment. Luckily, she got to distract herself due to the box on her bed.

On top, there was a note from Lewis telling her to let him know how it fits, in case it needed to be tailored. Kathryn smiled, opening the box and revealing a very pretty gown.

She picked it up, walked over to the mirror, and put it in front of her body. She smiled, thinking of how it felt like she was a woman from a book. You know, a man buys her a fancy dress and whatever else...

She tried the dress on, fully. Double-checking the lock on the door, Kathryn grabbed her headphones and looked dead in the mirror.

Nobody was there but her. Nobody could see her and laugh, no way she could embarrass herself.

So, she danced. She jumped on the bed and hopped around, not exactly graceful but something new.

Kathryn didn't like how it felt, per-se, but she blasted her music to drown out her worries.

Until she, inevitably, tripped. Or, to be more precise, faceplanted off her bed. She swatted at her headphones, groaning at a pain in her ankle.

On the positive side, she had a new excuse not to dance tomorrow. She'd just have to find an excuse for why her ankle was hurting.

It wasn't anything extreme. It'd be swollen for a day or two and die down eventually.

She stood up, going towards the door when she remembered the dress.

She cursed under her breath, quickly changing out of it. She hung it up in her closet, burying it behind endless amounts of clothes. Then, she headed towards the kitchen for ice.

"Kathryn?"

Oh. She had forgotten about him.

"What's up?"

"I heard a loud thump. Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah." She laughed. "Just fell."

"Oh... ok." Lewis stood up from the couch. "Hungry?"

"Not now." She opened the freezer and got a bag of peas. "Just getting... frozen peas. Mmm, scrumptious. Night!"

"Hey, wait, you're acting suspicious," Lewis said.

"What do you mean?"

"Who eats frozen peas?"

"How about we watch something?" Kathryn tried changing the subject.

"You open up just about as well as a few-year-old jar of jam does."

"Now that is the metaphor of the year."

"Pretty sure that's a simile."

"It is?"

"I can never tell the difference." Kathryn laughed.

"Seriously though. You shouldn't hold stuff in. It's not therapeutic."

"You're my therapist now?"

Lewis rolled his eyes.

"Let's just say I won't be able to dance tomorrow, ok? Goodnight."

"Did you like the dress, at least?" Lewis asked.

Kathryn paused halfway up the stairs. "Very much. Thank you."

At this moment, Kathryn realized how much of a book-boyfriend material Lewis was. Not that she wanted to date him. Just that Lewis would be the perfect male character for a romance book.