one shot collection

mall musicc

awesamdude x boomerna

"sam?"

he's slumped over on the couch when the light in the room suddenly turns on, distracting him from the game on the tv. he turns around to see who called his name, letting his car crash into a lamppost.

"what?"

it's dylan, standing in the doorway with his shaved head that everyone's been teasing him about. he's dressed in a light blue t-shirt - fitting snugly around his broad chest - and some cozy sweats. the look on his face is a little strange. he seems shy, almost nervous.

"do you know how to dance?"

sam raises an eyebrow.

"uhh.. maybe? why?"

dylan fiddles with his fingers, casually biting his lip.

"well, cause.. i was wondering if you could teach me?"

"what?" sam huffs, putting down the controller, "you want me to teach you dancing?"

"yeah! you know, prom is coming up... and i don't wanna mess up and make a fool of myself."

he takes a few steps forward, leaning against the couch as he waits for sam's response.

"why don't you ask someone else? ask luke or something."

"eww, no-" he exclaims, wrinkling his nose, "i don't wanna dance with luke, that's weird, and he stinks and sucks at dancing anyway. i already asked xen, but he told me to fuck off, so i only have you left."

sam sighs, glancing over at the tv and stretching his back. friends help friends...

"do we really have to do this right now?"

"please!" dylan begs, "i need to learn, c'mon.. please?"

he shakes sam's shoulder, pouting like a sad puppy to convince him. he uses the same strategy every time he wants something, and it always works. who could say no to the little sweetheart when he's asking so kindly?

"you're such a child," sam chuckles, "fine, i'll teach you."

dylan gives him a goofy smile, showing off all his perfect teeth before holding out his hand. sam gladly takes it, pulling himself up from the couch. dylan refuses to let go of him afterwards.

"thank you," he mumbles, "i'm sorry if this is weird."

"it's okay, it's not weird," sam tells him, "i'm just happy to help."

he grips dylan's other hand too, holding both of them loosely. they're warm, comforting. dylan isn't short by any means, but sam is still a good few inches taller than him. it's more noticeable now that they're standing face to face with each other.

"so, what do you wanna learn? swing dance, tango?"

dylan shrugs, "i don't know, whatever you do at prom, i guess. slow dancing?"

"sure," sam nods, "let me just put on some music first."

he backs away, grabbing the tv remote from the coffee table.

"no dancing without music.."

dylan giggles, watching him expectantly as he closes out of the game and opens youtube instead. he finds a playlist with classical music for slow dancing, shuffling it before getting back into position.

"okay, so.." he begins, clearing his throat, "first, you put your hands on my shoulders."

dylan obeys, reaching up and searching for a good spot to place them in. he seems hesitant, like he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries.