Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Thirteen:

I lifted my leg off of the floor, bending it towards the back of my body.

I didn't move. I didn't flinch. I didn't even attempt to look at him.

After a while, I felt my foot begin to wobble underneath me. I sighed before planting both my feet onto the hard ground. I glanced down at my feet as I walked towards one of the mirrors in the studio. I looked at myself.

"What was that?" I heard Mark. I looked at him through the Mirror. He was stretching his arms. The one thing that I had noticed was how prominent the veins in his arms showed.

"An Arabesque," I breathed, then rolled up my sleeves to my hoodie. I could already feel the sweat roll down my face even though we haven't even started yet.

"Ah," he nodded, then looked away from me. We were silent for a while.

"So," I finally spoke, "Do you, uh...Have an idea on what kind of dance this will be?"

"Well, I was thinking, maybe, a combination of Tango and Ballet?" Mark started to walk towards me.

"Okay," I nodded then turned around to face him, "And do you know what moves to incorporate into the dance?"

"Yes, yes I do," when he said this, it felt like something clicked in his mind, "I actually have everything written down." He rushed over to a chair with a black notepad resting upon it. Once he grabbed the notepad, he rushed back over towards me and handed me the leather back notepad. I opened it carefully to examine the pages.
"I planned this out a while back," he explained, "I wanted to do something different. When I planned this, the only thing that I could see was ballet, so I automatically new that my partner needed to be a ballet dancer."

"Uh huh," I nodded, biting the inside of my jaw. From the looks of it, he had planned this out perfectly. The moves started out harsh, but slowly and surely began to fade into more relaxed. The main part seemed to have been ballet, which I didn't have a problem with. The only problem was that some of the moves for the ballet part were extremely difficult. I knew in my mind that I could do it, but just the thought of it made me nervous.

"I don't know a whole lot about ballet," he squinted a little, "But I know enough."

"Mark, this is..." I said, still reading.

"Oh no," he looked up at me, "I made it too difficult, didn't I?"

"No," I shook my head, "This is perfect."

"Wait, what?" He slightly raised one eyebrow.

"I think when all of this comes together, it'll look perfect," I smiled, glancing down at the page again.

"Well," he chuckled nervously, "That's not what I was expecting."

"And what's the song choice?" I looked up at him.

"Um, My original thought was 'Enemies to Lovers?'" He crossed his arms.

"Oh, I love that piece," I smiled, "I did a ballet dance competition with that song my freshman year of High School."

"Huh," Mark raised his eyebrows slightly.

"But yeah, I can do these moves," I longed at the page once more before closing it shut. I handed the notepad back to Mark.

"Great," he smiled before taking the notepad from my hands.