I rushed into the library, fumbling in with a cup of coffee in one hand and my car keys in the other. Against my shoulder hung my bag.
"Come here, come here!" Luna motioned me towards her once I stepped foot into the library.
"Coming!" I huffed for air. I walked over to her and sat down my cup of coffee onto the counter.
"So?" Asked Luna, "Tell me everything."
"About what?" I looked at her with a confused expression as I slid off my bag.
"What do you mean, 'about what,'" her eyebrows knit together, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Oh, you mean the practice thing?" I asked.
"No, I mean the other thing," she said blandly, rolling her eyes, "Yes, I mean the dance practice thing!"
"We didn't really do anything," I shrugged, "We just mapped out what dance positions we were going to be doing, and how to approach everything first."
"That's it?" Luna crossed her arms, "Nothing major happened?"
"No, not really," I shook my head. I grabbed the cup of coffee and carefully took a sip. The scolding liquid hit my tongue, causing me to clench my teeth together tightly.
"Huh," she said as she moved her tongue along the inside of her cheek.
"We are practicing today, though," I told her.
"Wait, really?" She responded excitingly.
"Mhm," I nodded.
"Well, you seem excited about that," she continued to cross her arms as she eyed me up and down. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not excited about it," I crossed my arms.
I lied. To be totally honest, I'm excited about it. It feels really good to be back. In the back of my mind, though, I could tell that doing this was wrong.
What if I mess up again?...
You can't do this, remember?...
It's been so long. You'll end up forgetting, then you'll humiliate yourself again...
My brain will constantly send me mixed signals about it. I do t know whether to deny or trust these thoughts.
I heard the door bell ring as someone opened the door, knowing exactly who had just walked in. I looked over to see Mark walk up to me. He greeted me with a pleasant smile.
I smiled back.
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Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}
Fanfiction{Y/N} is a ballet dancer. Mark is a Milonguero, (someone who practices the art of tango.) After trashing the audition for one of the best art schools in the world, {Y/N} decides to quit the game of dance, but runs into Mark after the incident at the...
