Mistaken Love

Chapter Sixteen.

The lesson with dad went smoothly, as I learned how to slow dance. Dad even taught me how to tango and dance to upbeat music. I say, my dad should just quit his job and become a dance teacher, in my opinion.

It's been a couple hours since mom took Rachel away. I wonder how they're getting along.

"Now, let's take it to the top." Dad suggested as he turned on a slow song.

I nodded, as I placed one hand on my chest, and the other outwards, as if I was holding someone invisible. I then began to move around the basement floor with ease. Not missing a beat or step throughout the way, I closed my eyes, as I let the music take over my entire body. As soon as I was done, I opened my eyes, to find someone standing in front of me, giggling.

Rachel.

I couldn't help but turn red, as I looked down at the floor.

"Rachel! I didn't know you were here." I chuckled, not removing my eyes from the ground.

"I wanted to see what you were doing. I see you're practicing for homecoming." She responded. smirking at me.

"Pssh, not exactly." I mumbled, as I scratched the back of my head.

Rachel moved forward as she grab both of my hands.

"Enough with the chit-chat, and show me what you've learned." She says with a smile.

My eyes grew wide for a moment, until they shrank to normal size, as I let out a small sigh. "I guess one lesson won't hurt." I said softly.

Dad instincts kicked in, as he pushed play on the radio. Sweet, soft music started to dance around the room, as Rachel and I began to move around the basement floor in a elegant way. I have to admit, dancing with Rachel is mush easier than dancing with my dad, or someone who's invisible. The atmosphere changed, as everything fell silent, as everything moved in slow motion, and it felt like Rachel and I were the only two in this world.

As soon as the music ended, the both of us stopped, as we looked into each others eyes, with smiles planted on our faces. Claps echoed into our ear drums, as mom, dad and even Noah were clapping at us. Rachel blushed, as she looked down giggling, as she slowly pulled away from my embrace.

"You're a wonderful dancer. I believe that you will rock the dance floor on Saturday." Rachel told, as she looked up at me.

I chuckled, as I leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss.

"I hope my dance moves pleased you." I mumbled loud enough for her to hear only.

She laughed for awhile before responding to my statement.

"Oh trust me," Rachel breathed. "I'll be more than pleased."