Savior on the Dancefloor

Today's the day; Mika Anderson's house-warming party. After slaving away all morning with her new-found friends, the house was finally ready for guests to arrive. Within an hour the small mansion nearly overflowed with people. Sophisticated business men and women can be seen conversing in the dining room as well as all over the house. For those who enjoy a bit of fun every now and then, Erik and Matthew had a disco ball hung surprisingly secure from a rope in the main hall before the party began. Shockingly, it wasn't a lost cause; people who normally wouldn't be caught dead on the dancefloor are shaking their hips and other limbs to the rhythm of whatever music Erik has on. Unsurprisingly, Matthew was in the center of it all, moving to a rhythm all his own. Occasionally he would dance with a guest who was drawn in by his jovial nature, but more often than naught he danced alone. Laughing to himself, the young man slowly loses sight of everyone else around him Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched from afar.

"Doofus..." Sam mutters as his eyes never leave Matthew's ever-moving frame.

A strange feeling rises in his chest, one that has been becoming more and more apparent as of late, as an annoyed sigh escapes his lips. Confusion always follows this mysterious feeling. Being inexperienced with dealings of emotion, Sam has absolutely no clue what this feeling is as well as what to do about it. All he can say is that this feeling only ever surfaces when Matthew is involved...

As Sam continues being troubled, Matthew continues smiling and laughing on the dancefloor. Anyone who happens to catch his eye would smile and laugh along with him, almost as if his jovial nature were contagious. Hands held high, Matthew sways his hips slightly as the upbeat, tango-like song plays on. He was so caught up in his own amusement that he almost didn't feel a light tap on his shoulder. Lowering his arms and ceasing his movements, Matthew turns around to see a brunette male standing before him.

"Oh, hi. I'm Matthew." He smiles, looking up at the slightly taller gentleman.

"My name is Andrew Lewis. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Matthew." Andrew returns his smile, extending a hand.

Matthew places his hand in Andrew's, gently shaking the other's hand. Almost reluctantly, Andrew releases the smaller boy's hand.

"Do you know Miss Anderson?" Matthew asks, genuinely curious.

"Not personally, but I always heard about her from her grandfather. She always gave him amazing ideas on how to improve his toys." Andrew replies almost is awe of the memories.

"That's awesome!" Matthew laughs, happy at thought of toys.

Andrew smiles as he asks, "I hope this doesn't seem too forward of me, but I've seen you out here and really enjoy watching your dancing. Would you mind dancing with me for a bit?"

"I don't see why not." Matthew replies, smiling at Andrew.

Suddenly, the music changes from a fast-paced tango beat to a slow-paced serenade. Blushing slightly, Andrew stares down at the adorable young man. Matthew, acting as if nothing has changed, approaches Andrew with his ever-present smile.

"I guess you're gonna lead." Matthew says.

"What?" Andrew asks.

"You're taller than me, so it would be awkward if I lead." Matthew chuckles.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Ok." Andrew says.

Once they're close enough to each other, Andrew places a firm hand on the small of Matthew's back as Matthew grabs a hold of Andrew's shoulder. Their remaining hands link together as they sway gently to the music. With barely an inch of space between them, Andrew can't help but take notice of Matthew's features. Black, curly hair covers the smaller boy's head as small strands come close to covering his bright blue eyes. A black-and-blue tuxedo fits smugly against his small frame while complementing said eyes rather nicely. No matter what he tells himself, Andrew can't pry his eyes away from the beautiful sight before him.