Let's Get One Thing Straight (I'm Not)

I'm Not

A/N: There was originally going to be more but for some reason I cannot force myself to finish anything I start so I was left with this.

A big thanks to my friend Kowasenai for helping me with the dancing part because I cannot write that shiz. :D

Enjoy~

"I hear the next performers are very talented in what they do," Jean said, eying the stage.

"In what, seducing men?" I scoffed back.

"Aw come on, Eren! Don't be like that! You know you're enjoying it." Connie smirked at me.

I was about to protest when the room suddenly got dim and the stage lights were the only source of light. Two people walked on the stage with three poles. One was a female; she had short strawberry blonde hair that swayed when she walked up to the crowd. She blew kisses to the audience. The other person was a short male with black hair styled in an undercut. A neutral expression contrasted from the smile that was on the girl's face.

They were wearing the same outfit, belt straps looping around their legs over their white jeans. They wore the same brown boots that extended just below the knee. The female's light blue flannel was tight on her skin, unbuttoned enough so I could see her black and purple laced bra. I took no real interest in her, but rather the man who was wearing something around his neck, a white cloth of some sort, stole my attention.

Yes, I am gay. Deal with it.

The man's flannel was loose, unlike his partner, and he got into position for their dance. This one was different. The ones I had to persevere through before hand were solo female dances. They had a good technique, but their moves were starting to get repetitive. All of the girls would unhook their sparkly bras at the same time and the music they danced to sounded very much alike – an odd kind of techno song with no lyrics. It was dreadful – for me at least.

A familiar beat of a familiar song started to play, fading in slowly. The man looked up at the crowd slowly, in perfect sync with his partner. Then the lyrics started.

"You're so hypnotizing. Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?" My eyes widened the man's movements – the two had started at opposite ends of the stage and now they came together. The woman laid on the floor, doing her part of the routine, reaching out at the man. He latched on to her arm, pulling her up off of the floor. He lifted her off the ground and spun her around in the air. She maneuvered around his body, acting as if he were the pole. Still being held by his strong arms, she popped another button on her shirt, fulling revealing her bra.

Some whoops were heard from the other side of the room, but I was too busy paying attention to the dance. It was different than all the others – they didn't automatically hop on the poles and start to grind on them like the others did. They were actually dancing with each other.

"Your touch; magnetizing. Feels like I am floating, leaves my body glowing." The raven set the girl on the floor cautiously. He stepped over her body and with a swift roll, he was on the ground next to her. She rolled on top of him, taking a moment to stare into his eyes before getting off. They continued to dance, and I couldn't help but find myself staring intently at the man.

"You're from a whole 'nother world – a different dimension. You open my eyes and I'm ready to go, lead me into the light." At this verse, the man did a cartwheel back over to where the woman was standing and the next thing I knew, they were spinning next to each other. She spun into his arms, he lifted her off of the ground, and she did a flip out of his grasp. The man strutted toward the front of the stage, and the next thing he did surprised me.