When Worlds Collide ( Ballet Dancer x Reader )

Chapter 7: Jealous?

Hii guys, I just put some videos here to give you a better picture of this chapters storyline 🎀🎀

starting pose and ex. dress:

https://youtu.be/aNAdHU4TKMY?si=H3GKI_rKafR53KGp

beginning moves;

https://youtube.com/shorts/hGgYgan3Il8?si=7Y6EjJDIg5cNKuZf

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The week before the competition was hectic. You'd been avoiding running into lou and it had actually worked. You didn't know how you hadn't noticed before but Raphaels sister quinciñera fell on the day Lou and you were always meeting on so you had to cancel.

It was a peaceful party, the dances were wonderful and the father and daughter dance brought tears to your eyes.

The food was, of course, absolutely delicious and interacting with Raphael in a non dance setting was good for your nerves.

You thought this would make your next encounter with Lou more awkward but your teacher told you her and his teacher had agreed that the week before your competition and his performance were stressful enough without that extra meeting so they said the joint practice period was officially over.

As you heard this at the end of practice, you had a sinking feeling in your chest.

'Was this it? Was this the end? No more meetings? No more cussing eachother out? No contact at all anymore?'

It didn't sit right with you. Your steps dragged as you passed the ballet classroom and went to the door.

When the meeting were happening, they seemed they'd never end. It had b
become so normal. So regular. So comforting. From one day to the other. Done.

It felt unreal that it wasn't forever. That you would no longer get your weekly dose of.. well .. Lou.

You looked at the ground until you reached the door, streching out your hand to grasp the handle.

"WAIT!!"

You froze with your hand on the handle, your head snapping up to see an out of breath blond boy coming to a halt in front of you, panting with his hands on his knees.

"Just... give me... a second.." He got out between heaving, with a raised finger in the air.

You look behind him and wondered where he'd come from since the classroom wasn't that far away and he would be out of breath so easily with all the dancing he did.

" I thought.. you were up.. stairs but... you weren't so ... after running up..  and to your classroom.. I ran down... to mine ... and then I saw.. you here." he explained and you slowly let go of the handle.

After another second he straightened up , face still red and and sweaty, some hair sticking to his forehead. But it all seemed like it was on purpose, like the shots of guys getting out of a pool and instead of looking stupid they look hot and ready to be devoured.

' He does look-'

"So what I was going to ask is.."

He cut in, 'perfect timing' You thought.

"I.. I wanted to ask if you.."

you raised your eyebrow.

"If you'd like to.."

you looked at him expectantly.

"if you'd like to come watch me.. I mean my performance. " he corrected and pulled out two tickets.