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Dance Lessons at a Sweet 16

quick clarification: Bachata is a Spanish style of dance. || ( y/bf/n) means your best friend's name

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I'm at (y/bf/n)'s sweet 16 and I'm having a great time. I love going to parties like this because I love to dance and meet new people.

The DJ's playing great music and I'm having no trouble finding people to dance with. All my friends and (y/bf/n)'s family are on the dance floor. Only a few people are sitting down at their tables.

This one extremely handsome tall boy standing awkwardly by the bar catches my attention as I walk towards the bar. He's wearing khakis with a white dress shirt tucked in with dress shoes on. Who is he?

I get to the bar and ask for a sprite. I turn to look at him to find that he's already looking at me.

"How come you're not dancing?" I question.

"I'm not much of a dancer," he states. "I don't really know how," he admits.

I smile at his awkwardness. "Do you want to learn?" I ask.

His eyes light up, "You'll teach me?"

"Of course," you smile at him. I place my drink down and grab his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

A bachata song is playing as I speak, "This style is called Bachata, and it's really easy."

He nods his head, a look of concentration on his face.

I grab both of his hands as I guide him through the dance, "Look at my feet." He moves along with me as I do simple steps, my heels clicking against the tile. I count along with my steps, "One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step." He's watching my feet and mouthing the steps.

"We're gonna start to your right, my left," I instruct. I count the steps again, "One, two, three, step. See you're doing great! You're a good dancer." I look up to see that he's slightly blushing. "You gotta loosen up!" I say as I shake his hands. "And use your hips, would you!?" I joke, using my hands to move his hips, causing him to laugh.

He eventually starts to get the hang of it and I place his right hand on my waist and my left hand on his shoulder. I hold his left hand in my right up right. I start to tech him more complicated steps like turning and moving forward and backward.

He's doing great, it felt we're the only ones on the dance floor, although it's crowded. He breaks the silence, "I never got your name."

"Oh right, I'm (y/n). And you are?" I say.

"Shawn."

I dance with him for the rest of the night, teaching him other styles as the songs played.

At the end of the party Shawn approaches me. "You're an amazing dancer. Thanks for teaching me tonight," he says as he stares into my eyes. "Hopefully I'll see you again."

"Thank you and your not so bad yourself," I say. "It was my pleasure teaching you. This definitely won't be the last time we see each other."

In this moment everything seems to be in slow motion. Before I can comprehend what's happening, his lips are attached to mine. The kiss wasn't long but it was perfect. He beams at me before pecking my lips once more.

We're sitting in the foyer making small talk when a loud car horn sounds. "That's my mum, I have to go. Thanks again," he says and pecks my lips. "Call me." (a/n: just say you exchanged numbers lmao)

I smile and wave, "Bye, Shawn."

He gives me one last smile before getting into the car and driving off.

I turn around to a smirking (y/bf/n), "I see you and Shawny boy hit it off, huh?"

"Maybeeee."

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i kinda based the setting (like the bar & foyer) off the venue where i had my quince. sorry i have no pictures on my phone to attach:/

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