Catch Me When I Fall [BxB]

Mixed Signals

The chance my mom was sure I'd get again certainly didn't happen over the next couple weeks, because even taking into consideration all the time Tyrone spent teaching me how to dance, he seemed to be ignoring the fact that he tried to kiss me.

I'm afraid it's been harder for me to pretend it didn't happen than for him.

While he's been acting just like before, I've been a little confused and waiting on him to make the next move because now even more than before, I'm starting to feel like maybe he didn't mean it after all.

And therefore, I haven't brought it up anymore. If Tyrone's ignoring it, it's probably because he doesn't want to talk about it and wants to pretend it never happened.

I'm glad he's not ignoring me altogether, though. In fact, he seems to be spending even more time with me than usual.

Probably because the dance competition is a few days away.

So even today, we're back in the room with the mirrors.

I study Tyrone momentarily before randomly asking,

"Are you just like... not going to do baseball this semester?"

"Why, are you getting sick of this?" He asks, stopping what he's doing and walking towards me.

"No, I just thought about it suddenly because you've been with me every lunch hour so far. Not that I mind. I prefer that, actually."

"That's good, because I think I'm gonna drop baseball. Though I wouldn't be surprised if you were sick of this. Because to be fair, we've been doing this every day, and a lot, too."

"I'm actually excited. It's getting easier and I feel more confident now." I tell him.

"Khai, like don't be too surprised or nothin' but you're actually picking this up really fast. You've improved so much already. I'm so proud of you." Tyrone's smile emanates his sincerity, and it makes me even happier than I already am.

"You've mastered so many moves . Plus you've almost got the safety roll down ... "

Tyrone holds out his arms to me, so I embrace him.

It's so good to see him so happy, especially after all that's been going on in his life lately. I don't like when he's sad. It makes me sad, too.

"We're gonna win the competition." Tyrone says confidently.

"You're feeling optimistic." I observe.

"Yeah. But I'm being serious, too."

"I would be just as sure as you if it was just you dancing. I might hold you back a bit." I remind him.

"Nonsense, you could never." He reassures me.

"Okay... if you say so..."

I'm not so convinced, even if I have gotten better.

"Regardless of whether or not we win, I'll be happy. So don't stress about it too much." Tyrone advises.

I nod.

"I won't. I think it'll be fun."

"I'm so glad you agreed to do this with me." He expresses his gratitude. "C'mon, one more spin before we quit for the day." He holds a hand out to me.

I chuckle as I take it.

"Oh alright, but don't spin me too much or I'll get dizzy and fall." I say.

"Not while I'm around. Because I will always catch you." Tyrone lets me know.

I practice the little trick he taught me: to find a focus spot somewhere on the wall to help me keep my balance.

I successfully spin in a little circle as Tyrone watches with a big smile on his face.