𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

4) Terpsichorean

Terpsichorean (adjective) [turp-si-kuh-ree-uh n, turp-si-kawr-ee-uh n, -kohr-]
Pertaining to dancing.

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You looked through your closet searching for a suitable dress for the Winter Formal. You sighed as you couldn't find anything at the level of 'formal'.

Well, I guess I have to go clothes shopping. You thought.

You disliked shopping. You thought it was a waste of time. Your best friend, [Y/B/F], thought otherwise.

But that wasn't the biggest thing you didn't have. You didn't have a date or at least someone to hang out with. [Y/B/F] would probably be with her boyfriend. You, which was no surprise to you, had no one.

Well, no one except Dylan.

He's just a friend of yours. A really good friend. A friend that was always there for you in the hardest and happiest of times.

You wished it was more than that. You sighed once more as it was probably just going to be a figment of your imagination.

The door bell rang and you smiled. You walked towards the main door and opened it. You stared at the person standing in front.

"Hey [Y/N], what's up?" Dylan asked as he walked inside. You and him were so close you guys literally lived in each others houses.

"Nothing much. Actually kinda bored. I was just scouring my closet for something to wear for the Winter Formal. Turns out I have nothing," You sighed as you shut the door.

"Well... About that. I came here for your help. I hope you don't mind," Dylan said as he ran a hand through his hair. You loved it when he did that.

"Of course! Anything... I can do anything for you," You replied and smiled. You both took a seat on the couch and Dylan stared at you. You both looked at each other for what felt like eternity. To your relief, he finally spoke.

"Okay, I have a slight problem. I'm going to the Formal with this girl. She's amazing! I can't even explain. Whenever I..." Dylan said. He probably saw how annoyed you were that he got straight to the point. He took a deep breath.

"Idon'tknowhowtodance. There, I said it," he said in a rush. It took you a moment to realise what he said. You were kind of surprised.

Out of all people... Dylan. He didn't know how to dance?!

"Huh? But I've seen you dance! You dance all the time!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, but that's just me goofing off. I'm talking about formal dancing. Like couples and stuff..." He explained.

All this love and date and mystery girl that he's taking to the Formal made you boil inside. A part of you wanted him to ask you to the Formal. Actually... All of you wanted it.

"What makes you think I can ball dance?" You said flatly. "Because you can do anything. You can literally do everything. I'm sure you know how to ball dance...even if you've never done it," he said and moved closer to you.

He was never so close to you. You'd always get lost in his hazel eyes and innocent smile. You smiled, "Okay. Well, as your instructor, you have to do everything I do."

Dylan smirked and you couldn't help but be attracted to this side of him. He was just so... Irresistible.

"So... 'Instructor', what should I do first?" He mocked. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hands. You placed them both on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

No matter how awkward, wrong or uncomfortable it felt, you had committed to it.

You and Dylan started to sway back and fourth, and from side to side. To your surprise, he immediately got the hang of it. It was a bit awkward for you to be dancing with your best friend like this.

Maybe he does know how to dance. Maybe he lied. But... Why? You thought.

Dylan just smirked, which started to creep you out. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You whispered. He cleared his throat, "Huh? Oh sorry... Nothing."

Silence fell between you both. But then you decided to speak, "So, tell me about this girl you're taking to the Formal." Even though it ached to ask, you had to have a conversation.

"All I can say is that she's my dream girl. I can't think of anyone else that could be so perfect. The way she walks and the way she talks. She takes me to another world," He said.

He said it so deeply that you could hear the truth in his voice. He wasn't lying. You really wanted to know who this girl is.

"The things is... I haven't asked her yet. I want to but, I don't want to be rejected. It would hurt me till the end if she said no," Dylan said and looked to the floor.

You felt sad for him. You've never seen him so in love.

Then it hit you. He could only be talking about that one girl. Melissa Stewart.

That girl got on your nerves. Every guy was after her and Dylan was no different.

You sighed. You couldn't believe you were going to say it, but he's your friend. "Just ask her. You're such an awesome person and if she says no, then she doesn't know what she's missing," You suggested and smiled.

He let go of his grip around your waist and held your hands. He took a deep breath, "[Y/N], would you like to go to the Formal with me?"

You stood there paralysed. You were speechless at what he just said.

"Uh, but... M-Melissa... Y-You like h-her," You stuttered. You were extremely confused.

"I had a feeling you'd say that. I never liked her much. I did like her in the beginning but, then it washed away. It was a wave," He explained.

"But every time she passed, you'd smile and just watch her as if she was some sort of angel," You were shattered. Your WHOLE life turned out to be a lie and you were as blind as a bat.

"Yeah but that was in the beginning. She never made me feel like how you always do when you're around me. You make me feel... Happy. I feel lucky to actually know you," He tried to convince you but you were having a hard time believing it.

"I know this must be too much for you but I'll ask again. [Y/N], would you like to go to the Formal with me?" He looked at you straight in the eye. This decision could, just maybe, change your life.

You took a deep breath, "Yes. I would love to come to the Formal with you."

Dylan smiled and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around his body. You loved his hugs. You could stand there and hug him for hours.

"You have no idea how long I've liked you for. And all I saw was how much you loved Melissa," you said in his ear.

"[Y/N], that girl really gives me the creeps. She's so annoying. I was an idiot to like her in the beginning," He said.

"Anyways, you knew how to dance all this while?" I asked. "Yup! In fact, I'm a pretty good dancer!" He replied. You smiled, "I wouldn't agree with that. You stepped on my foot about four times."