Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 21: The School

this might go on until like chapter 25. I'm not sure. it was just going to be 20 at first. some days I feel less confident about it, but right now it's going well. so yay?

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I was early.

I was way too damn early. Of course I was. But the first time I went to see Ana, I was late. And I was so embarrassed at the time; I never wanted to be late to anything ever again. And what do you do in order to avoid being late? Yeah, you go early.

But here I was, at least half an hour early. And it really wasn't all that far away from where I lived.

I was nervous, though. Why the hell was I so nervous? I was just getting coffee. . . with Kellin. Coffee with Kellin. No big deal at all.

I took a deep breath and managed to pull myself together, parking the car in front of the building before finally getting out. And I was silently praying to God that I was at the right place.

This was the nicer side of the neighborhood, so I guessed that I was. The building before me wasn't all that big, it looked sort of old but not neglected. Across the street was a private school, a few suburban-styled homes, a bakery and a cute little coffee shop right next to it. I smiled to myself, figuring that that's where Kellin and I would be going later.

Looking back at the building, I narrowed my eyes, looking through the window from an awkward distance. I could see people moving inside, but what they were doing wasn't clear. This was where Kellin worked, but to be honest, I had no idea what his profession was. I mean, I knew he did ballroom dancing with Ana back in the day. . . but now, who knew?

I decided to take my chances, trying to ignore how ridiculously early I was as I went inside.

Music resounded through the hall the second I walked through the front doors of the building. I followed the noise, recognizing the tune as it blindly brought me to the room that it was coming from. I carefully opened the door and peeked inside.

"Just watch me and repeat what I do, okay? It's simple." I heard Kellin's familiar voice instruct, my eyes soon landing on the man himself. He crossed his legs, his toes facing inward as his arms were spread.

He then moved gracefully, jumping in the air, soaring through it like a feather, and making a perfect landing in the exact same position he had started in. "That was a Sisonne fermée. Now go on and try it, together with the others I've taught you." He said.

I peeked my head in further, only then seeing all of the four and five-year-olds that vacated the rest of the mirror-covered bright room. Kellin folded his arms across his chest, watching the little students intently.

"What was the order again, Mister Quinn?" One of the girls asked, raising her little hand in the air.

"Sisonne, Changement, Sisonne, Glisade. Come on girls, you know this."

I couldn't help but to smile at the sight of the whole thing. Kellin was a ballet class teacher. That was so cute. Not to mention the black leotard that he was wearing and the black ballet slippers, which actually looked very similar to TOMs.

"One, two, three. . . One, two, three. . . jump! Yes, perfect!" There was pride evident in his voice for his young, energetic students.

I watched them all jump and fly around for a little while, completely taken by the elegant little dancers. After repeating the routine multiple times, Kellin joined in, his supposed flexibility on full display.