Care for a dance?

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Writing prompt: Picture above
(I know it shouldn't have been taken literally or in an adorable way but I thought it was too cute not to)
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I let the music play as I lay on my bed in my pj shorts and fandom t-shirt. The music was swift yet calm and classy. I let the music run through me, today was horrible. I had 3 people yell at me about customer service, for things I couldn't fix. I felt like death. I decided to go make myself something when I heard a noise downstairs. I shrugged it off as nothing and grabbed my phone that's softly playing the music. I roll off the bed, it creaking in despair as I did so. I danced slowly as the song changed to a classical waltz. As I waltzed down the hallway to the stairs, I heard more stuff fall in the kitchen.
"Ugh, Remmy if that's you, I swear i'm going to stab you."
You waited for a sassy remark back like, ' At least then I wouldn't have to do the presentation for my biology class.' Yet nothing was heard. I slowly realized that there could possibly be a stranger in my kitchen. I grabbed the closest thing next to me, which was a silver trophy, and sneaked my way into the kitchen. I leaned forward and peered around the corner into the kitchen. I couldn't exactly explain what I saw next though. The intruder looked like a regular man with midnight black hair, yet a bit taller than usual.
"SIR I AM ARMED AND DANGEROUS!"
I held up the trophy and tried to sound threatening. Apparently it worked, because the tall figure jumped and promptly fell as he tried to duck for cover.
" Oh my goodness, im so sorry! I didn't know someone lived here! I thought it was abandoned!"
The figure held his hands above his head and stood up, his back facing you.
"I mean no harm, I just wanted some food. I haven't umm...eaten! Yeah, eaten in days..."
I raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. As I looked him over I realized he was wearing a stark white suit, and strangely enough small black whisps would emit from the suit every couple of seconds. I waved the trophy and turned it around, aiming the sharpest point at his heart.
"Show me your face. I need proof you're not some serial killer."
He turned around slowly and almost reluctantly, you held the trophy tighter. As he turned you saw part of something covering his face, a mask maybe?
" Ugh, come on dude. Take off the mask."
I stared at his chest as he didn't move.
" What mask, im not wearing one."
You sighed, honestly disappointed.
"Dude, the cool skull thingie ya got going on there."
I put the trophy down and edged towards the intruder. I swiftly grabbed his mask and held it close to my chest as I looked at his face. I dropped the mask and gasped in shock. His irides were a pitch black, and a large scar ran over one of his gorgeous eyes. He was actually incredibly attractive, with his messy hair and black eyes. I stared at him, stuck in a stupor. The classical music from my phone still playing softly in the background.
"Ummm....can I move? I don't want to make this awkward, but your kinda doing that cute gaze thing girls do..."
You blinked and realized what you did and what he said.
"Whoa there buckaroo, I don't even know your name. You cant just call me cute like that. And I wasn't gazing...I was just..umm...remembering if I had seen your face on the news before."
I quickly put his mask back on, but not before memorizing what he looked like underneath it. I needed to quickly change the subject.
"Umm...ok you said you were hungry right?"
He nodded and looked around for a chair after picking up the trophy off the floor.
"Is a grilled cheese good? Cause thats basically all I know how to make, other than microwave ramen of course."
He nodded and pulled up the chair he had just found. He sat quietly for a minute before asking me questions.
" So since I can't flirt with you without knowing your name, whats your name? My name is Oscar. Now can I flirt with you? Because your very beautiful..."
I secretly had a mini heart attack and looked at him as I dropped the pan in my hand. I practically felt my eyes grew to the size of saucers as I lunged for my phone.
"IMGONNABERIGHTBACKHOLDON"
I bolted back upstairs and locked my door. My peaceful classical music still tinkling from my phone.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god... what do I dooo??"
I grabbed my phone and posted a quick update of what just happened on one of my many blogs. Within a couple of seconds I received a flood of comments, all ranging from *do HIM* to *lock yourself in your room till he leaves*. I felt my face heat up as I read the first type of variety of comments. As I gathered myself together I heard Oscar call from downstairs.
" Hey, if your waiting for me to come after you I just want you to know I may be really flirty, but never have I sunk that low!"
Finally grabbed my phone and  I walked (well, tried to) downstairs and entered the kitchen. An ad had just been replaced with a slow and simple waltz, and I watched as Oscar's eyes lit up.
" Oh, I know this song!"
He grabbed me by my wrist and quickly put his hand on my waist. I felt my face flush brilliantly as he took off his mask and barely managed to remember to breathe.
"Wait, oh my gosh, what!"
"Shhh, you'll ruin the best part."
He slowly started to turn and lifted me a bit, so I was basically just being spun. I felt like curling into a ball and screaming until I died. Oscar slowly set me down and pouted.
"Aww come on...it's no fun if you don't participate...it is cute when you blush though."
I looked at him and muttered under my breath.
"I'll take that as a yes! Come on sweetheart!"
He grabbed my phone and my wrist again and dragged me towards the front room of my shared appartment. He then set his hand on my waist again and waited for me to look at him. I grabbed my phone from his other free hand and put on a simple slow song, capable of going with a simple sway style of dance.
"Ooh, clichè romantic lover I see."
I leaned in on Oscar's chest and felt his heartbeat.
"Shut up, your lucky I didn't call the cops. And that im a sucker for nice guys in suits."
"Well im a sucker for beautifil girls with a decent taste in music and a girl with style. So I guess we both lucked out today, huh?"
"I guess so..."
As we started swaying to the simple cadence, I slowly started leaning more on Oscar.
" I never caught your name sweetheart, so can I just call you mine?"
I stopped and looked at Oscar. I  paused and thought about what I was going to do,  but before I knew it, it was happening. I grabbed Oscar by his suit's collar and kissed him gently on his lips. He seemed surprised at first but then he melted into my kiss.
I broke away and loved when I saw a desire for more in his eyes.
"The names Jasmine. And yes, you can call me yours."
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Holy rabbits mah dudes, I didnt mean to make it that long...
1285 words. I think this was absolutely cute though. I knew it probably had a darker meaning but like omg this was all I could  imagine. Tell me what y'all think in the comments. ~Jello☮

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