My feet were hitting the gym floor. Each delicate step I took lead my closer to my dancing partner, Charles.
As I ran closer and closer, Charles was finally arms-lenghth from me and lifted my body up into the air. My arms stretching out wide, as I was twirled in the air, feeling my hair wip around.
Once I was set on the ground again, I bowed, seeing as our assignment was finished for this practice.
"Good job everyone. We have a competition against Colossal Siads' on Saturday. And remember, practice, practice, practice. Good night."
Everyone departed and went to go grab their belongings, almost everyone also going to the showers. I grabbed my dance bag and walked up to the glass doors on the dance studio.
As I just put my hand on the door, I saw through the door, a man being punched repeatedly in the stomach. My eyes widened and I ran out, not thinking on what was going to happen next. I ran over to the beaten man and pulled off one of the assaulters, kicking him in the balls. He held his crotch, folding down onto the ground and weeping quietly. The second assaulter was a bit more though error than the first. He had biceps and thighs, looking as though he could kill a man at any second. Without a second thought I threw my dance bag at the assaulters' face. He also came down, but I kicked him in the jaw before standing up again.
The beaten man was sitting in a corner, weeping and staring at me in shock and amazement from what I had done do his enemies.
I smiled and held out my hand, shaking it gently, and speaking softly.
"Here. Come here. I'll get you some stuff. Just wait one second, alright?"
I ran to my truck and found a first-aid kit in the back seat, quickly running back to the beaten man on the road.
After I had patched him up, I found out his name was Gerard. The men beating him were people who had put his mother into insanity, making her love in an insane asylum for the rest of her delicate life. I had comforted him, rubbing his back as he cried into my shoulder. I barely knew this man, but he was so comfortable with opening up about this. I don't know how. From only the couple hours I've met him, he was a very quiet man, slightly chubby which made him even more adorable.
Him and I were currently sitting in my kitchen. After I got him in my truck I drove him to my house.
"You're very beautiful, (Y/N)."
I smiled and set a plate in front of Gerard, filling up his plate with spaghetti.
"You are too Gerard."
He blushed and shifted in his seat, twiddling his thumbs.
"Y-you should show me your dance routine. I've been wanting to see it all night."
Grinning, I pushed play on my stereo, getting in position. I coughed and bowed, smirking I leaned up and announced to my one man audience.
"I call this dance, The Dance of Sadness."
Super fucking corny. Not my best imagine 😂😂. Anyways my dudes, please vote and comment. Thank you for reading!
-HiddenGames
