Show off!! - a Klance Dance AU fanfiction

C1: Sloppy Piourettes

Shiro blew his high pitched whistle as loud as he could, then clapped his hands. "That's a wrap! Good work guys!"
Oh. Maybe I should explain a little bit of what's going on.
Hi, I'm Lance.
Shiro, just happens to be the head choregraphor at the dance studio I train at. He is pretty popular among the dancing world, and his trophies and medals that hang on the studio walls can prove it. But he isn't cocky about it at all. In fact, he gets really flustered if you ask him about it.
Weird I know.
Normally I, Lance, would strut around the streets with my several awards boasting and sharing my talent with the rest of the world.
If I had awards... that is.
My studio is just how a normal studio would look like. A one way window, you know, the one that you see in those cop shows when you can see the criminal but he can't see you. And a simple barre that we stretch against. The floor was oak wood that was obviously lacquered. And as for the walls, they were a lovely amber, with striped blue and green trim. There was a door on the right wall that led to equipment, and another door at the front of the studio that led to the exit, other studio rooms, and front desk.
Yes, this was a very fancy studio. The only reason I train here, is because of my parents. I never even wanted to dance in the first place. Though I find it entertaining... it's a lot of work. Not only that, but it isn't really my thing. I prefer running my own cafe, or small bakery shop.
"Hey Lance." Shiro takes a large sip of his water bottle, walking over to place his hand on my shoulder. His touch made me shiver. Not because I liked the guy- he is not my type- but because he scared the shit out of me sometimes.
"Y-yeah?" I panted, still exhausted from our work out. Shiro was dressed in a black tank top that made his built up figure pop out. He had basketball shorts on, that weren't really meant for dancing. His hair was a sight to see. Get ready, because this will take a while. His hair was completely under shaved on the sides, and had a charcoal look, then in the center, he had a light grey for a patch. For his tuft of bangs that landed smack dab in the middle of his eyes, they were a milky white. Yeah... a weird hairstyle for sure.
"You need to practice more on Pirouette à la seconde" He takes his hand off my shoulder and gives me a warm smile. "You're rotation is a little sloppy."
I wince at sloppy, but with this guys smile, anything flies past me. He didn't look it, but Shiro also had French blood in him somehow. He had a weird ancestry, and culture, but for some reason, him knowing so much about himself... made me really respect him.
"Thanks Shiro, I'll work on it more. Bonne nuit!" I grin, jog over to my duffel bag, and my dark blue water bottle. My other dance mates were already pulling over their own clothes and such. Most of my other... acquaintances... were male. But one of them happened to be an exception.
And that one happens to be one of my only friends in this studio. Or in school. Or- you get the picture. This little angel's name is Pidge Gunderson.
Yes. Pidge.
Funny name isn't it? He happened to come up with that name because I used to say he was about as annoying as a pigeon, and how he always shits on somebody's day. Of course I say that jokingly. He is... special.
Well anyways, Pidge's name used to be Katie. You all are probably wondering; 'hey! Isn't that a girls name?"
Wowie. Great observation.
Pidge is transgender. Yes shocking, didn't see it coming. Pidge was born a female, then transitioned to male. He didn't have the money for surgery, or doesn't have the money yet. But he does take T, a medicine to help with more male attributes, and also wears a chest binder. Not that Pidge needed it. He was as flat as a board even as a female.
The first time I heard the news, I was so confused. I couldn't even imagine. It just came out of the blue. But now, everything made sense. Pidge was a lot more comfortable now. It made me happy to see him like this.
The other ballet dancers in my class I couldn't even remember their names. It was a small class in general.
Oh, going back to Pidge.
Pidge is a really freaking good dancer. When I say good, I mean. Good. He already had a couple thousand subscribers on YouTube, and posted videos weekly. Normally he dances for fun, and just to improve his already natural talent. But he also uses this as a self confidence boost. Which was extremely unnecessary. If Pidge wasn't already flirting with one of his best friends, I would've been head over heels for him. Even with the gender change, Pidge was gorgeous. But I feel like even if things were to not work out for him and his friend, any relationship between us stronger than besties, would instantly crumble our friendship. It just wouldn't work out.
Speaking of Pidge;
"How's it shakin' bacon?" Pidge says, with a dorky wink. Pidge had large round metal framed glasses, which he was blind without. He couldn't wear them during practice, so he resorted to contacts, which made him look like an alien. He had shaggy light maple hair that sprung up in places you wouldn't imagine, with side bangs, and messy front bangs that were always clipped back for practice.
As for his clothing... it was.. okay I don't want to be rude. Like what you like. But I don't think anyone could pull what Pidge wears off. He wears a a green and white shirt sleeves crop top (which his binder looked like a regular tank top underneath), some really comfortable looking yellow booty shorts, and his dancing shoes.
"What's the deal banana peel?" I answer back, giving him a dorky wink aswell. He had a full baby face, but enough to give him a childish look. His lips were thin, very thin, but a pale blush. His face was cured of past acne, and eyebrows were golden, almost invisible.
"Did you see Connor today? I swore his shorts almost came toppling down. You could see half his ass the way they were sagging." Pidge gossiped, taking a sip of his water, then switching clothes, only his binder and shorts remained.
"I was too busy working on my 'sloppy' pirouettes or whatever they're called."
"Pirouette à la seconde," Pidge corrects, pulling over an a green tee shirt. "They were a little sloppy, but you just need to practice."
"I have been practicing. For four years."
"Doesn't matter how long you've been practicing, it matters how consistent you are. You should tell your parents this isn't your thing, I'm sure if you can really just sit down and have a talk with them they'll understand." As always, Pidge is right. I should just talk to my parents, but I'm too scared I'll disappoint them. They used to be amazing at dancing, until my mom got pregnant with me, and then everything spiraled downhill.
"You know the deal."
"Yeah..." Pidge straightens his shirt, pulling out his turtle neck sweater. He always wore that thing. Always. Didn't matter how hot it was outside. You could almost faint from seeing him in the weather during the summer. But sometimes I can chase him down and force him in a shirt or tank top.
"Do you need a ride to school tomorrow?"
"You bet." He answers with a smile, sliding the sweater on, then swapping his short shorts with cargo shorts. Stuffing all his belongings into the green duffle bag, Pidge swings his bag over his shoulder, popping open the lid to his water bottle, taking in a large sip.
"Thirsty?"
"For Toshio Kageyama." Pidge gives me an eyebrow wiggle and we both share a laugh. Pidge and his anime...
"Sure." I gather my stuff as well, and stand up with Pidge, although, I had to look down in order to meet his face.
"See you in a while crocodile." I lean down to give him a tight hug.
"See you later alligator!" He chirps, walking over to Shiro to discus some ballet news.
I take this beautiful night and decide to walk down to my own house. I nonchalantly walk out of the studio, giving my farewells to the front desk lady, who honestly has the biggest known crush on me. But I mean... who wouldn't!
I push open the the double glass doors, and take in then late night breeze. It was gorgeous. The city lights were pouring into the dark black sky. Billboard signs lit up in the distance. Couples walk down the sidewalk laughing and cuddling. This only makes me feel lonely, wishing to have someone by my side. Especially at this time, I'm almost done with high school, and everyone already has their lover and their life image ahead. All I have are dreams, not plans. I also do nothing as a hobby, so how will I continue successfully?
Zoom!
What the hell was that?! I look over to my right, and life seems to go in slow motion. A motorcycle was riding at top speed, with a driver leaning toward the steering. A black and red bike helmet that covered the face, a red and white leather jacket, black fingerless leather gloves, black jeans, and white and red boots. Lastly, black hair that flowed out behind the helmet, that wasn't so long, but long enough to blow past.
Without thinking, I yell after the rider;
"Watch it!"
I get no reply, except for the revving of the vehicle, quickly disappearing behind a building.
They could've been more polite, but people are people.
I looked at my phone, notifications from several social media glistened on the touch screen. I ignore my notices, then look at the time.
21:30.
Oh crap.

AN: Go read Percy Jackson . _.