Waltzing - Style - one shot

Waltzing

"Kyle! Hey Kyle!"

I turn around to a noirette jogging towards me in the mist of wet, shiny, twirling, snow. His hat being the two solid colors of blue and red which could barely be seen with the shower of frozen water on the top. The snow particles tangled up in the puffball that laid directly above him, much like a halo. His hat surprisingly goes well with his brown coat. Said coat had bleach stains spattered around the shoulders, along with some of the snow's salt stuck to the arms. The friend of mine slows down to me.

"Kyle I need your help."

"What for?"

"I need to learn how to do the waltz."

I kick the floor with the tip of my foot awkwardly. This is getting annoying now. First he changes his wardrobe, then he tries to bleach his hair, now this?

"What makes you assume I know how to do the waltz?"

"I don't know, you have a pretty feminine... everything."

"How flattering," I huff.

"Oh come on Kyle, please!"

"I didn't say I know how to do it! Do you remember 'Getting Gay With Kids' in fourth grade?"

"Please!"

"I made a fool of myself!"

"Kyyyyllllllle!"

"Fine! Jesus Christ!"

Yes, I know how to do the waltz. It was  one of my many attempts to get a better rhythm. It did work a bit. Just a bit though.

Stan clapped his hands together in excitement. "Terrific, we'll get to it tonight!"

I looked at Stan with confusion, though he didn't notice because he started walking. I followed him by the bee line eventually walking next to him. I thought aloud.

"Why tonight?"

"Because the school dance is next week and I need to know this." I rolled my eyes.

And there's the reason for my friends annoyance, to impress Wendy. Wendy being the girl Stan has been trying to get to sense fifth grade. They did date in third and fourth grade, but Wendy broke it off to be with Token... again. So at one point they just stopped getting together. But I guess Stan never moved on.

"Stan, come on, you know that-" but I couldn't finish my statement because Stan started bolting to his car. I sigh and run over to the sucker unlocking the drivers door. I walk over to the passengers door and open it once Stan unlocked the car. We both have been riding in each other's cars home since I had gotten my license. It's become a daily thing, a sign of friendship and respect, I guess.

"When are we going?"

"Right after we get a snack. McDonalds?"

"Uhm, sure? Let me text my mom though, you know how she overreacts."

"Oh god yeah, sorry for last Friday."

"You better fucking be."

I text my mom I'm going to be out tonight with Stan and she says it's cool. And Stan got us to McDonalds. After that, we drove out to a small building where we just waltzed, no pun intended, in with no interruptions. It seemed abandoned, having cobwebs and sheets over furniture. But it was all lit up from the windows all around the main room, none of which were cracked or shown a sign of intrusion. Everything was well put together for how spider infested the place appeared to be. Not one spot of graffiti or chair tipped over. It was quite peaceful for South Park, and that's usually disturbing in a way. But not here, it was warm and out of sight from the public.