"Well," Popee said and put an arm on my shoulder as I sat on his mattress. "You wanna get to work?" He looked over at me with a smile that I returned back. "Of course," I said and stood up. "What are you gonna teach me first?" My smile grew at every word while he looked at me eagerly.
"We will start with something simple. Like basic flips and balance," He said and pulled me up from his mattress. "but first, we need to get out of this tight tent." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the tent. "Juggling is also a basic skill, but if you-" I cut him off by putting my wounded hand in front of him.
"This," I nodded my head to the wound, "is from juggling with knives. The same thing most people would be too scared to touch after that kind of accident. I want to learn. I'll do anything to learn this. Teach me everything you know. Please." He sighed. "Of course. I'm just gonna have to tell you, you are going to get hurt. Everyone does." Then he pointed ahead of us.
"Well, tell me what you know, and we can learn off of it."
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"Your back needs to be straighter." He gave me a kind smile with these words as he pushed a dark blue inclined mat. "You also need to land into a bridge."
"Okay. You're gonna help me, right?" I said, sand being pushed into my fingernails and deep into my scalp as I laid in the hot, open sand. "I am your coach," He said and walked over to me. "I'm of course gonna help you!" He laughed and reached for my hand. I grabbed it and pulled my self up.
"You're good for having to hide it all your life." He smiled and brushed his hand through my hair, pushing the rough sand out slowly. "Cartwheel, handstand, round-off, bridge; basic tumbling." He looked down then back up. "Let's began." He smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the inclined mat.
"Put the tips of your fingers to the mat," He said and stood behind me. I leaned down and touched the edge of the mat. "Do a handstand." He commanded next as I pushed my legs up. Once my legs were straight, he grabbed my ankles and kept me straight up. "I'm going to count to ten, then I will carry you into a bridge." He said and began to count out loud.
"...1. Okay, are you ready?" He asked and put one hand on my back and another on my stomach. "...Yes..." I whispered. "Okay, let's began." He gently pushed my stomach down, leading me to the correct position, commanding me to position my feet and bend more at my wrists. "Good." I heard him whisper as he set me into the position. He slipped his hands away. "Keep balance." He whispered again, just loud enough for me to hear. "I'm going to count to ten. When I get to one, let down." He said and began to count.
I closed my eyes as I listened to his voice and my heart pound as I remained balanced. He counted slowly, once every three seconds. "...2...1...drop." He said and I fell slowly, opening my eyes and laying on the combination of mat and sand. "Great." He smiled from above me.
"Your other tumbling skills are good. I can teach you more advanced things with flips and jumps as we carry on." He said and offered his hand, pulling me up. "Thank you, Popee. I'm going to say thank you so many times, you're gonna have to know I mean it." I laughed and returned a smile.
"Well, thank you for not hating me."
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Popee x Reader - Running From Scars
Fanfic(Female Reader) Yes, the girl may have got her first scar at the circus, and yes, that made her parents hate the circus they took her to at the young age and almost ever circus in general, but the girl had a dream. The moment she saw the boy, she kn...
