1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Ballerina(37)✳

Word count:2044

(Ok there's a song that Alex plays later on called Le Onde and its my favorite piece of classical music. Its the attachment so you should listen to it.)

Alex's POV

"Hey Alex can you;" Jenny asks but I cut her off with a quick no.

"Alex don't be rude." My dad says and I roll my eyes.

"You're so right. Hell fuck no." I tell her and my dad slaps me in the back of my head.

"Go to the market and get a gallon of milk." My dad says and I groan.

"Can't I got kicked out. Remember. If I come within fifteen hundred feet I'll be arrested on sight." I tell him reminding him of the last time I was sent to the market.

"Well the cars having engine trouble. So I could go but I'm taking your bike." He says grabbing my keys off the hook.

"I'll find a new market." I say getting up and grabbing my keys from him.

I frown getting on my black Harley. I had to sell an arm, a leg, two kidneys and a spleen for this. And there's no way I was gonna let anyone look at my precious.

I drive down some random side street. Heading in the direction of the main road. Only to stop at a ran down shop that was more equiped to be a corner store then a market.

But I got in grab a gallon of dusty milk and walk out.

"Sir. You have to pay for that." A guy says and I simply flip him off.

I mean what do you expect he didn't give me any money and it wasn't coming out of my pocket.

I start my bike again heading home.

Only this time I keep on the main road.

I'm driving for about three minutes before I'm stopped at a red light only to look over.

There was a guy. in the window of a small shop. Dancing.

He spun is circles and circles in a bright pink tutu. He then stops in front of the window. Looking directly at me. His blue eyes shining even from the distance.

He smiles at me and my heart flutters. I smile back raising my hand slightly in a sad attempt to wave my hand.

He returns it and I smile a little more.

Suddenly someone honks and I notice the light had turned green.

"Fuck." I say out loud and he laughs.

With that I leave.

I arrive home dropping the milk on the table before rushing back out.

I nearly got 110 attempting to make it back and once I do I hit the brakes so hard I burn rubber.

I rush to the wide window I had seen him in and once again he's spinning. Only now he's doing it with only one leg like how ballerinas do it.

His eyes are closed and I doubt he noticed me. But up close I could see all of his details.

His full blonde hair. His long eyelashes him pale skin and his thin figure.

Who wore a nude leotard and sweated but he didn't look winded at all.

When he finally stops he collapses to the floor like you'd expected him too.

He looks up and looks shocked at the sight of me before smiling.

I take a deep breath. I had seemed like an idiot at our first meeting but the initial shock of seeing him had wore off and now I was ready to give my best first impression.