Papercuts || Klance AU

II - Letters from Garrison Academy

Dear Keith,

Wow. I have never read such an angry yet intriguing letter. I admire your spunk, I really do. Also, about the thing you said about the letters jumbling and bouncing whenever you try to read - my sister Veronica is dyslexic, too. I asked her what the best font for dyslexic people to read and she showed me. Even though its more of serif-y font, I'll try and make my handwriting match it. Let me know if it's getting too scrawly, ok?

I always find it amusing when someone calls me "posh" or "stuck up" because anyone who knows me for all of fifteen minutes can tell that I am very, very far from it. (Though I suppose you don't want to get to know me, do you?)

To prove to you that I am neither posh nor stuck up, I'm asking now the two people who know me the best, Hunk and Katie...

Hunk and Katie are now laughing like it's the funniest thing they've ever heard. It's been a full three minutes and they still haven't stopped. Tears are rolling down Katie's round freckled face, and Hunk is slamming the lunch table, where we're sat, with his fist. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY. I need better friends, Keith, I really do. Matt sounds like a good guy, maybe we could trade? A two for one deal you can't possibly pass up!

It doesn't look like they're going to stop laughing any time soon, and people are starting to look over at our table. It's time to take things into my own hands. Wish me luck...

...Ok, I'm writing this part half an hour later in Principal Iverson's office waiting room. You might be wondering what happened between when I wrote the last paragraph and now, and you know what? I'm not going to tell you.

Just kidding, I'll totally tell you.

Ever since it came out last year, there's been a very serious rule amongst the three of us that Hunk and Katie enforced with an iron fist - no playing Despacito under any circumstances, ever. There's something about this song that just makes me want to dance. I'm a very dancy person already, Keith, but Despacito takes me onto a whole new plane of dancing existence - "dancistance" if you will. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be able to appreciate my talent and are always horrifically embarrassed whenever I start doing this, especially in public situations.

So, whilst Katie and Hunk were laughing, I started playing it on my phone, through my Bluetooth speaker which I always have with me at all times for dance-related emergencies (it looks like a blue lion, in case you were wondering. The wide-open mouth is where the speaker is). I had the volume on 1, at first, so that they couldn't hear it over their relentless giggles, but slowly I inched the sound up. When it got to about half way I stood up on the bench. Noticing the tune for the first time (I got twenty seconds in - a new record), the color drained instantly from my friends' faces. Their eyes widened and they squealed out feeble protests like "Lance, no!" and "Think about what you're doing!", but it was too late. The music had consumed me. The volume was on full and I was on the table, dancing and singing along, moving my body like liquid gold in time to the beat.

The entire lunchroom went silent as everyone stared at me.

There's something you should probably know at this point, Keith, and that is that I can speak fluent Spanish. On top of this, my mother's a Flamenco teacher, and my father is a voice trainer, so I was in my element with this song.

"Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote / Tengo que bailar contigo hoy / Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome / Muéstrame el camino que yo voy!"

By the time I got to the first rap halfway through the song, the entire lunchroom was clapping along in time, enraptured. This, of course, alerted the teachers who were milling about in the teachers' lounge next to the cafeteria, who poked their head in to see what all the noise was about. They instantly came rushing over and tried to get me down from my table-stage, glaring angrily at the lunch ladies who had made no effort to stop my show. But once I start dancing, nothing can get in my way. As one grabbed for me, I leapt from our table to the one next to us. This continued for at least six or seven more tables - and I hasten to clarify that I did not even once stop singing and dancing while the chase was happening.