[Kaycee]
I chugged the bottle of water in front of me like my life was depending on it. Sean was still in the middle of the dance floor, trying to put the end of the choreography together, but met my eyes in the mirror when he heard my shameless gulps.
"Woah, easy there" He grinned exposing his dimples, taking a break himself.
He paused the music and sat crisscrossed with a concentrated look on his face, probably thinking about some possible next moves. The way his mind and creativity worked never ceases to amaze me.
The bags under his eyes were almost gone, he's been home for a week now. It was my turn to be tired today. I had rehearsals all day, helping Tricia prepare some combos for her upcoming european tour. When I got Sean's invitation to come over and help him out with a feedback on a piece he was working on I couldn't say no. The way he cherished and listened to my opinions was heartwarming. Although I never really understood why, I knew my approval was important to him.
I gave my legs a well deserved break and layed on the floor, feeling my body getting numb from too much effort. I unlocked my phone and scrolled bored on the explore page on Instagram. The thing that caught my eye was an old dance class video of me and Sean to "Lost in Japan". I frowned, locked my phone and let it fall on my chest. The response on that video was one of the main reasons I started pushing myself harder. I didn't let the critics regarding the lack of freestyle affect me, but they certainly worked as motivation.
"I think we should stop for today. You look like you're about to faint and I'm out of ideas." I looked at Sean who was just getting up and turned off his laptop.
"Wait" I rushed myself up as he turned his attention to me.
"You know how I've been really trying to improve my freestyle." It wasn't a question, rather a statement, but he nodded and listened closely. "How about we try doing that together ? You know it's totally different with a partner" I said quickly, feeling myself blush for no reason.
He smiled widely, put his laptop down and responded with a casual "Sure".
"Any particular song you have in mind ?" he inquired, scrolling through his spotify playlist. I shook my head and let him choose the song. He had better taste in music anyways.
I walked in the middle of the dance floor set up in his garage and closed my eyes, ready to let the song take control over me. I discovered that was the main secret of freestyling. Think less, feel more.
[Sean]
I played a rather slower song, the beats blasting through the speakers, setting a certain mood in the whole room. I saw her standing still, subconsciously feeling the rhythm with her fingers moving against her thigh, hitting every note.
I smiled to myself and took a step closer to her. She kept her eyes shut, but I noticed a slight shiver running though her body as I stopped behind her. Not close enough to touch her, just enough to feel a knot in the pit of my stomach. I exhaled deeply and took in the sensation. It was like oxygen to me. Always craving more and coming back to it.
I extended my arm towards her at the same time she started chest popping, complementing her moves.
She suddenly opened her eyes and met my gaze. Her stare was so sharp and focused, I wasn't even sure she was looking at or through me. I closed the distance between us and grabbed each of her hands on two consecutive beats, maintaining the eye contact.
She did a simple spin, still holding onto me and crossed our intertwined hands between us. I pulled her in abruptly, but dodged before she would bump into me so she landed on her knees for a dramatic effect. I did a spin in the air, as she crawled away, matching the angst and sorrow of the lyrics. I slided on my knees beside her and roughly grabbed her leg, bringing her closer.
She was looking down, her straightened hair covering her face, breathing heavily. I gently put my hands on both sides of her head like it was the most fragile thing and touched my forehead with hers. The music died down, leaving us on the floor panting hard, not daring to move.
Without moving an inch back, I pushed the hair out of her face with my fingertips and tucked them behind her ears. I kept my hands close, placing them lightly around her neck and collarbones. My touch so soft it tickled her.
Her giggles brought me back to reality and I finally backed away and stood up. I extended a hand and helped her up too.
"That was something" I grinned satisfied by the way we were able to create together. The ethereal form dance takes when bodied by the two of us, always in sync.
She shrugged and started stretching, flexing her sore limbs. "We still need to work on that".
"Or me at least" she added almost inaudibly, but I caught it and my head jerked disapprovingly in her direction.
"You must be kidding me" I rolled my eyes exasperated. I was faced with silence. She finished stretching and started gathering her things from the garage completely ignoring my words.
We had this conversation over and over again. She just couldn't wrap her head around the idea that she's been slaying her freestyles lately. Hard work pays off and she's a leading example for that. The fact that she was still insecure about it was absurd.
"You can't surpass perfection, Kayc" I started off softly, following her moves as she was still packing up her things.
"Please don't start again. Forget I said anything." She pleaded tiredly.
I listened to her request and kept my mouth shut. I wish I could find a way to prove how brilliant she really was. Her confidence was usually alluring and little moments like this just pissed me off.
As we were getting out of the garage I grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. Her whole face brightened up with a smile and raised her clenched fingers asking for a fist bump.
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[Author's note]
(DJ Khaled's voice) Another one. My plan is to try and post every 2 days, but like I said, commitments like this are hard for me to keep. I try my best tho'. Lots of love and I hope you enjoy it ! Leave any suggestions or opinions in the comments or just DM me if you wanna talk or rant about stuff. See ya !
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(im)patience
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