To build a home. A Ruby Rose One Shot.

Part 2.

The next day I found myself walking through the urban corridor. I was 45 minutes early, as always, because I liked to do my own warm up. So with that much time to spare I told myself that there wasn't any harm in going for a quick look at the urban class. Ruby was rehearsing alone, the music seemed to make the crystals vibrate and she was completely into her own world. The way her body moved hypnotised me immediately.

"You can come in if you want." Her voice took me out of my trance but she kept dancing only to make a turn and look at me with her hands on her hips and a smirk.- I don't have a strict director so if you want to see me dancing... you can come in whenever you want.- I could feel myself blushing but I fighted the embarrassment and walked into the class.

"Do you mind if I do my warm up here till my class starts?" I said leaving my bag on the floor before having the answer.

"Not at all, go ahead." She pushed a button in a remote control and the music started all over again and... I would be lying if I said that watching her dance wasn't distracting me but I did my exercises in my autopilot mode. "Do you know how to do twerk?"

"Excuse me?" I let my leg fall to the floor again into a simple split stretching myself again. She smirked again and walked to me offering me her hand to get up.

"I asked you if you know how to do twerk."

"Well... mmm... kinda, I don't know, It's been a while since I do urban, I just dance like that when I go out to a party or whatever and I don't really go out that much..."

"You don't like parties or..." I felt myself shift uncomfortable knowing the answer.

"My ex didn't like the "club and dance" plan..."

"Oh, boring boyfriend much, right?" I looked at the floor and smiled at her assuming that I was straight.

"Girlfriend." Ruby arched her eyebrows and couldn't hide her smirk.

"Girlfriend" she repeated and then started walking backwards like pondering her next words. "Bisexual?" I rolled my eyes.

"Lesbian" I really caught her off guard with that one and I felt the rage burning inside me.

"Really"

"Some people are gay, Steven*" I said.

"I know, I know, I mean... I don't know" I sighed and rolled my eyes again.

"So what, lesbians can only have shaved hair?"

"I don't have shaved hair" she smirked again with her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants.

"Well... you do have short hair." She pushed some buttons on the control and the music changed.

"C'mon I'll show you some steps."

Ruby teached me a 4 minute choreography in less than 10 and I definatly was out of practice but I surprised myself at the way I recovered the rhythm and the movements of the urban music, much more fast than classic. There was no doubt that my hips didn't move as Ruby's and of course I could match the rhythm of my chest, hips and feet as she could and yes, without a doubt, I couldn't move my butt as she could but I really was having fun remembering my hip hop and urban classes from when I was little.

I decided I was doing ballet at the age of 13, when my teacher told me that I could actually be a professional dancer if I took the dance seriously and worked hard. I was no different from my classmates really except on one thing: my family was poor. And I mean actually poor as in two jobs per parent poor, as in I have to ask my local market for credit to buy food poor. The dance lessons were co-financed by the school so my parents didn't even pay half the price and it was way cheaper than a nanny. They couldn't stay with me in the afternoons since their jobs occupied them for the whole day so me being dancing the whole afternoon with some kids my age seemed to be the best option. The only option actually.

I was used to play with the kids of my neighbourhood on the streets, to fall and to get hurt so I didn't stop when the point shoes started to give us blisters because I liked dancing and if some blisters were the price I had to pay for it so be it. That's when the differences between my classmates and I began. Being good at dancing didn't prevent a scolding from my mom though, when on one of those night she caught me treating my bleeding feet but just then and there she realized how much my relationship with ballet wasn't a kid's hobby anymore. Dancing helped me overcome the frustration and loneliness and it made me feel free and special, it made me forget.

"Ok, the final one, right?" Ruby's voice pushed me out of my thoughts and I nodded with my head so she started the song all over again. I followed her routine the best way I could and when we finished all the steps Ruby closed the space between us and stuck or bodies together, one of her legs between mines. Her body moved again and mine responded automatically, if we were doing that on a bed without clothes... I shook my head to get rid of the though and took some steps back laughing awkwardly.

"Wow, it's actually been a while since I didn't dance urban...Going to a club with you must be an experience..."

"Do you want to go out this Saturday?"

"This Saturday?"

"Yeah, invite Alice and I'll invite my best friend, we'll have fun." She had a look in her eyes that I couldn't decipher.

"I don't know..."

"C'mon you have to take this steps you learned today into practice." She blew her hair out of her face and smiled.

"Well... all right, I'll talk to Alice to see if she can."

*A/N. The "some people are gay, Steven" phrase is from The OA and I use it from time to time so I figured it would be funny to use it here.