Our Love || TinCan

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TIN POV

    "What do you think?" I heard Spite's voice from behind me and turned around. Her and M were standing on either side of Can, who looked like a Greek God.

    He was wearing a flowing white shirt with the arms rolled up because they were probably a little too long for him. It was made out of a thin material so it was guaranteed to keep him cool. He was wearing just casual black pants, but on him he made them look like everyday wear for a model. His skin was glowing in the light hung up around the yard. I could tell that I wasn't the only one looking at him. It was like he was Cinderella.

    "You look good." Pete said from behind me. I almost mistook it for my voice and had a heart attack that I said it out loud. Not that it would have mattered. Can and I were friends. I could tell him he looked good.

    "Thanks." Can said shyly looking down. His cheeks and ears became tinted a light red color.

    "Oh my god!" M said smiling wide. "I love this song." I know I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith was playing over the speakers. "Dance with me Can?" She asked. He shrugged and they walked to the dance floor together.

    M wrapped her arms around Can's neck and his hands went to her waist and they began slow dancing. I don't know why, but something inside me didn't want to look at them much longer. I looked away from them and sat down next to Pete, but Pete immediately stood up.

    "Wanna dance?" He asked Ae. Ae nodded and grabbed Pete's hand and lead him to the dance floor.

    "If you wanna ask him, then just ask him." Pete's mom said sliding over to me. I looked at her and laughed.

    "Ask who what?" She sighed deeply.

    "Ask Can to dance." I laughed and shook my head.

    "What? I don't want to ask him to dance. And besides, I don't even know who to dance." I said trying to laugh it off. Okay, maybe I did, a little. Only a little. And I didn't even know why.

    "Just go ask him. It's really not that hard. I mean, look at Pete. He was so quiet and shy and now look at him. Ae brought something out in him. Maybe Can will do the same for you." She said shrugging and getting up to get a drink.

    I don't know what came over me or what pushed me to do it, but I was standing up and walking to the dance floor, towards M and Can. They looked good. Well, Can did. He was dressed to kill. They were right when they said they said they had good fashion sense.

    "Can." I said stopping them from dancing. He stopped and looked up at me with a smile on his face. I tried to push the words out but they wouldn't leave the confinements of my throat.

    "Yes?" He asked when I didn't say anything for a few moments.

    "Pete's mom asked me to stay afterward to help clean. I hope that's okay." I lied straight through my teeth. I tried to ask him to dance, but it wouldn't come out, and maybe that was good. I didn't even really want to or know how.

    "Sure. I don't mind." He said. I nodded and the song ended. I didn't say anything and walked back to my seat. As I was walking back Pete's mom was shaking her head.

    "That was a wreck." She said laughing before everyone came back to where we were, not letting me reply.

    The rest of the night I tried to avoid thinking about dancing with Can. (something I didn't want to do.) I may have tried to avoid him as well. I just mingled with others. And it's not like I would have had any time to talk to Can because M and Sprite had practically taken him over.

    Around one the party had ended and we were cleaning up. Because I had lied to Can, I was stuck cleaning instead of in my bed sleeping. Why couldn't I just ask a simple question? We would have said no, anyway.

    "Why didn't you get out on the dance floor?" Can asked nudging my arm a little bit. I smiled and shook my head.

    "I don't know how to dance." I admitted. He laughed.

    "What about slow dancing?" He asked. I shook my head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide.

    "You don't know how to slow dance?" I shook my head. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the dance floor. He ran over the DJ station and plugged his phone into the AUX cord. He ran back and smiled up at me. A song started playing over the speakers.

    "What are you doing?" I asked. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

    "I'm gonna teach you how to slow dance." He said. I stepped back a little.

    "That's okay." I said turning around. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

    "Put your hands on my waist." He said quietly. Even though he's shorter than me, it wasn't by much, so, we were practically. I nodded and obeyed. "Not so hard." He said bringing his smile back. Can wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close.

    "Is this okay?" I asked quietly. He nodded and smiled again.

    "When you're dancing with your partner you have to be close." When Can spoke it was quiet. "You have practically no personal space, especially if you're slow dancing." He said pulling me closer. "Wrap your hands around my waist more." I obeyed.

    He was pressed against my chest and I know that he could feel my heartbeat. It was beating erratically and I felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. It was because he was so close. I didn't even know that I would have this reaction. What is this reaction?

    "Then you begin to sway slowly." He said swaying back and forth. I did the same. "This isn't the most formal way, but it's personal." Can whispered.

    He was right. It was personal and intimate. And, even though I didn't like being close to people, I didn't want to move from this position.