Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Dancer // Grayson Dolan

===== (Y/N's P.O.V)

"Subpar. That's the nicest way I can say it. But, I'm not here to be nice to you. So, in light of that, you all suck." The dance teacher sat in a chair and crossed her arms,

"Raise your hand if you want to pursue a career in dance." My hand shot up. The dance teacher analyzed the rest of the class with hands in the air,

"I can honestly say that I am confident only, let's say, 1 of you can make it." She stood up,

"We're going over this until you get the moves perfect or until one of you passes out."

~Grayson's P.O.V~

"Grayson! Can you handle this class?!" I nodded,

"Yes, ma'am." The dance teacher walked forward to talk directly in my face,

"Then act like it." She looked me up and down before moving on to Y/N, the star dancer. Y/N had been dancing in the same teacher's class since she was 5. She circled around her a few times,

"Come on, Y/N, you can do better than that." Y/N took a pause and there was a significant change in her performance. The dance teacher sighed and looked at the clock,

"Class dismissed. Get out." Everyone froze and scrambled. Y/N moved to directly in front of the mirror, continuing to dance while everyone else filed out of the studio. I purposefully hung back, watching as Y/N danced gracefully. I cleared my throat,

"Y/N?" She spun around and faced me,

"Hm?" Her nose wrinkled a bit, probably reflexively. My face went hot,

"Can you, um, help me with the- you know, the, um-" She sighed,

"Sure. I'll help you."

~Grayson's House (Basement)~

"Grayson! Fix your feet." Y/N took a deep breath and walked up to me, readjusting my body. I went through the motions again, expecting her to yell at me. She groaned,

"Have a seat." She scooted over on the couch. I sat a small distance away and felt the relief of my muscles relaxing. I bumped her shoulder lightly,

"You're not rehearsing? Oh wait, you probably know this dance forwards and backwards." I smiled a little. She did the same,

"I'm actually really stressed about it. Like, I literally can't practice right now or I'm gonna break something." I stood,

"Well, you can help me with it, so let's keep going."

~Y/N's P.O.V~

"Okay, Grayson, keep your head up. You keep looking down and that gives off a nervous vibe." He lifted his head a little bit. I groaned, moving in front of him,

"Head up." I lifted his face level with mine. There was a brief moment of intimate eye contact. If our faces were any closer, his eyelashes probably could've brushed my face. It was like the dance didn't even exist anymore. I took a deep breath and pointed at the makeshift mirror set,

"Look yourself in the eye the whole time. Look confident, act confident, gain confidence. Got it?" I refused to let myself get distracted, beginning to practice the routine next to him. He sighed,

"Can't we just take a break?" He grabbed my outstretched hand and spun me, dipping me at the end. Our faces were close again. I felt a new level of anxiety,

"Uhm-"

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