Kisses | Reddie

twentysix ☆ my little ballerina

by: dizzypolariods on wattpad (all credit goes to this amazing author)

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Richie's PoV

Him. He was the one. I just knew it.

As soon as I saw him start dancing, I knew. He was so delicate. Yet, swift and quick. His dancing mesmerized me.

I must know who this stranger is. I must know every corner of their mind. I must see their beauty once more.

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My sister was a dancer and was chosen to have a part in the Nutcracker this year. I was honestly proud of her, so I went to cheer her on. She was just 12, but was already so talented.

The snow was light and came down slowly as we walked into the auditorium of the high school. I took my pointer finger out of my over-sized sleeve of my coat to see if a snowflake would land on it. I felt one kiss over the skin on my fingertip. Cold. 

My mom and dad and I finally found nice seats in the auditorium, and waited to see the dancers come on stage.

The lights turned off and only a large spotlight with dancers in it could be seen. It was all beautiful girls with soft, white dresses. But, there was another person. Not a beautiful girl.

A beautiful boy.

He wore clean, white tights and a bright red, soldier button up. The shirt was laced with gold and looked amazing on him. He was fairly tan with warm, brown hair that was slightly curly.

I kept my eyes on him the whole time, everything about him seemed so beautiful; especially his dancing.He moved smoothly and gracefully. It was as if he was made perfectly to do these moves.

I fell out of my trace when I realized that the show was actually over. Those 2 hours felt like only 5 minutes.

I rushed out of the auditorium to find the dressing rooms. I had to find this boy. I had to.

I finally found the men's dressing room, and I knocked on the door. The door opened and right in front of me stood the boy. Shirtless.

I was at a loss for words, and I could feel my cheeks heating up and blushing. But then, he spoke. His voice was the breaking point, it felt as if I was just turning into a puddle.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, I..um. I-I-I got you, um, flowers. You-you were... uh, the best dancer," I answered. God, I sounded so stupid.

"Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you," he said as he leaned up to kiss my cheek. The kiss was so simple, so small, but made everything go fuzzy and melt together. Warm.

I was too in shock to move or speak, so the boy guided me into the dressing room. I sat on the small couch, and the boy sat right next to me.

"My name is Eddie, by the way," he said.

"Mine's Richie," I spoke, finally calm and comfortable.

"So, Richie, did you like the show?" Eddie asked.

"Yes, it was beautiful. You were beautiful," I said, not meaning to say the last part.

"Awwe, thank you," he said, as he leaned more on me.

I wrapped my arms around him and sat him on my thighs, facing me. It felt perfect and I just wanted to keep him there forever.

I looked up at him and held his face in my hands. He was even more beautiful up close. You could see his light freckles that laid across his cheeks, his soft brown eyes, his perfect, kissable lips.

Without even thinking, I began to leave in. Eddie did the same 'till our lips were only a few centimeters apart.

"May I?" I asked.

I felt him nod his head. I closed the space that was between our lips, and started moving mine. We moved together perfectly. He moved his hands and ran them through my hair as I pulled his waist closer. The kiss was so passionate, and the both of us loved it.

We came apart after 2 minutes, since the both of us were so out of breath. I looked at Eddie, and his lips were now red and more plump. I couldn't believe that I did that.

"Your parents are probably looking for you," Eddie spoke up.

"You're right!" I said, moving Eddie so I could get up.

I quickly wrote my number on a napkin in his room, and told him to call me. I kissed him one last time before I left him.

"Goodbye Eddie," I said before I went out the door.

"Goodbye, Richie," he said.

I quickly walked to the exit of the school, and saw my whole family standing there, waiting for me. I walked over to them, and we left.

That night, I spoke to that boy on the phone 'till I was too tired to even speak. As time went by, we learned more and more about each other. We started to like each other even more. We started to hang out and do almost everything together. We became best friends. But more importantly, boyfriends. We loved each other so much, and we had fallen so hard for each other.

He was my little ballerina and I loved him