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Dance teacher - two-bit

So two-bit's little sister does a ballet class you teach and he picks her up one day and meets you

What does a degree in performing arts get you ladies and gentleman?

A mediocre job as a dance teacher in the middle of oklahoma.

Don't get me wrong, I love all the little kids I teach, but I could just do so much more. I've expressed this to my friends and family, but they think dance teacher is a suitable job for me.

"Alright, everyone. Please go to the bar for warmups! We're learning a new routine today so please be ready!"

"Ok miss y/n!"

My heart melts every time I hear them say my name. I watch as all the kids line up at the bar as I begin to lead them through the warmups.

"Toes pointed, Katie!"

"Sorry!"

I smiled at the little girl who quickly fixed her form.

"Claire, smile!"

"Why miss y/n? it's just practice."

"Well, yes, but aren't you happy?"

She gasped.

"Yes!! I'm happy all the time!"

"Then give me a big smile then!"

She faced away from the bar and grinned brightly at me.

"Perfect! Now keep warming up your kicks."

"Yes miss y/n!"

Claire was about 7 years old. I hate picking favorites when it comes to kids, but she's so cute and so sweet to the other girls.

"Ok, everyone. Please get in a line facing me."

I went to the record player and spun a song.

"There will be two groups for this routine," I watched as some of the girls clung onto each other because they wanted to be in the same group.

"And I already made the groups, so if I call your name please join me over here."

I showed them the full routine, and after having fun for a little while class was almost over so it was time to stretch and relax.

"Alright, girls. What was your favorite part of class today?"

A clash of different voices all spoke over each other. We sang a song (idk what little kids do in ballet class) and finally the girls were ready to leave.

I followed them out to the waiting room, watching them all run out to their parents excitedly. I didn't even notice Claire until she began tugging on my shirt.

"Miss y/n! Miss y/n!"

"What is it, Claire?"

"I want you to meet my big brother!"

"Huh? oh that's-"

"Claire? We have to go now."

A tall man with greased blonde hair cut in.

"Keith!"

Claire said excitedly, jumping into his arms.

"Two-bit,"

he said, extending out an arm. I shook his hand, still a little confused.

"Great to meet you."

"Y/n."

"Claire, why don't you go wait in the car for a few minutes ok?"

"But Keeeeith!"

"No buts about it, monkey."

Claire sighed dramatically and stomped outside.

"She's really something else, huh?" I asked. Two-bit nodded his head. 

"She's always been like that. A real sweetheart, though."

"Claire is actually one of my favorite students. She picks up the choreo really fast."

"She practices all the time. She waltzes through the house like it's her personal business."

I laughed along with him, he was really funny. Like suspiciously funny.

"Well Two-bit, I think you've kept Claire waiting long enough. I wouldn't want her to be upset at you because of me."

"Oh, she's fine. 'Sides, I ain't leaving here without your number anyways."

Flustered by his abruptness, I 'ok'ed him and wrote down my phone number on a random flyer. He took it and gently shoved it into his pocket.

"Well, Two-bit, I'll expect a call from you later then."

"u-uh, yeah. I'll be around this weekend too, if you're interested."

"Oh, I'm teaching this weekend, but I'm sure there'll be time after. That way you won't see me in these sweaty clothes."

"Oh, that don't matter. I think you'll look gorgeous either way."

"I'm flattered," I laughed.

"You should really get going, though. My next class starts soon."

"Ok, I'll get out of your hair. I'll see you around, y/n."

I haven't heard someone say just my name in a while. Feels kinda special.

"You, too, Two-bit."

He walked out of the studio, hands in pocket and head held high. I exhaled and shook my head, walking back into my room for the next class.

his pov

As soon as claire saw me, she immediately got excited.

"Are you and miss y/n in love??"

"Not yet,"

I said, starting the car.

"Not yet.