Opposites Attracks
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Last published Fri, Jan 30, 2015
''Are you gonna make fun of me?''
''No. Why woud I?''
''Your type seems to do it all the time.''
''My type?'' He chuckled. ''My type knows nothing. I couldn't do half of the things you do even I practiced for years. Neither could they.''
And in that moment he knew there was something different about him.
A/N: Hiii!! I should let you all know that english is not my first language though I will try my best to write it correctly. I hope you enjoy it. Since I'm a dancer I thought why not? It would be cute , right? At least I thought so ^^ Writing chapters might take a while because I need to do researches about ballet so I can write correct things without sounding dumb! If I decide to write anything triggering I will warn you before the chapter! No worries. Lots of love!!
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