Artemis91438

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okay so listen— i’ve been dancing since i was like, what, six? but it was always urban stuff, you know? hip-hop, reggaeton, that kinda vibe. and then i decided to take contemporary ‘cause i wanted to like… change or whatever. biggest mistake-slash-best decision ever ‘cause that’s when i met harper.
          	and bro, harper’s a ballet dancer. like full-on ballerina, graceful as hell, perfect posture, bun tighter than my will to live. and i see her and i’m like “oh fuck. she’s cute.". she’s got that long light brown hair with little blonde bits and these green. Then i found  out she’s american. doesn’t speak spanish. i don’t speak english. well— okay, i write it, but i sound like google translate having a breakdown when i try to say anything. so yeah, i used that as an excuse to not talk to her. for four. fucking. months.
          	we just smiled and waved like awkward penguins. sometimes tried to say “hi” in each other’s language and failed miserably.
          	then the teacher goes, “pair up for contact dance!” and obviously, it’s us. it’s always us ‘cause we’re the youngest in the class. and oh my god, bro, i almost passed out. we had no clue how to talk, the teacher kept saying “connect with your partner,” and i’m like girl i’m trying but my brain’s 
          	Suffering over these green eyes!!
          	then she smiled at me— like really smiled— and i was gone. like, head over heels, no coming back. then she complimented my eyes?? i literally died, saw heaven, and came back mid-dance combo.
          	a few days later, we’re practicing the big choreography and there’s this part where someone has to lift her. she picks me. ME. and obviously i said yes ‘cause i have no self-control and im a simp, and we ended up practicing together a lot after that. and then— okay listen to this— one day she just… looks at me, grabs this little folded paper from her bag, and hands it to me. i open it, and it’s her number. bro. her NUMBER.
          	so we start texting through google translate, which is actually kinda adorable.

GodImSoLonely

That’s so cute wtf
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Artemis91438

this message may be offensive
okay so listen— i’ve been dancing since i was like, what, six? but it was always urban stuff, you know? hip-hop, reggaeton, that kinda vibe. and then i decided to take contemporary ‘cause i wanted to like… change or whatever. biggest mistake-slash-best decision ever ‘cause that’s when i met harper.
          and bro, harper’s a ballet dancer. like full-on ballerina, graceful as hell, perfect posture, bun tighter than my will to live. and i see her and i’m like “oh fuck. she’s cute.". she’s got that long light brown hair with little blonde bits and these green. Then i found  out she’s american. doesn’t speak spanish. i don’t speak english. well— okay, i write it, but i sound like google translate having a breakdown when i try to say anything. so yeah, i used that as an excuse to not talk to her. for four. fucking. months.
          we just smiled and waved like awkward penguins. sometimes tried to say “hi” in each other’s language and failed miserably.
          then the teacher goes, “pair up for contact dance!” and obviously, it’s us. it’s always us ‘cause we’re the youngest in the class. and oh my god, bro, i almost passed out. we had no clue how to talk, the teacher kept saying “connect with your partner,” and i’m like girl i’m trying but my brain’s 
          Suffering over these green eyes!!
          then she smiled at me— like really smiled— and i was gone. like, head over heels, no coming back. then she complimented my eyes?? i literally died, saw heaven, and came back mid-dance combo.
          a few days later, we’re practicing the big choreography and there’s this part where someone has to lift her. she picks me. ME. and obviously i said yes ‘cause i have no self-control and im a simp, and we ended up practicing together a lot after that. and then— okay listen to this— one day she just… looks at me, grabs this little folded paper from her bag, and hands it to me. i open it, and it’s her number. bro. her NUMBER.
          so we start texting through google translate, which is actually kinda adorable.

GodImSoLonely

That’s so cute wtf
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Jungkoobilicious

HELLOOO?  T-T

Artemis91438

@Jungkoobilicious OKAY IM HERE, WHERE SHOULD I START? FROM THE BEGINNING OR FROM WHAT YOU ALREADY KNOW?
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Jungkoobilicious

@Artemis91438 PLEASE START FROM THE BEGINNING, I'M A SUCKER FOR LOVE STORIES
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Artemis91438

@Jungkoobilicious HIII SORRY I WAS BUSY WITH EXAMS, I'LL  TELL YOU EVERYTHING AFTER I GET HOME
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