|Four tapping shoes
Author: arisn PM
One boy takes dance classes and meets another with notes in his pockets just for him. Slash.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship - Words: 866 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2785753
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Dev felt very embarrassed there, sitting in a corner with one show tied up and the other half way on his foot . Everybody seemed to know what they were doing, going around the floor like professionals, twirling and tapping their feet to the rhythm of the current song. Dev, he was forced there by his mom. "All the girls like guys who know their ways around a dance floor," she had said as she dumped him there ten minutes ago. It was too bad for Dev that she still didn't understand that he didn't swing that way.
He decided to bend over and finish putting on his shoe. There really was no point though, the dancing class was pointless because nobody seemed to be a beginner like him, he would never be able to keep up. He would never get a chance to keep up either because as soon as the instructor had said to pair up, they all scooted as far away from Dev as they could.
Feeling stupid and just about ready to give up, Dev felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking up he met a pair of bright hazel colored eyes set in a handsome face.
"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner for dancing. I'm really not that good and nobody wanted to be my partner." The boy said, offering Dev his hand. Nodding mutely Dev took the hand and was led to the dance floor.
Seeing as it was a classical dance class, the song changed and the instructor informed them to do a waltz. She stopped the song just long enough to show them the basic steps and then restarted the song.
Getting into the starting pose, the boy introduced himself to Dev. "My names Garrett by the way. what's yours?" He asked as they started to dance. "Devin, but most people call me Dev." He said as he tried to avoid stepping on Garrett's toes. "A lovely name for a lovely boy." Garret whispered in his ear and Dev felt himself flush hotly.
They made it through the song without too much toe stomping, and a lot more conversation. Then all of a sudden one song turned into two and two into three.
"You know Dev, you're a pretty good dancer. I think we should do this again sometime. Maybe meet up some where else to hang out."
"I'd like that Garrett, I like you, you're a great person." Dev said timidly ducking his head down. Garrett beamed and stepped away tucking something discretely into Dev's pant pocket.
"See you next week same time for the next dance session." Garret said walking away, to greet the people Dev presumed were his parents.
Three weeks passed and the two boys got pretty friendly with each other, talking and laughing, and if they held onto each other a little long after each dance, nobody felt the need to comment.
And every week Garrett would slip a piece of paper into Dev's pant pocket. Dev in turn would smile knowingly and nod his head.
They'd meet up every day after school and found out their schools were only a few blocks away from each other. This made it easy to find each other to have lunch together at lunch period.
One Saturday night three months after they had initially met, Dev was sitting in his bed and decided that tonight he was going to confess. Calling him up, he told him where they would meet and hung up.
He knew this was ridiculous, why would somebody he's only known a few months want to go out with him. And yet there were the notes saying stuff about Garrett, little tid bits of information, or complimenting Dev. The very first note it asked if Dev wanted to go to a ice cream parlour for the very next day and had a phone number for confirmation. He'd of course accepted.
Garrett was sitting on a swing in the park, waiting for Dev only illuminated by moonlight. If Dev's breath caught in his throat at the heavenly sight he paid it little mind; he was used to his breath catching around Garrett.
Standing in front of the boy, Dev extended his hand towards him. "Want to dance?"
Their dance was graceful and slow, each savoring the moment. S Dev was about to confess his feelings for the boys in front of him, he felt a paper being pushed into his pocket.
Go out with me? Was all the note read.
The answer Garrett got was hands tangling in his hair and lips on his own.
Their dance dwindles down until only their feet were tapping slowly against the ground.
Not quite how I wanted it to turn out, but these boys make my heart happy. Garrett is a weird one, but he writes notes because he gets nervous. And the first note was given to Dev after being stared at for numerous minutes by Garrett so no it isn't weird he had a piece of paper with an invite to an ice cream parlour.