I found this earlier... It wasn't too bad to put up as my first story. :) Please read and review!

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Is it possible for a person to be so perfect?

"G-Go away," I whispered with flushed cheeks.

"What's wrong?" he asked me with genuine concern in his artless brown eyes.

"You're in the way," I answered spitefully as I headed for the black boom box at the front of our empty dance studio.

"Come on… I can help you practice!"

"You?"

I scanned him bottom to top. How in the hell did he expect to help? He was a klutz in every sense of the word. What with his disheveled hair concealed by that dark blue beanie with the little fuzzy ball on top, or the beat up white tank and gray sweat pants he was so carelessly dressed in. And not to forget those huge, black-rimmed glasses he wore that completely overpowered his small features. Who would want help from a boy that clueless?

"You know you want my help!" he exclaimed more persistently.

"How do you think you can help?"

"I can show you a few moves," he said with a slight smirk.

"What? Show me some dance moves? You're kidding."

How could I believe that? He was a natural born klutz. He was the type to trip even if nothing was at his feet. The type that dropped things even when they were secured in his hands. The type of guy that spilled so much food on himself that he should be forced to wear a bib in public. I knew him, and there was no way he could dance without stumbling over his own two feet.

"Turn on the music," he ordered more seriously.

With a sigh, I tapped the play button with my index finger and fell back against the wall sized mirror, arms crossed and intently watching his so-called "dance moves."

"You ready?" he called out as the music gradually escalated in volume.

"Go for it," I said back almost apathetically.

Then, a bout of power and confidence surged from his body as he sharply executed each dance move I'd been avidly working on for hours—literally hours. I'd been here since three p.m. and practiced almost nonstop until now. It was two a.m. Within one minute, he was dancing better I had the entire day.

"What the…" I murmured to myself as he whipped out every pop and lock, every chest thrust, every body-wave with the utmost precision and control. He even had the perfect expression to go with it—that smirk that said "I'm sexy." That smirk that exuded confidence in every move he made. I was dumbfounded. He was a natural born klutz… who could dance like a god.

And at the end of those three minutes, he topped it off with a backflip on the last beat, just to bother me.

"How was that?" he asked me excitedly as he flashed a perfect white smile.

With warm cheeks, I muttered, "Great, Kentaro…"

"Hm?" He must have been surprised that I called him by his full name. I usually shortened him down to "Taro", but I was too confused to pay attention to what I was saying. How could he be so good? I was ashamed that he'd beaten me so quickly, but nevertheless, I still had to acknowledge his abilities.

"It was…amazing," I whispered a bit more embarrassedly.

"Really?" he exclaimed with wide, bright eyes.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?"

I averted his gaze. I averted his entire person to be exact; I couldn't bear to look at him. He was dripping with fresh sweat that seeped into his tank and showed off the muscles on his chest and back that he'd hidden from me before. Well, not exactly hidden, I suppose. He was wearing a tank top. I just simply refused to acknowledge any existence of muscle on my klutz of a friend. But if I would acknowledge it, his muscles would be… pleasantly defined.

"I've been learning as I watched you," he admitted sheepishly.

"You learned from me? But then how did you get so much…"

"Better?"

"Shut up."

He simply laughed and smiled like the fool he was, and curious, I glanced over and found myself smiling at him. His eyes curled in its own little eye smile; his cheekbones rose as his luscious lips spread out from ear to ear to reveal his pearl-white teeth. When he laughed, there was some sort of purity that drew people in. It couldn't be explained, nor taught. It was just there, and he was the only one who could smile that way.

"Surprised, right?" he questioned as his laughter calmed.

"Y-Yeah…" I said, my face burning up as though flames had encircled me.

"What's wrong?"

He quickly shuffled his feet towards me and inspected my bright red cheeks.

"Do you have a fever? Are you sick?" he asked, almost panicked.

"I-I'm fine…"

"No you're not! Here."

He pressed one palm against my forehead and the other against his. My face almost blanched white from nervousness as I watched his eyes stain with concern over me.

"You're too warm! You've got to have a fever. Come on, let's—"

"No… I'm fine," I told him, almost too calmly.

"Listen to me!"

"No!"

A long moment of silence followed. I watched him, with great resolution in his eyes, slowly pull off his thick-rimmed glasses and knitted beanie and set them on the floor below us.

"W-What's wrong?" I stammered anxiously.

Suddenly, a smirk overtook his innocent features as he stood up and gallantly pressed my shoulders into the back mirror. Other than a soft exhale, I was rendered speechless.

"Am I making you nervous?" he asked me warmly as he ran his hands up my neck and tangled them through my hair.

"H-Huh?" I managed to whisper.

"Is your face red because you're nervous?" he said with a sweet smile.

"I… I…"

He gradually leaned in at a steep angle, and I thought I knew what was coming next. But suddenly, his eyes widened and after a momentary delay, he retreated and instead pressed my head into his chest and took me in a tense, yet passionate embrace. His body was almost trembling as he held me as close as he could without suffocating me, and at that instant, our heartbeats were aligned in both time and rhythm. He was exactly as nervous as I was.

"I can't do this…"

"Can't do…what?" I asked curiously.

"I can't be…"

He took a shaky breath as he released me from his hold and stepped back, his head angled downward to avoid eye contact.

"I wanted to be all cool and romantic and sweep you off your feet, but I can't do it. I'm not cut out for this kind of stuff…"

His lips quivered as he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck, his puffy cheeks tinged scarlet.

"H-Huh?"

"D-Don't you get it yet?" he yelled, shuffling his feet backwards and burying his face in his hands.

"Get… Get what?"

"That I… l-like you…"

He dug his feet into the ground and cutely swirled around as a comfort for his embarrassment.

"You do? Me?"

"Of course I do! Look at you!"

"O-Oh…"

"But I'm just not good enough. I'm not all cool or mysterious or all that… Isn't that how every girl wants it? But…"

He expelled a frustrated yell as he violently tousled his already unkempt locks.

"I just shouldn't have said anything…"

I watched him writhe in his own disappointment; he was reacting like I'd already rejected him. That idiot. Like I ever would.

"But if you were like that, then… then I wouldn't like you," I confessed bashfully to ease his flaring nerves.

"W-What?" he said, bringing his face out from hiding and turning around to stare at my flustered expression. His eyes immediately lit up as he scurried over to me with a grin just waiting to explode.

"A-Ah! D-Don't look at me like that!" I shouted, now being the one to rub my neck and hide my face from his line of sight.

Instead, he gave his huge, dorky smile as he rushed up and grabbed my wrists, pulling me away from the mirror and running me around in circles.

"W-What are you doing? Taro, let go!" I yelled as he slowly came to a stop, only to pounce on me and tackle me to the ground. He laughed the childlike laugh that forced me to smile too.

"You really like me like this? I don't have to be all…suave and cool? Because I'm not very good at it," he stated with a little pout.

"You seemed good at it earlier," I complimented with flushed cheeks.

"Then…should I try it again? I'm already on top of you," he commented with an eager smile.

"W-What are you saying?" I screamed until he nuzzled my nose with his.

"You're so cute."

My lips parted slightly from shock.

"Me? But I'm not really that…"

"Of course you are."

He flashed that perfect smile again—the one that no one could imitate—and leaned in to plant a tender, but loving kiss on my unprepared lips. My eyes widened at first, but quickly adapted and closed as my lips kissed him back. He then very slowly began to pull away and opened his eyes to stare at my face, eyes shut and still in the middle of what I believed to be a kiss. A huge grin overcame his cheeks as I swiftly opened my eyes and burned crimson with embarrassment.

"W-Why were you looking like that?" I shouted, upset.

"Because you were adorable," he told me as he tapped the tip of my nose with his soft index finger.

"W-Whatever," I responded, shyly turning away.

"Are you upset?" he asked with a whimper.

"No. Because it's my fault for falling for you," I said almost coldly.

"Aw…"

He sighed dejectedly and lost his smile.

"I-I wasn't serious!" I yelled in a panic.

He leaned forward and kissed my nose.

"I know," he reassured me with a grin.

"J-Jeez! Don't worry me like that!"

He slowly grew silent, which was a bit disconcerting for me.

"Maybe I should start acting more manly. Like…a cool guy," he said to break the silence with his more serious consideration.

"Why would you do that?" I asked with partly puffed cheeks.

"So you're happy and not embarrassed to show me off."

"Why would I be embarrassed?"

"Because… I'm like this," he stated matter-of-factly, like there was something wrong with him that was clear to everyone but me.

"Don't change," I muttered quietly.

"Hm? What was that?" His eyes were sparkling as his ears eagerly perked up. I knew he said that to me to elicit the very response I was giving him.

"D-Don't change, fool. You're the klutz I fell for. You're my klutz now. So don't go off and become like everyone else."

And like a fool, he flashed that perfect smile at my blushing face.

"I won't."