Ballerino
"Text me about Sunday, Urie" I called as I watched Brendon walking off in the opposite direction.
"Whatever, Wentz."
I continued on my way around the building on the route I normally took home after practice. Football always left me sweaty and rather disheveled looking and I wanted to get home as quickly as possible so Mr Iero walking out of the door a few metres in front of me was not ideal.
I owed him at least two essays and we both knew it so I slung my bag on my back and dashed back round the way I came. Even if he had seen me I was faster than I looked and I didn't stop until I was round the corner. Even then I kept up my pace until I ran straight into somebody else.
"Fuck. Sorry." I grunted, brushing myself off.
The boy at my feet was wearing a tight long sleeved baby blue shirt and grey joggers. He had a bag like mine and hurried to pick up his black hoodie off the floor and shrug it on, hiding his shirt.
His hair stuck up at odd angles at the back but fell in rough cut bangs in his face at the front. He was pale and lanky with sharp features and overall, he was beautiful.
"It's fine." He said casually.
He let me help him up.
"How come you're still here? I thought football practice was the only thing that ran this late?" I asked.
"You'd be surprised." He shrugged vaguely.
I walked with him to the school gates.
"You're in my history class right?"
"Yeah you're the one always flirting with Ashlee...I forget her surname and getting yelled at." He replied.
"Can't blame a boy for trying." He smiled a bit at that.
"I'm Mikey Way."
"Pete Wentz."
"Well I'll see you around Pete Wentz."
I didn't get a chance to talk to Mikey again for a few days. History was the only class we shared and he seemed focused on his work, even if I did notice his earphones running up the inside of his hoodie. I never saw him at lunch and so after my next football practice I hurried off before Brendon could talk to me about any party that weekend and made my way back round to where I'd been last week.
I don't know why I'd thought that I'd just magically run into him again at the same time and place as last time. As if he was going to be waiting for me.
I shook my head and turned around.
It occurred suddenly to me that last week we'd finished late. Not only that but I'd hung around with Brendon after. I was half an hour earlier than last week at least.
With that in mind I wandered through the door behind where I'd crashed into the vanishing boy last week and took a guess, turning left down a corridor and searching for what else could possibly run so late into the evening.
I soon realised I could hear music. Very faintly up ahead. I followed my ears down a right turn into another corridor. Judging by the pictures on the wall this was either a drama department or another sports department. If it was sports I would know it, so it had to be drama. This wasn't a part of the school that I frequented.
I stopped in my tracks. I could hear the music clearly now. Soft and classical. Not like the bands that I blasted into my eardrums from my ipod. Much more delicate.
There was a large panel of glass windows looking into a room ahead. I checked around me then glanced inside.
It was a large hall, two walls were lined with mirrors and the floors were polished and clean. Scattered around the room there were boys and girls of mixed ages, boys on one side of the room, girls on the other. Some were stretching their limbs into positions I'd never imagined possible, others were practicing steps of routines, others were adjusting each other's postures and talking intensely.
Then I saw him.
Today he had black leggings over his long, skinny legs paired with the same baby blue shirt as the last time we met. A pair of soft white shoes sat on his feet and I stared transfixed as I watched him lean forward, on his toes and extend his leg delicately behind him so it was perfectly diagonal. His arms went nearly out to his sides and he held his pose in a silent balance counting as he stood. I watched him relax for a few seconds before he flew back into action, twirling gracefully and leaping in time with the music between stretching and pointing his limbs with a godlike elegance.
His routine was taking him closer to my spot of observation but I stood rooted to the ground as he jumped high in the air and landed softly, arms extended and took a quick step before beginning to turn again. It was incredible to watch. Emotive and rehearsed down to every detail. He came to a sharp halt and looked up and his eyes fell on mine.
Fear flashed across his face momentarily and although his lips never moved I could tell he was terrified of what I was thinking. I stared at him for a second longer before walking away from the window and heading back the way I came.
Ten minutes later I was sat against the wall of the building outside the door where I'd bumped into him before. He came bounding out in the same black hoodie, hood drawn round his face and glancing about frantically, paranoid.
"Hey." I said calmly.
He jumped.
"Pete!" His eyes widened "I-I...."
"You're an incredible dancer." I said honestly, getting to my feet as I did.
"How much did you see?"
He stammered.
"A fair amount. I thought it was beautiful, Mikey. You're talented." I smiled
His eyes searched mine looking for hints of sarcasm.
"Really?"
"Really. I'd love to watch you more sometime....okay that sounded less creepy in my head but you know what I mean. I think you're pretty amazing. And you look good in leggings."
"Thank you." He blushed. "Sure you can come watch me next week if you really want. I've got a recital in a few weeks too, ya know, if you wanted to watch. I'd be wearing tights not leggings though sorry to disappoint."
I felt my face fill with colour and he laughed a bit.
"Oh I'm sure you'd look even better." I grinned, regaining myself.
We began to walk towards the school gates again.
"So you don't think it's...?" He asked.
"Think it's what?"
"I don't know...gay?" He sighed.
"Why would I think that? And when did gay become a bad word?"
"It's not. That's just what people normally say." He looked sad.
"Well I'll kick their ass." I smiled at him again. That won me a grin back.
"I am by the way. Just if you were wondering." He said nonchalantly.
"Huh?"
"I'm gay."
"Oh. That's good to know."
We walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Are you busy tonight?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Would you maybe wanna come back to mine? We could get a pizza or something and watch a film?" I bit my lip.
He glanced at me almost as if I was joking again. When he decide I was being serious he smiled.
"Yeah that'd be nice."
"Hey fag!" Someone yelled from the other side of the street and Mikey jumped. Some soccer team kid I never spoke to.
"Ignore it." Mikey muttered.
"Faggot!" He yelled at him.
"You want me to come over there?" I snapped.
"Who are you? His fucking gay ass boyfriend? I wasn't talking to you." He spat.
"Yeah, I am and I'm still getting more action than you'll ever get, pencil dick. Got a problem?" Mikey snorted at that. He stopped when the guy began crossing the road towards us.
"Mikey?"
"Yeah, Pete?"
I grabbed his hand
"Run." I whispered.
We sprinted down street after street, lungs on fire inside our chests. At least we were both physically fit in one way or another.
We collapsed behind the door of my house, slamming it shut behind us.
I took one look at him and burst out laughing.
"Nice one, Wentz." He laughed.
"Shut up, Ballet boy. I'll get Brendon to kick his ass." I grinned.
I was still holding his hand when we stood up.
"Anyone else home?" He asked smirking a little.
"Not until midnight." I took a step closer to him.
"I think the pizza can wait."
And I could feel his lips against mine.
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I have no clue what inspired this honestly but hey at least it's not angsty!
I wrote this at 3am or something of the like so excuse any grammar mistakes etc.
Today was my first day back and I sure don't want to die or anything ridiculous like that :)))
I have big exams this years and shit I'm not ready.
Anyway that concludes my mini rant and I hope you're having a good day (*^-^*)
Thanks for the votes, comments and reads!!
Until the next chapter,
~Lauren xoxo