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This is number 47 from the list of LaPaige's fanfiction prompts, dancing. Just Naitlyn fluff (: Enjoy.
I carefully lowered the paintbrush against the yellow card, making sure I didn't leak paint all over the banner and mess it up. I drew a careful letter, looking over at Nate. He was concentrating hard, sticking his tongue out as he worked. I laughed gently, which broke his focus.
"Sorry" I mumbled, looking back down at my paper.
"No problem" he said, doing the same. "Are you going to the dance, Caity?"
"Probably not. I don't dance" I mumbled, carefully drawing on the banner with blue paint. I looked up as I heard Nate's paintbrush drop to the ground. My mouth dropped open, and I was about to complain he was getting paint everywhere before he interrupted.
"You don't dance?" he asked in disbelief, his voice ringing through the empty school gym.
"Nope" I answered. I felt my cheeks flood red a little.
"Why not?" he asked, and I shrugged.
"I can't dance" I answered simply, feeling a little embarrassed.
He stood up, and I looked up at him from where I was sat. He held out his hand, and I took it without objection. He put his hand on my waist, and I shrank back - nervous.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Everyone, can dance" he promised. And I nodded, there was no music, but dancing in the silence with Nate felt natural. I moved with him slowly, and after a few moments I laid my head on his chest. He slowly twirled me, and I tripped, falling to the floor with a crash. He looked panicked, kneeling down beside me.
"Caity! Are you OK?" he asked. But I was in fits of laughter already, he looked all serious at me. He pressed down on my ankle, sending shooting pains up my leg. I let out a cry of pain.
"Ouch!" I said, scolding Nate angrily. He sighed and picked me up, scooping me up into his arms. I smiled gently.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Perfect" I whispered "But I don't dance"