Authors note: The new season really got me in the mood to finish this story I started writing last year. I've edited the first few chapters to the point where I am confident I have avoided OOC writing. But you can be the judge of that! :D enjoy
Marco,you ready?" Star called from downstairs,while I was busy throwing on the red buttonup she made me buy just for the occasion.
Today we were about to have our first dancing lesson, we applied for a dance course back in march, when the school committee announced the date for senior prom.
Star was absolutely, COMPLETELY hyped about the whole thing, which is understandable. She loves anything that is earth tradition in any way. I didn't really care a lot, though. Much to her disappointment.
It's a school dance, sure you can have fun, but it's way less exciting and special than everyone makes it out to be.
"THE NIGHT OF OUR LIVES!" wasn't really my kind of thing.
I'm more of a...whatever happens, happens sorta guy.
Since Star saw it as something utterly magical and amazing though, I tried my best to get in the vibe of it.
I asked her to go to prom with me,after all. As friends. I didn't plan on going at first, but Star was really eager to and since I didn't want to disappoint her or have some shady guy ask for her company at the event, I invited her to go with me.
Star was fairly popular, her being asked out for prom by someone with ill intentions was bound to happen, and I made it my responsibility to prevent that from happening before any hopeful dude could step up and try his luck.
I know Star doesn't need anyone to save her from anything, but she was so pumped for prom, and I didn't want some random guy to blow it for her. You never know.
It was a good decision. if I was going to have a great time,it had to be with my best friend by my side.
I did a quick mirror check before leaving. "Huh, I look pretty good! Star really knows what suits me." I finger pistoled my reflection, combed an annoying streak back that was bothering me, then rushed downstairs, greeted by an overly excited princess.
She was wearing a red, flowy, sleevelss dress, an impala lily worked into her locks, fixated by a neat ponytail. Some strands of hair playfully tucked out.
She chose the dress specifically to match my outfit.
It looked great on her,too.
A big grin crept onto my face.
"You look like you could teach me dancing yourself, princessa."
I nudged her in the side gently.
"The flower is a nice touch up, by the way! Makes you look all..."
I took a dramatic pause.
"...dancy!" I finished.
"Ppppff..." She shook her head, her face adapting an expression which I could only describe as a bit daring.
"It's not only the look,Marco. I am prepared to fight you in a dancebattle! So don't be too cheeky with me, ninja boy." She exclaimed jokingly.
I put a hand on Star's shoulder. "Star, star, star. Don't be silly." I preached.
"Dancing is not about battling each other, it's about...getting in the zone, merging with your partner and sweeping the dancefloor as one! You know...yin and yang, black and white and that whole stuff." I made some vague hand gestures.
I couldn't help but be a know-it-all about dancing, probably because I'm not new to it and have had a lot of dancing classes when I was younger. I mostly just said that stuff to tease her, though.
I could watch Star sigh heavily from the corner of my eye. A sight that made me snicker.
"LetsjusthavesomefunokayTHANKS" my best friend blurred out in her superspeed Star manner, as she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the car.
"And one-two-three-four, and one-two-three-four and..."
"No,no,no you've got it all wrong,ugh! Dios mío, what am I going to do with you kids!"
A tall, slim, woman, probably in her 30s, with long, black, locks reaching down to her midback was walking next to a dancing couple, clapping rhythmically. She was clearly getting frustrated by how painfully chaotic the dancing was.
"That's miss Larez, she's pretty strict, but a really good teacher." I told Star in a hushed voice.
"She was constructing my last dancing class."
"That woman really has some rhythm in her blood!" Star cheered. "I can't wait to learn all the special dancefloor moooooves." She whispered as she slightly shuffled from side to side.
"Well, Star. If you really wanted to just learn the basics, I could've taught you at home! I'm not bad at dancing, you know this." I offered but she just waved me away as If I was some annoying fly, as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
"Yeahyeahyeah, your dancing is amazing, I just want to learn from a real professional,Marco.
Don't worry, it'll be fun!"
Star finished, her eyes set on our dancing teacher.
"Very well then, kids. As I already predicted, most of you will have to work really hard in order to not be a complete embarrassment in front of your other peers." Miss Larez announced with a stern look on her face.
"Wow, that sounds promising." I whispered to my friend, who was standing next to me, completely absorbed by the rant the Latina was about to go on.
"Ssshhh!" Star retorted quickly.
I rolled my eyes as I brought my attention back to the main event.
"Everyone of you will choose a partner and get right to it. First thing on the list is the basic waltz. Now, the waltz is a very elegant and graceful dance, make sure you are in tune with your partner, don't dance for yourself, be compassionate and don't forget about an upright posture." Miss Larez said,while she was showing us the basic steps.
"Left, side, close. Right, side, close. Always keep in tact." She continued, dancing on her own.
I let out a sigh as I was turning around to face Star upfront. Hard to change her mind once she's made it up, anyways. She can be so stubborn, sometimes.
"Alright then, let's do it."
I stretched my arm out, waiting for her to take my hand as I put my other palm on her hip.
Star's eyes sparkled, a wide smile across her face as she grabbed my hand,ready to go.
We began moving, to the left side, closing the distance of our legs, then to the right side and so on.
I have to admit, Stars movements had quite a good flow for a beginner, even though she was focusing more on not stepping on my feet rather than letting it come naturally, but she only made a few mistakes.
She beamed brightly at me and I couldn't help but shoot her a smile back.
"Star, you're doing well!" I encouraged her.
Star looked down, focusing on her feet. "What can I say, I learn fast. But lemme try something different real fast!"
The blonde quickly grabbed both my wrists, then she started spinning until we were standing on our heels, going in a circle.
"Weeeee" she exclaimed, as we spun faster and faster. I let out a warm laugh.
"Freestyle is fun as well, I suppose!" A smirk twitching on my lips.
We didn't even notice what was going on, our laughter becoming more noticeable as we were spinning faster and faster, but in a matter of seconds we were interrupted by a harsh voice approaching us, heels clicking on the wooden floor.
"And what are you doing if I may ask?" Miss Larez said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
I quickly let go of Star, then nervously scratched the back of my head. It was a habit i did in times of caught-in-the-moment situations . "Well...uh...you see"
"We were having fun!" Star stated bluntly. "I thought dancing is all about having fun? Or did I miss something?"
"Dancing is about order, it is a system. Of course, fun does come around with said system, but you shouldn't be messing around like 12 year olds when I gave you a clear task!" The Latina snarled.
Star and I both nodded, intimidated by the lady in front of us.
"Yes,maam!" We replied simultaneously.
Miss Larez rolled her eyes, then went on to critisise other students leaving Star chuckling quietly at what happened.
I made sure Larez was out of hearing distance before I started speaking.
'I told you she's strict, we should pay more attention next time, we really don't want to become her prime target."
"Mess up twins." Star whispered, as she placed both her hands on my shoulders.
"You wish!" I blurted out jokingly, freeing myself from her grip.
We went back to trying out the waltz for the rest of the lesson, Star trying her hardest to refrain from any tempting shenanigans.