Four Weeks before Prom, Monday

Nazz jogs up the stairs and takes a seat in a patio chair, next to her grandmother. While she tries to catch her breath, she asks, "So how's the new senior center?"

Her grandmother then starts talking about the building and all the new people she's meeting and getting to catch up with her friends. She starts talking about the class she attended today, which apparently she's not fond of, at all, describing it as "the biggest waste of time in the past two decades."

Nazz laughed at that. "You said you liked the new center, doesn't really sound like it."

"No, no, dear, it was just that one class. I do like everything else they have to offer. Like, tomorrow, we have a dance class, which has been so much fun!"

"Really? What kind of dancing?"

"Pretty much a little of everything. They're still trying to tweak the schedule a bit, so we never know what we will be learning until it starts!"

"Sounds confusing."

"Perhaps, but I find it exciting! Though I do prefer going on Wednesdays more."

"Why's that?"

"Well, one of the instructors can't teach on Wednesdays, thus the schedule changes, so there's a student helper that's oh so sweet! He's kind of cute, too. I think you should meet him." Nazz's Grandma then winks at her.

"Don't even go there."

"But it's been so long since you and Kevin broke up!"

"It's only been since summer."

"And it's almost summer again! I did like that boy… why did you ever-"

"We had our reasons," Nazz said, her usual response as to why their flawless relationship mysteriously ended over the break. They were still just as close as ever, no hard feelings, they just were dating anymore.

"Well, whatever the reasons are, you should get back out there, and I think the boy at the dance class would be perfect for you!"

"Grandma, I-"

"He's so polite and charming!"

"Grams, I just don't think-"

"He's just so adorable, even with that gap in his smile..."

Dammit, grams, stops trying to set me up and listen!

"…though I can't stand that funny looking black hat he insists on wearing all the time."

"WAIT A MINUTE… What did you say his name was?"

Nazz's grandmother grins wickedly at her. "I knew you'd come around!"

"Kevin, please, you gotta!"

"That's a 'no' from me."

"But do you really want to go to prom and look silly not knowing how to dance?"

"I know how to dance well enough to not be embarrassed."

"Seriously!? Since when!?"

Kevin looks up into the sky for a moment before looking back at Nazz, saying, "Since I saw Nat dance."

They both laughed at that.

"C'mon now, he's not a bad dancer."

"Yeah, but he's… wild… so by comparison, I'm doing alright. So, no lessons for me, thank you."

"Dude. PLEASE!? I've known you the longest, so I trust you… I don't want to do this by myself… Don't make me go alone!"

Kevin dropped his feet on the ground, dragging them in the dirt until his swing halted to a stop. "Don't even give me that bullshit. You don't care about having to do stuff by yourself. As made evident by you bailing on me last weekend when you went to the earlier showing of the new Marvel movie."

Nazz stopped her swing as well. "You still mad about that!? Wait, wait, wait! Please don't leave!"

Kevin sits back down on the swing, but looks straight ahead, refusing to look at those puppy dog eyes he just knows Nazz is giving him right now. "So, what's the real reason? Why do you insist I take dancing lessons with you and your grandma?"

Nazz gave a long-suffering sigh. "Dude. Don't make me say it."

"Say what?"

"The surprise."

"Then don't. And don't be surprised when I don't show up for lessons."

A moment of silence passed between the two until Nazz finally said, "Double D."

Kevin whipped his head around. "Double D? What about him?"

"He's going to be there."

"See!? You don't need me there! Just take the lessons with the dork."

"He can't take the lessons with me if he's teaching the lesson, well, helping to teach the lesson."

"Wait… wait… are you shitting me!?"

Nazz giggles. "Nope! Found out yesterday that he helps teach the dance and music classes on certain days. Grams even tried to set me up with him!"

"Fuck. That's… that's awkward as hell."

"Right? She kept pushing it even after I told her I knew him."

"But are you sure it's him? Could be someone that just looks similar-"

"Oh, come off it! As if! And besides, I asked him about it at lunch today, and he confirmed everything. He even said I can take lessons with him… as long as my grandma is there to be accountable for me, it's okay! He's even going to join me on Mondays for the classes at the community center, for people our age."

"Sweet, so you do have someone to go with besides me."

Nazz groaned in frustration. "Dude. You know why I want you to go…"

"Fine. I'll go Wednesday."

"Really!?"

"Yeah," Kevin sighed, kicking at the dirt.

"Promise?"

"As long as you promise not to tell anyone, I promise I'll show."

"Sure thing dude. I won't tell a soul! So, you better not flake on me!"

Kevin just nods as his kicks off from the ground, swinging again.

Nazz smiles at him, not sure if he sees, before heading home, without saying goodbye.

Kevin stays and swings for a little bit, trying to sort his thoughts. Nazz. Nazz's grandma, whom I haven't seen since the break-up. Double D. Who apparently can dance well enough to teach a class. All in one room watching my terrible dancing. The fuck kind of personal hell is this!?