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I haven't written, or finished a story on FanFiction in almost a year. But I put a lot of thought into this one, and decided it had to be done. It was mostly inspired by the song Time to Dance by Panic! At the Disco, but also by this really good story I read a while back. All translations will be at the end,!

Author: Compulsive

It wasn't until Junior year things started to get weird. For my Journalism class, I had to join a club or 'start a hobby' that everyone at school would be shocked to find out about, and then we had to do an expose about ourselves. Luckily for me(or unluckily I should say), Dad suggested I join Matty's ballet class...and at first I completely disagreed. Why the hell would I do something as fruity as join a ballet class. Then I heard an apposing argument that served Ballet justice.

"It just like all chicks, and three dudes. Max. Plus all the girls there are usually super skinny, and all you have to do lift them up a few times. It's a super great way to meet girls, dude." Antonio knew all about ballet cause he was forced to take it when he was younger, and had only recently weaseled his way out.

So I did it. I made the terrible mistake of signing up.

Then Matty brought me my outfit: my tights, my shoes, and my 'dance belt'. It was like if a jock strap and a thong cross bred. Not cool.

I guess this would have been bearable had it not been for the classroom, or 'studio' as they called it. Big empty white painted walls, with mirrors everywhere, not that I didn't enjoy the view...until everyone else appeared. And when they did I knew I was about to plie my way into an insane asylum.

Two words: All. Boys. Not one girl was in this classroom, not one. And not that I had a problem with this, but they most of them looked gay!

"Francis, Ludwig, Ivan, Feliciano, Roderich, Berwald, and Tino, this is my brother, Alfred and the newest addition to our production." Matt said, rather loudly to get all of their attention.

"Hello! It's so nice to meet you Alfred! You're going to love this year's production I promise!" The one Matt had pointed to be Feliciano said,.

"But you only have two months to learn it, so there will be no time for play in the studio." Ludwig said sternly, placing a hand on Feliciano's shoulder.

"We should go through it once without him, and integrate him from there."

"But what about Elizaveta?" Tino asked, throwing his leg over Berwald's shoulder, leaning out to do what I assumed was some sort of weird ass stretch.

"She'll be here soon, and to start without her. She's been feeling..." He coughed and cleared his throat, "...Under the weather lately and had a doctors appointment..." The whole room grew quiet, and it was obvious they all had a common understanding about something I did not.

"Let's get started shall we?" Mathew chuckled, nervously. Berwald and Tino paired up, Francis and Mathew paired up, Feliciano and Ludwig paired up, and Ivan went to the back by himself, Roderich in the front, who was also partner-less. Whoever Elizaveta was, I hoped she was hott, and wasn't with the scary looking Roderich guy...

As the dance began the sinking realization that I was going to have to be part of that hit. Only three months of prancing around and then I would be out of there. But the thought wasn't comforting as i thought it was going to be. Just as they closed the performance, Elizaveta entered.

"It's okay everybody! We're in the clear!" She nearly sang, running up to Roderich, who caught her and spun her around. Everyone sighed in relief as she was put down.

"Okay good, but we have to get straight to business. Eliza, liebling, this is out newest member, he'll be partnered up with Ivan."

"He will?"

"I will?"

"With me?" I turned to look at him, and he was smiling. He was the most brooding of the three largest men. A woman, whom I hadn't noticed until just now interjected,

"Yes, yes yes yes yes. How I've decided to work him in, is Ivan, you and Alfred here will work together in the back. To counter balance Eliza and Roderich, here. It will be merveilleux!" She smiled, and laughed. "Oh! Je ne peux pas attendre! Ahh!" She whispered excitedly to herself, returning to her corner.

"From the top boys! Eliza places, places!" Mathew said, pulling me by my wrist to Ivan. I tried to pick up on the moves, but this was much easier said then done. Ivan was so much bigger than me, I was afraid if he tripped, which didn't even seem humanly possible with his grace, that he would flatten me like a pancake.

By the end of the 2nd rehearsal, I had only gotten down the first part, and still needed a lot of cleaning up.

"Stay after with me today, podsolnechnik. I'll help you with the dance." Ivan said, smiling. He was seriously creepy.

"Wait, what did you call me?"

"Podsolnechnik! It means Sunflower in my language."

"Don't call me that, it's fuckin' fruity."

"Unfortunately for you, I will only do as I do." Whatever that meant. I tried to ignore his creepiness, which was pretty much impossible cause his breath smelled like Vodka, and he refused to stop calling me pon-so-blahblahblah. But despite all the set backs, and his increasing weirdness, I was able to get a general understanding of my part. "I can give you a ride home, if this is what you desire?"

I looked around for Matt, who had apparently left without telling me. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I said, checking my texts, and slipping into my sweat pants.

The ride home was twice and weird as the whole practice.

"I've danced my whole life. It's more than just class twice a week for me. I practice all the of the times. Breakfast, lunch, dinner."

"Not that that statement made any sense." He peered over at me quickly, then returned his focus on the road.

"You look like Matt, only your more handsome. Matt is very mousy."

"Um...thank you?" I said, hoping he was done.

"Yes; and your legs are more muscular. You are truly like beautiful podsolnechnik." Now I was seriously freaked out.

"Are you deliberately trying to be creepy? Because let me tell you, pal, it's working. It's defiantly working." Ivan stopped trying to elicit conversation after that.

As I got out of the car he touched my arm, "You're very good, and quickly learn. Your talents will be very useful with our up coming show." He smiled again, letting go and returning his eyes, the the road. Now there was no way I'd be riding home with that weirdo again.

-;-

"So what's the deal with Eliza and the Rod guy?" I asked Matty, trying to forget the weird car ride home.

"Elizaveta and Roderich? They're together, she was afraid that she was pregnant. There's was no way she could dance with a baby on board."

"Dude! How old is she?"

"Like...I don't know, eighteen?"

"That's crazy...and what about that weird lady who spend most of the time in the corner?"

"Well, Madame Orthoridge runs her dance class a certain way, I'm not sure how other people do it, but I assume it's not like hers."

"What?" I asked, eying Matt's down comforter. He thought for a moment. "Like, she's very hands-off when it comes to dance. She taught us the just of it and expects us to fill in the blanks, make it clean and smooth, and so on so forth." His phone began to ring.

"Bonjour! ...Well yes, I do, but... l'arrêter! Je vais voir ce que je peux faire, mais ça va prendre beaucoup plus de ...God Francis, I'm sorry! Eh bien alors au revoir."

"So who was that?"

"Francis...he's just being difficult." I joined Matt on the bed, he looked a little down now.

"I hate when you talk in French. I can never understand what you're saying."

"I only talk in French to Francis."

"What's wrong, Matty?"

"Nothing! I don't wanna talk about it," Matt laid down and turned his back to me. And we let the room fall quiet, Jazz music playing softly in the background.

"What can you tell me about Ivan?" I asked, fingering Matt's headboard. He shot up, and smiled.

"Why? You like him?"

"Not really, he's pretty fuckin' fruity. Not to mention he's kinda...who am I kidding, he's super creepy!" I replied, shrugging.

"Oh..." Matt laid back down and picked up his phone.

"He said some weird ass shit while we were riding home. He said I looked like you, and that my legs were really muscular, and that I was handsome and stuff...it was weird. Really weird...and he kept calling me Sunflower in his language. It was really fuckin' weir-"

"Sunflower?"

"Yeah, sunflower. Pod-sol-something...I don't know."

"Oh mon dieu..."

"What? Mon dieu what? I know that statement! What Matty, tell me!"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing. Now will you please leave my room, I want to go to bed."

"Oh you really don't feel like sharing tonight, huh. Fuckin' rude ass. Holdin' information from me." I pushed him off his bed and left for me room. What the hell was he 'mon dieu'-ing about.

Liebling - Darling

Je ne peux pas attendre! - I can not wait!

Bonjour! ...Well yes, I do, but... l'arrêter! Je vais voir ce que je peux faire, mais ça va prendre beaucoup plus de ...God Francis, I'm sorry! Eh bien alors au revoir. - Hello! Well ... yes, I do, but ... stop it! I'll see what I can do, but it will take much more of Francis ... God, I'm sorry! Well then goodbye.

English is my only language, so if you actually speak French and you think it sounds choppy, sorry. Hope you don't mind me densifying Mathew. It's just Ballet is Matt's passion, you have more to say about something you passionate about, right?

I hope this all isn't to cliche. Haha

Edit: The story gets much more bareable as you read on. I don't particularly like the first chapter, but I'm 99.9% sure the grammar and spelling are good!