He was beautiful. Made of the quicks moves and gracefulness that shone through even in the daylight, though never as brightly as it did in the moonlight. He was never quite as breathtaking as when you watched him dance at night.
The first time you met your best friend, your heart was attempting to fly away as you shuffled off a plane in Texas.
"Jake!"
"Dirk! Oh, it's good to finnally meet you, chum!"
Weeks later, it was almost like you knew him your whole life.
The one thing you didn't know about him, however, was where he went at night.
The first time you noticed he wasn't in your shared room, you thought nothing of it. Maybe he was going to the bathroom, or getting a drink? You just went back to sleep.
Though, over time, he went missing more and more often, until every night he was gone, only to return by the time you woke in the morning.
So one night you followed him.
You didn't think much of it, when you started following him. You were still partially asleep and drowsy. You only saw his slim shadow sliding down the hall, got up, and followed it's dark path, until you felt the cold night air on your skin and you were outside.
Through half-lidded eyes you saw dirk, illuminated by the full moon, standing on the edge of the roof fiddling with something. Before you could call out to him to question what he was doing up on the roof so late, a small, melodic tune started. Every note was suspended in the air, filling your head and flowing out of your ears. The piano was haunting, making you shiver in your blanket, yet still beautiful enough to make you close your eyes and sway along with it.
When you opened your eyes again, he was dancing. He jumped and span and moved like he was floating too. He pointed his toe and spun. He raised his arms, casting a shadow over the cold surface of the rooftop, and moved as though he wasn't held down by gravity,seemingly flying across the roof in spins, jumps and twirls. And it was beautiful.
So you followed and watching him for nights and nights after that, awed by your best pal's graceful beauty.
Your name is Jake English, and you fell in love with your best friend because you saw him dance. His name is Dirk Stride,r and he fell in love with you because he knew you did.
Although he wouldn't tell you that until much later.