He looked up, and shock spread across his face.
""what're you doing here? I thought you didn't want my dance lessons." He asked shortly.
"No, I said I didn't need him, not that I didn't want them." Duh. Why else would I be here?
"Oh. Well. How're you today? Those boys didn't take any advantage of you did they?" he asked seriously.
"Erm, no. I left early because I got a migraine."
"Well I don't think the two of you should see those boys anymore, they're not good for you."
"Well, thank you for the concern, but I'm sure we'll be fine. Thanks." This guy was beginning to annoy me. Who the hell did he think he was, my father?
"Hm - well, what are you here for?" He said gruffly. What had I done? Why didn't he like me?
"I'm here for a dance lesson, I thought we already established that," I laughed, "Can we keep this song on, it's my mum's favourite and has become one of mine." Again, that pale "I'm-going-to-be-sick" look appeared on his face.
"Yeah sure. Right, you know how to Merengue?" I laughed out loud at this.
"Merengue? Hell I can mambo." Again with the sick face, was I that repulsive?
"Right - well erm, we'll go over that cause I'm a little rusty on that one. I haven't done that dance in at least 16 years."
"And you call yourself a dancer instructer." I pointed out and he laughed out loud.
"Yeah, I suppose I do."
I don't know how to describe this man. I feel like he should be my protector. Warm currents flood through me when I'm with him and although I don't love him we have this connection. Its not like an older guy crush, ew no way. Usually, seeing him in the street would have triggered a "Oh, look at that guy, he's hot for an old man." and some chuckles between me and Sylv, but him, just no. I feel like I should share my whole life with him, but I don't know where to start. So, I let hiim twirl me around and joke about for the best part of three hours before I look at the time.
"Oh help, I need to get back, sorry Johnny. I'll come back tomorrow morning?" I exclaim.
"I can't, I have a lesson tomorrow morning, but I'm free from 1pm onwards?" he offers.
"Okay, thanks, I'll see you then, then." and run out the door before the awkward new friend hug thing takes place.
I know I can't express
This feeling of tenderness
There's so much I wanna say
But the right words just don't come my way
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