So I finally finished day 11! There's so much interesting stuff after day 12 that I'm just dreeeeeeading writing all the stuff before then. Like I know it's important but UUUUUGH.
So anyhowwww, I know that this is short but it's not real interesting. Nor is day 12, but I want to upload tonight and I have no time to write day 12. ...Well I do, but I prefer to sleep.
And I apologize for taking so long. I'm so excited for day 17 that I wrote it ahead of time! (Not that I can upload it anyway without changing my rating to M and then someone telling mommy and then getting in trouble :P)
So anyway, I uh... I'm spacing out! I used a math joke in here that maybe one reader would catch but when it comes to it, it means his hips are finally moving in a circular movement. Because I'm just that cool, make a math joke. (Hey what's a fish with no eyes? Follicle Stimulating Hormone! (FSH) Gee I'm cool.)
So anyway, have you noticed that's how I start like nearly every authors note comments? "So anyway."
TO CONTINUE ON... Well enjoy, and review. REVIEW por favor.
Day 11: Dance With a Smile
Klaus called me on my room phone this morning, shortly after Kip woke me up. I was surprised that he was up at 5:30 in the morning too but I guess Kip wasn't the only one who liked to be up before the early bird.
"Hey, is everything alright?" he asked before I could even say hello.
"Yeah, why?" I was still pretty groggy so my less than enthusiastic tone probably wasn't too reassuring.
"Well you left yesterday way before practice was over..."
"Yeah, sorry..." I could tell from the other line that he wanted me to tell him why but no way was I going to embarrass myself even more than I did yesterday.
"So anyway, I know practice starts today at eight, but I was wondering... would you like to go to Tango Garden with me before then, maybe we can practice working those hips?"
"Uh yeah, I'll get dressed and head down there."
No one was there, needless to say because the sun wasn't even up yet.
Klaus and I arrived at about the same time. I felt pretty inferior when I saw that he was dressed up like he regularly would be whereas I was wearing sweats and a T-shirt.
"Nice to see you got dressed up," he smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't expect it to be this formal..." I guess I hadn't really put that much thought into getting dressed, I was way more focused on getting awake. He stood back and smiled at me, probably still laughing to himself that I put zero effort into looking good for him. "So anyway..." I brushed my fingers through my bed head, "How about working these hips?" I took a step closer and put my hands up, ready to jump right into dancing.
He took a step back and chuckled. "Right here?"
I shrugged, "Why not."
He took my hand, "Not here."
He led me through rows of bushes of flowers until I wasn't even close to sure where we were anymore. Finally, we arrived at a blank patch of woods. Frankly, I think I'd be lying if I said that we were still at Tango Gardens anymore. Not that I minded too much, I was having too much fun holding Klaus's hand.
"Well this is... nice." I said once he let go and examined the area.
He seemed satisfied. "Thanks, Cynthia showed it to me. We used to have picnics here a lot before we started dating. Of course once we started dating we... stopped having picnics."
He gave me a knowing look and I gagged a little. "Say no more, I know what you mean."
He laughed and smacked my arm, "Hey don't be so grossed out, since you're sort of my boyfriend now, maybe I'll show you some of the memories we made here."
I swallowed hard, not sure whether to be incredibly turned on or jealous because I wasn't a part of that memory making. "So uh," my voice cracked. "Shouldn't we start the Tango now?"
He smiled and hung his head. "If you insist... so anyway, you were starting off really well then all of a sudden you just started to go in reverse. So this time just watch my hips and try to mimic me."
After a while of trying to copy his moves I came to the conclusion that man was just not made to move his hips like that, Klaus was just gifted.
I was getting frustrated with in incompetence and I could tell Klaus wasn't Mr. Optimistic either. It probably wasn't any help that I was rejecting any physical help he could give me.
After what seemed like the millionth step I screwed up a step Klaus was on the breaking point. "Why won't you just let me help you?"
"I'm sorry!" I cried, an automatic response after Klaus kept grumbling at me.
"Is there something wrong? Do you just not want me to touch you or something? Have you changed your mind about us?"
"No, of course not!" I was desperate not to embarrass myself this time. We were finally alone, how would it look if I had to excuse myself again?
"Then what is it?"
"I just..." even the best excuse in the world would've been an obvious lie. "Just when you told me to imagine that I was grinding up on you, I did and then I got really awkward and I just... I'm sorry."
He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, stop saying that. It's totally understandable." he pulled me in for a hug from my shoulder, pressing a little too hard.
"Ow," I whined.
"Oh, sorry!" he pulled my sleeve up and kissed my arm. Then he bent back up and kissed me.
I accepted, happily, and returned the favor. After a moment, we decided that any efforts at dancing was futile and sat down in the grass.
I wasn't too much of an earthy person, nor did my hometown have many green places, but if I ever had the chance to be in the grass like this I definitely would've never gone inside. He pushed me over into the grass and climbed on top of me, straddling me between his legs. He bent over and began kissing me, grinding into me every so often.
After a while he broke away and whispered in my ear "Does that give you a good idea of how your hips should move?" I smiled and licked my lips, "I don't know, I may need some more modeling."
He sat back up and checked his watch. "Well we might just have to continue later, we're late for practice."
I knew I could beg him for a little more but he wouldn't stay any longer no matter how much I would plead.
"You're late." were the first words that exited Cynthia's mouth when we arrived. "Where were you two anyway? And why was I not told of where you were going?" with her hands on her hips I found it hard to believe that just the other day I saw her as the sexiest girl to walk the earth because today, she kind of looked like my mom.
"We were at Tango Garden practicing Sebastian's hip moves for the Samba, that's all."
"And why not here? Why'd you have to go to some secret place way off in Tango Garden just to practice your hip moves?"
"Cynthia I think you should just..." I tried to tell her to calm down but Klaus cut me off, raising his voice at her.
"Because he's embarrassed at getting the moves wrong so I thought we could just practice in private!" Cynthia raised her voice to match his. "And you didn't even think to invite me? I think I could help."
Klaus and Cynthia kept raising their voices until they were nearly in a screaming match. "Well I don't think you could've!"
"And why not?" "Because he's a guy and he needs to know how guys move their hips!"
"That's just the problem with you Klaus, you're always making excuses!"
"It's the truth! Ask Sebastian himself, all we did was practice!" "Oh, don't drag him into this why don't you!"
"Well he was there!"
"You know Klaus, sometimes I think that you're going behind my back or something!"
He narrowed his eyes, "Well sometimes I think you are too."
She gasped as if this was the silliest thing she had ever heard. Then, obviously resisting the urge to slap him, she turned to me. "Show me your hips."
"Uh I don't think that's such a-"
"Show me your hips!"
"Cynthia we really didn't make any progress..."
She whipped around and shot him a fierce look. "Didn't make any progress you say?" she shook her head, looking back and forth from Klaus and me. "You... you...!" she pointed at Klaus. "You're an ass," she flipped around and stormed out.
He looked at me for a moment, the gears turning in his head, then rushed after Cynthia. "Cynthia wait! It's not like that!" I heard him call as he raced after her down the sidewalk.
I wasn't sure whether to follow them and try to help out but I figured that this was their problem and it was better not to get involved.
I practiced for a moment, feeling more comfortable that no one was watching and my hips actually started to pivot off the rectangular and onto the polar axis.
I started to feel a little ridiculous gyrating my hips by myself so I packed up and began to leave. Right as I was exiting, I ran into Kiefer.
"Oh, hey Kiefer, what are you doing here?"
He looked at me, real disoriented like. "That's a good question..."
"Would you like to dance? We can practice together."
He paused. "No..." and turned back around and left.