Hah! I remember learning line dances in physical education! Instead of line dancing, Ib's teacher wants to teach ballroom dancing. This is a fun one. Please enjoy!
I don't own Ib. Or know how to formally dance...
Guardian Angel: Crushed Toes
"One two three, one two three. Keep it up class!" Ib's ninth grade physical education teacher encouraged the students. Classical music played from the personal speakers as pairs of students danced clumsily on the gym floor.
Ib winced as her partner trampled on her toes for the fourth time. "Sorry." he apologized breathlessly.
Ib sent him a look that said, 'If you're sorry then stop doing that!'
Garry chose that moment to help out the poor teenager. "You're doing it wrong." he pointed out. The angel grabbed the boy by the shoulder and pushed him backwards until he was a comfortable distance away from her feet, yet still within her reach.
Ib gave her dancing partner a questioning look after seeing him stumble backwards. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Y-yeah. Shall we continue?"
Ib nodded and started stepping in time to the music. Her partner, not knowing what to do, tried to follow along. He ended up stepping on her foot again.
"Oops."
Ib gave him a glare. "I have an idea." she said, "Why don't you look me in the eyes and lead. I'll follow."
"B-but if I don't look at my feet I'll step on your toes."
"That didn't stop you before. Just trust me."
Her partner sighed before meeting Ib's eyes. He started leading in the dance. Ib kept up with him easily, and she didn't step on his toes.
Garry whistled in awe, "You are a natural at this, Ib."
