AN- I apologize for my sluggishness, I'm. very. slow. lol - well, here it is!
Dedication - This is to Joyful - thanks for getting on my back about hurrying up and writing this!
Luis's POV
After school, Adam rushed up to me. He smiled, and I could tell just by looking at him that there was a problem between he and Charlie.
"Hey, Luis." He called out before he was even within ten yards of me.
When we met up, we started walking towards our dorm room.
Adam and I had been spending quite a bit of time together in the past two weeks. I felt like I knew him much better, and I suppose he thought he knew me well too. Charlie seemed to be neglecting him more and more, and so he spent more and more time on his dance steps. The samba is not an easy dance; on the contrary, it is very hard to master, and make look natural, so that it's not cheap looking.
Adam was very dedicated, and it was obvious that when he put his mind to something, it wouldn't go uncompleted. I admired him for that much.
He was strong…Stronger than anyone ever gave him credit for. Looking back on everything I knew about him, it was very obvious that he held a very bold persona. He had a lasting impression…some one that I would never forget.
"Is something wrong?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, nothing, why?" He frowned.
"Just wondering. You seem a little…different."
We reached our dorm room, and we walked in. Adam darted for the tape machine, but I stopped him.
"Talk to me…what's going on?"
He sighed, and reluctantly sat down. I sat down across from him. This had to be pretty serious if we were sitting down.
"Okay, I guess I can tell you." He inhaled deeply. "Is it just me, or has Charlie been ignoring me lately?"
"No, Adam, it's not just you…he is ignoring you to some extent." I frowned. I nearly hated Charlie for what he'd been putting Adam through.
"Well, I've had enough of it. I'm not gone yet! He's acting like I don't exist. Well, almost. All he does is hang around with Koon. They're even going to see a movie together!" His ears were turning red. I had to calm him down.
"Shh, Adam. I've seen it too. He's acting like you've already left. I don't agree with it, but I can't tell him to change - he wouldn't listen." I sighed, and he echoed me.
"I know, I know…I just wish he wasn't." I felt incredibly guilty, for some reason, which I am unsure of.
There were tears in Adam's eyes. I knew he would be in pain after he left, and that Charlie, although he might be in pain too, had already distanced himself enough that the emotion would be minimal.
"Damn him…" I mumbled, but Adam looked at me crossly.
"Are we going to dance, or sit here blabbering?" His down-to-earth tone made me want to laugh, cry, and dance all at once.
We stood, and Adam flipped on the cassette. We assumed the proper position, and a soft, gentle, lulling tune, mixed with a fiery beat in an odd, but enchanting composition, rang through our ears.
I silently counted, and I knew he was doing the same. Our steps were familiar. Back. Forward. Rightside. Leftside. Warm-ups.
The tempo quickened, and our steps grew more intricate. I hadn't introduced him to the hardest moves, and I planned not to, in fact. They were moves that not even I knew much about, such as lifts, mainly.
I spun him in towards me, then back out. I remembered the first time we'd done that, and he'd nearly crushed the bones in my foot. At that moment I had wondered why I was even teaching him, but I knew why, now. I was teaching him, because it helped him. It took his mind off Charlie, and everything else. Hockey, for him, would always be a reminder. Perhaps the samba would remind him of better things.
After a deal of time, when we'd both worked up a sweat, the song came to an end. He dipped me to the right, as the finale's final beat concluded the piece.
We separated, awkwardly. And I went to our kitchenette, to get us a drink. I passed him the glass of water, nearly ignoring mine as I watched him drink greedily from the lip of the glass.
My feelings for him were not smothered, as one might have thought. I loved him, more than ever before. I knew it was love. Love - the feeling that made your heart rush to your toes when the person left…the feeling of loyalty, to do whatever you could to make that person feel wonderful, and content. Whatever I could do for him, I would do without hesitation. I loved him.
He finished, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve carelessly. I grinned from behind my glass of cold, clear water. He smiled at me.
"Thanks Luis."
"You're very welcome. It was my pleasure. It's been a long time since I've been able to dance with some one who didn't demolish the art." He blushed, ever so slightly.
"Don't do that! My ego will explode!" He smiled - He loved it.
I sighed softly, sitting down on my bed.
Adam followed suit, sitting across from me.
He looked almost as guilty as I felt. I had to wonder why he seemed guilty, I mean, I knew why I was -I was almost sure that I was part of the problem between he and Charlie- but I didn't know why he was.
He seemed to read my thoughts.
"Maybe I'm spending too much time here, when I should be kissing his ass, and trying to make up with him."
I bit my lip - the last thing I wanted was to see him unhappy, and I knew I shouldn't be so selfish as to try and keep him here.
He looked at me, something strange flickering across his expression - something that I didn't recognize.
He leaned forward, towards me, his tongue darting over his lips.
He held the expression that I'd seen so many times…when he was with Charlie. This was what I wanted. This was exactly what I'd dreamed about. It was perfect, wonderful, I should have been happy…but I felt awful. This was wrong. He didn't love me…he loved Charlie.
This was wrong.
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AN - I'm sorry if like, the last half of this really sucks. I wrote it while watching [sort of] Dawson's Creek. I mean - That show used to be so amazing…Now, it's really depressing. Pacey's in trouble -mocks him- Audrey's pissed -mocks her- Okay, I'm so evil…shhh - that's a secret.
