"Sorry!" Micky apologized in a panic as he, once again, stepped on my toe. It had become numb by this time, so I didn't feel anything.

"It's okay, Micky," I sighed. "Let's try that again."

"Can't we take a break?" Micky asked franticly. "I feel like you're annoyed with me." I rolled my eyes, but smiled.

"Fine. Take five," I shrugged. "But right after that, we start with that step!" Micky let his arm drop from my waist and let go of my other hand. He smiled a relieved smile that was mixed with a little bit of that original smile that I loved so much.

"Your diagnosis, nurse?" he asked in a serious voice. "Will I ever learn how to dance?"

"Actually, you're pretty good for a beginner," I laughed. "Are you sure you've never taken a lesson in your life?"

"Well, I took a rip-off course a while back," he shrugged.

"Which studio?"

"There's more than one?" Micky asked in a panic.

"Duh!" I grinned. "You think only one person's come up with the idea to make people think they're learning something when they're really not?" Micky thought a minute before shaking his head questioningly. "So, which class did you take?"

"One at 'Renaldo's Dance Au Go-go,'" he informed me. I fake gasped. "What's the matter?"

"That's where I took my lessons!" I cried. Micky looked mortified. "Micky, I'm kidding," I laughed. "I taught myself how to dance."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "You can't get results like these," I did a quick step-ball-change and a spin, "from some guy in a dance studio."

Micky attempted to copy my step, but ended up flat on his face. He looked up at me amiably as if to say, "I'll never be as good as you." I laughed and helped him up.

"For now," I smirked, "stick to the program I'm teaching you. We'll get to that, I promise." I looked at a clock. "Looks like your five minutes are up. Let's get back to business, shall we?" Micky nodded and resumed his position. I pushed the play button on the tape player and counted off the beats.

"Dangit!" Micky swore under his breath as he stepped on my foot again. I flinched, but didn't cry out.

"Try this," I said. "When you come up to that step again, think like you're spinning me. That'll help you lead my foot away from where your foot's gonna be."

"Okay," Micky mumbled, unconvinced that this would help much.

"Just trust me on this," I smiled. "How many lessons have I taught you?"

"Five," he answered readily.

"How many times have I screwed you up?"

"None," he blushed.

"Good. Now try it again."

Micky danced around the room, leading me in all the right places until that step came up. He slowed down and pushed slightly on my hand. I moved my left foot back a little just as his right foot landed where my foot had been. He grinned at me like a little boy who had just figured out how to fit a stray piece on a model car.

"Good job!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks," he smiled.

"You're a good student."

"I have a good teacher," he winked. I blushed and giggled.

"You're too much." Micky shrugged and smiled slyly at me.

"Only what I have to be," he whispered, leaning in to me. I could feel his breath on my forehead. He lifted my chin up so I was looking straight at him. His breathing was fairly normal, but mine was shuddering and falling out all over the place.

We just stayed in this position for a long time. The music had long stopped. Only silence remained. Finally, Micky leaned in and our lips met. A shiver went up my spine and fireworks burst in my head.

"WHACHOW!" Rhenda shouted in my brain. "That's my little sister!" I admonished her to be quiet and to not ruin the moment.

When we finally pulled apart, neither of us said anything. We just stared at each other. Then, we kissed again. It was the same thing: barely connected at the lips, but sparks flying all over the room…Or at least, in my wild imagination. It didn't seem quite so wild now.

(-)(-)(-)

"That's it?" Rhenda asked blandly. "No tongues? No hickies? Nothing else?!" Her voice was slowly getting further and further off pitch until she was practically shrieking at me.

"Well, yeah," I shrugged. Somehow, the kisses didn't seem so special anymore. I pushed that thought away. Compared to Rhenda, nothing I ever did was very special. But compared to other people, I was the luckiest girl on Earth! I left my thoughts at that.

"Ugh!" Rhenda exclaimed in disgust. "Is that what 'young love' is like? Oh thank GOD I never had it!" She threw up her hands and made a shuddering sigh. "It sounds so…boring."

"It is not!" I shouted indignantly. "It's…romantic…and beautiful."

"Psh!" Rhenda grimaced, waving her hand in the air. "That's what comes of good minds when they read too many Jane Austin novels."

"I like them," I mumbled quietly. It was bizarre. Suddenly, I had been transferred back to the time when my big sister was God and I was the molecule of dirt, just trying to scrape out as much dignity as I could. Rhenda flipped her hair and puffed out a long sigh. She seemed to pull herself together before looking at me, grinning from ear to ear.

"You know," she smirked, "I don't think I'm treating you right."

"What?" I asked in confusion. One second, Rhenda was bashing my favorite types of books. The next, she was telling me that she wasn't treating me correctly. What the hell?!

"I mean, here you are!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up. When I didn't appear to understand, she grinned and continued. "My little sister! Her first kiss!" (I never kissed Dean. How could I after running away on the first date?) "I should be so happy for you!" Rhenda went on. "And I'm sitting here, questioning the importance of the moment!" She hugged me tightly.

"What?" I repeated. Rhenda looked at me, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "Just kidding," I laughed.

"Psh. Kids," she smirked before hugging me again.