Hey! Second one of the night! Prompted by 'Cabitha' Love your user pic!
Ballroom Dance
Beginning
"I don't think I can do it." Jerome sighed, shaking his head. He looked at himself in the mirror again, and he had always been so confident about his appearance, but today was different.
"Just don't think about it." Alfie suggested, shrugging. "Although it would be much easier if you were going out with her-"
"Well I'm not." Jerome stated. Almost angrily. He sighed. "Sorry, Alf. I just…It hurts sometimes to have her so close to me, and yet…not have her,"
"You could though," Alfie urged quietly, sitting beside his best friend on the bed "She's not seeing Mick anymore. Just go up to her, she likes you already. I can't stand seeing you like this,"
"She won't say yes," Jerome shook his head, resting it in his palms, eyes closing. Remembering when he asked her out before. It had taken him weeks to get up to that point, just to ask her to lunch, and she had dashed his hopes in a matter of seconds. He couldn't set himself up like that again. "I can't take that critical hit again."
"Hey, you'll bounce back," Alfie sighed "You always do buddy. Now let's go, Sweetie didn't create this class just so we could be late to it."
Jerome looked up at him, shocked. It was very unlike Alfie to be worried if they were late to class. Especially Ballroom Dancing. Then Jerome realised "Amber's your partner isn't she?"
Alfie grinned wildly "You know it!"
Line Break
"Boys, hold up your right hand, and girls your left," Mr Sweet instructed from the stage hall. Everyone did as they were told "And now place them together," Mara and Jerome's hands fit together, and Jerome felt an electric shock zig-zag up through his arm. "Now, boys, your other hand on your partners waist."
Jerome took a deep shuddering breath, and placed his hands hesitantly on her small waist. He was incredibly light, not quite touching her, his hand floating there. "And girls, your spare hand on your partners shoulder,"
Mara did as instructed, and then the music started and they danced how they had been taught. It was obvious Mara had learnt the steps, but Jerome knew them as well. "Are you okay, Jerome?" Mara asked, looking up at him curiously. Jerome managed to meet her eyes, and contorted his face into a smile
"Yeah, fine. Sorry, Jaffray. Just a bit tired that's all."
They did the spin and his hand had to grip her waist more firmly to make sure she came back in the correct position. And he found he had stopped shaking. "You need to relax," Mara soothed, smiling gently. But then she looked troubled
"Actually, Jerome. There's something I wanted to tell you,"
"Oh?"
"Well…I didn't just ask you to be my partner because you were the only person left." She admitted "There were loads of people left. I just…wanted to see what it was like to dance with you," she smiled shyly. Jerome grinned
"And how is it, Jaffray?" Jerome could do this, he could flirt with her quite well, because for a few moments, he could pretend that he was dating her. And he was willing for any time, real or imaginary that Mara Jaffray loved him back.
Mara swallowed "Better than I could have dreamed," she whispered, and she stepped closer, resting her head against his chest comfortably, letting their intwined hands drop, as she placed both hands on his shoulders. But no one noticed, they were all too wound up in each other. Jerome placed his other hand uncertainly onto her waist. And apparently this was the right thing to do, because she smiled.
Mara listened to his heart beat, and it was accelerating, much like hers "You know what I realised yesterday?" she whispered as they twirled.
"What?" Jerome whispered back
"That…I love you," she kept her head against his chest, and his heart accelerated again, she pulled back to gauge his reaction.
"Thank you," he whispered, hugging her tightly. Mara frowned, baffled "I love you too, I've always loved you. Always. Always."
Mara stood shocked, before smiling happily "Really?"
"Always,"
I quite like ending with the one word speech thing. I don't know why.
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