I was stuck.
After spending almost a week straight at the infirmary, my loving siblings staged an intervention, complete with note cards and sympathetic looks. For the grand finale, they sang "We're All In This Together" and "Kumbaya" before explaining the horrors that awaited me in my free time. They were sending me back in time, to when I still had a life, and I felt horrible.
They were making me take dance classes.

I'm not sure about anyone else, but I loved dance. For ten years, I sweat, bled, and breathed dance, and was at the studio near my house every day. My mom assumed I was more into the hip hop scene, which is why she made me quit when she figured out I was taking contemporary, ballet, and lyrical classes instead.
Ever since, I'd never tried again, even though I missed it. The feeling of release it gave me made me feel unstoppable, but my mother, bitter, broke it.

But I still ended up taking the damned classes. I had lost most of my flexibility, but still did better than most natives to the class: the Drew Tanaka look-alike American Girl dolls. I wasn't the only guy, however, as our instructor was none other than Cecil. He was one of the only people I knew who was aware of his body, and it didn't surprise me that the "chick magnet" himself was teaching a dance class.

I pique-d lightly across the floor when I was told, and even did the petite allegro, even though my lungs hurt severely afterwards, my vertical better than even Katie Gardener, who had scarily long legs.

At the end, after our hard work, I finally was given an opportunity to relax. Cecil, the wonderful best friend that he was, turned on my favorite song and flashed a grin my way.

And now that I'm without your kisses.

I poured out my emotions, my frustration and regret and joy, and just let go.

Eventually, the music stopped, and I felt eyes burning into my back. They didn't belong to any of my classmates, but to Nico, who was in the window, waiting for me. His jaw was hanging down, and I knew I had impressed him.

WOot.

I'll be needing stitches. - Shawn Mendes

Hey guys, I'm a dancer so this chapter basically compulsory. I thank you all for reading so far, and I am very pleased with this one. PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU! Comment any AUs or songs to help my story along, I will try to use them! Otherwise I have to keep using my own music taste.

You don't want me to deal with that, do you?

And hey. Thanks.

(bonus points if you understood the reference)