"we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once" p.

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    I hesitated. "I never liked it. My dad just wanted me to sign up, because I don't think I was the son he wanted. He wanted a kid that he could relate to." Why was I spilling my guts to him? "Nevermind," I said. "It's not really important." That wasn't really true. It was important to me, I just doubted it was important to him.

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    I nodded, my dad's image coming to mind. It was hard to know if he was proud, but I felt like he would be. I shook out my hair, my father's image fading as he stopped talking suddenly, "No. No, if you need to talk then talk. Trust me, I know." I offered with a smile.

    I nodded my head with thanks. "I don't know. He always wanted me to be tough and athletic, and he wanted to talk to me about football and... Girls." Then I realized that no one knew I was gay. I mean, not for sure. Some people might have haunch or something, but I was kind of nervous about being open about it. Hopefully he didn't really catch my little stumble. "I want that normal father-son relationship, but we've never had it."

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    I felt him stumble but didn't think of it. I just assumed maybe it was a touchy subject or his dad was an awkward person to talk about girls with. I couldn't relate, but whatever. I nodded and shrugged, "I wish I could help but my help ends at just listening. My dad's been dead for twelve years.." I said that last part while rubbing my neck, a habit I do often.

    I looked down at my hands, playing with my fingers. "I'm sorry... I never knew my mom. She isn't dead, but she left before I was old enough to really spend time with her, and I never found her, despite all of my efforts to get in contact." It was an awkward conversation but it was nice to say it. Those thoughts were lingering in my mind my whole life, pleading to have their story told, but I never had anyone I could connect with, or that even had the heart to listen.

    I shrugged, and quickly changed the subject. "So, what do you do now that you quit football?" I asked, looking up with clear bright green eyes.

    I smiled to myself and lifted my gaze up from my fumbling hands. "That's what I was trying to figure out today, but I didn't find anything..."


    ( I think that when JC learns about Cam dancing, it should be that he knows that he goes somewhere every day but doesn't know where. Then football practice is cancelled, and he follows him there out of curiosity... But that can wait. ^^ )

    [align=center][sub]"Ah. Well, I hope you find something soon. Boredom kills." I smirked with a chuckle. I looked up at the clock and smield wider, my shift was over. I took off my apron and hung it up, grabbing my bag and hopping over the counter.

    - time skip to next day -

    I ran out the building once the bell rang, signaling that school was over. I walked down the sidewalk, looking up from my feet to see the quaint dance studio. I peered around, making sure no one saw me as I entered. "Hello?" I called out. A woman with dressed in a thick sweater raised her eyebrows at me. She had a cigarette in her mouth, and her hair was messy and in a bun. "What do you want?" she asked. I shuffled my feet. "I, uh, came to see if I could... Sign up." I heard one of the girls behind me try to suppress a chuckle. I couldn't see myself, of course. I wasn't facing the mirrors, but knowing me, I probably turned a nice shade of pink. She squinted and looked me up and down, as if she could tell just like that if I could dance. "Fine," she said finally. "But next time, don't wear jeans, Einstein. Bring something you can actually dance in. For now you'll just watch." I nodded quickly and leaned against the wall, then tucking my knees into my chest. I looked at he point shoes the girls wore. They looked like they hurt. I silently prayed that I wouldn't have to wear those for a while yet.

    Ok, I hate to admit it but for once I skipped the begining of football to follow Cam. Well I hadn't intended to follow him but I saw him walking and I got curious, so I ditched telling my step-dad I couldn't work to follow him. I lost him, but watched as he walked away. I shrugged and jogged back to practice.

    - time skip -


    This was now my 5th practice. I quickly made my way over to the dance studio and got changed. I went back into the main room to stretch before the others got here. It was a bit strange to be the only guy in a class of girls, but I guess there are a lot of male dancers... Just not around where I lived. This section of London seemed to be lacking some male dancers, for whatever reason. I didn't think about much though, by now.


    (I completely forgot where he lived until now. I was imagining it taking place in America, so now it's really hard for me to picture Cam and JC with British accents. ^^)

    {I can..xD}


    This time, I didn't lose Cam and was utterly shocked by what I saw. He was walking into a..dance studio?! I shut my mouth and raised an eyebrow, maybe he has a little sister or maybe he likes to dance. No way, the same guy that plays tackle is a dancer? I walked into the studio and sat in a corner, pulling my hood up. I might as well see if he's any good.

    The teacher, who I now knew was named Mrs. Wilkinson. "Weren't you listening yesterday? Class is cancelled today," she told me. "Oh..." I replied. I picked up my bags and turned around, only to see JC sitting in the corner. "Sh*t," I muttered.

    I stood up and pulled down my hood, my fluffy brow hair falling over my eyes as I smirked. "A dancer, I see." I said, my thick accent erupting from my throat. I walked over to him and asked, "So, you any good?"

    I bit my lip and replied, "Um, yeah... A dancer." I was glad that JC was the one to find out, because it seemed like I could trust him."I'm not too good yet..." I left the building and gestured for him to follow. "Did you follow me here?" I asked, trying to suppress a small grin.

    I chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yes, but ni my defence I wanted to make sure you weren't a drug dealer.." I smirked, my lightly tanned face twisting into a quite attractive expression. The line of freckals seemed to dance on my nose, the sun shighing into my ocean eyes as we walked, my feet making little noise on the pavement.

    I'm pretty sure I was staring at JC for quite a bit, so I hoped he didn't notice. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" I thought about it for a second, and then added, "Especially my dad, if you see him."

    I shrugged, "I don't see why you're embarrased, but ok." I said as I patted his back. I looked around and sighed at the beautiful day, it was my day off and I was starved. "Wanna go grab some fish and chips? My treat." I added with a wider smile as I grabbed his wrist and began pulling his towards the stand, my stomach growling deeply.