Roman gathered up his stuff quickly and grabbed Logan before he left. "Logan, where's the tap classes at?"

"May I ask why this is a priority to you? I was unaware you were taking extra lessons if that's the reason," Logan replied, arching an eyebrow and pulling his arm from Roman's' grip.

"No, no, I'm not taking extra lessons, I just need to shout at the bitch who got me late."

"Are you looking for a mirror, then?"

Roman pulled back, a mixture of stun, offence and pride. "Savage, specs, but I meant my twin."

"Remus?"

"Yes."

Logan nodded, pushing up his glasses. "Well, then, follow me," He said calmly and began to lead Roman down the corridor.

A few minutes into walking, Roman finally noticed a third set of footsteps from behind them, so he turned around to see none other than Virgil Whitlaw, with Airpods in, on his phone. He seemed to sense someone looking at him because he glanced up and smirked rudely.

"Hey, Prince," Whitlaw said. "How'd being forty minutes late work out?"

"Hey, Whitlaw," Roman responded quickly, smiling back. "How's no longer being the special one working out?"

Virgil breathed in sharply and his grip around his phone tightened. "You got lucky, Prince. If I were in charge, I wouldn't even have let you in. You're a slacker, unprofessional and I'd rather eat a rat than respect your dancing 'skill'."

Roman was taken aback by this sudden burst of fury. "Jesus, dude, what? It's a joke, Whitlaw, ever heard of one before? Why you even walking this way anyway?"

"Because I," Virgil answered with a scowl, coming to an abrupt stop at a door, "Take dance seriously, unlike some of us. Prince." And, with that, he ducked into the class and shut the door.

Roman glared, before jogging back over to Logan. "Whitlaw's a little bitch," He grumbled, grouchily.

"You don't need to antagonise him, though," Logan replied calmly.

"Oh, come on, specs, he started that one! He's snarky to me, I'm snarky back, and then he snaps and insults me." Roman glanced over his shoulder. "Spoiled brat. Probably gets given whatever he wants, all the dance teachers love him and now he's realising some people just don't care."

Logan hesitated but eventually agreed. "Yes, I will admit that Virgil is hard to tolerate at the best of times, let alone get along with. He is an exceptional dancer but he's let it get to his head. Quite unprofessional, I must say."

"Exactly," Roman huffed. "He needs to chill. It's not like having friends will ruin his dancing or whatever."

.-.

Remus smacked his shoes rhythmically on the ground, tapping away gleefully. Today had been hilarious. He could practically hear Roman's' embarrassment when he found out he was late and Remus wallowed in it. So absorbed in his amusement, he didn't notice his fellow dancers leave the room and a certain ballroom dancer entering.

"Hey, rat," Grunted Janus Adders, leaning in the doorframe in all his mildly sweaty glory. "Still kicking the floor, I see."

"Hey, double dicks," Replied Remus, tapping away. "The floor deserves it."

Janus snorted and smirked, walking in. He was dressed in a light, pastel yellow shirt and a jacket was wrapped around his waist. His skin was a creamy brown, with patches of darker skin, thanks to his vitiligo. He made his way over to the speakers and unlocked Remus's' phone.

"Jan, whatcha doing?" Remus asked, stopping his tapping slowly, watching Janus tap away on his phone.

"Changing the music," Janus answered, the beat vanishing with a small stammer. "Because you're tap dancing to WAP." 

Remus grinned. "It's a good beat."

Janus arched an eyebrow at him and then changed the music. The song that came on afterwards was a lot gentler and the pace was smooth and slow. Remus frowned, listening for a count, as Janus glided over and slid his hands into his friends.

Remus went bright red first before a mad beam spread over his face. "I'm leading, Adders!"

Janus scoffed and spun Remus around as the music burst suddenly and swiftly dipped the other. "In your dreams, Prince."

"Well," Remus whispered, leaning in closer. "My dreams usually involve a bed and fewer clothes, but I'll settle for this."

The ballroom dancer arched an eyebrow, unamused, as he hissed, "Pervert."

"You're fault for being so hot," Replied Remus.

"Wait, you were talking about me-?!" Janus spluttered and Remus took the opportunity to turn the tables. His hand on Janus's' back tensed and he whipped up, giving 'back bender' a new name as he swung Janus down towards the ground. Janus yelped, grabbing at Remus's' shirt in shock and wrapping his legs as fast as he could around Remus.

The two stared at each other, Janus's' face red and Remus with a dirty smirk. "Now, this is more like my dreams," He whispered, making Janus turn even redder.

"You f-fucking bitch, g-get off me," Janus protested weakly, pushing Remus off him and folding his arms stubbornly.

Remus laughed, slinging his arms around Janus's' neck. "It's cute when you stammer, Adders. Do it again."

"Sh-shut up, bitch, or I will kill you," Janus growled grumpily.

"Aw, you love me and my gag reflex really," Remus teased.

Janus blushed. "Too much information, Remus!"

Remus grinned and a moment of silence passed between the two, the gentle music from the speakers being the only sound. Remus glanced up at Janus, who was slightly taller than him, by half an inch. He seemed to be quietly lost in the rythm and he looked so gentle that Remus wanted to try. It probably would go awfully but trying wouldn't hurt. Remus shuffled softly to his feet, unwrapping his arms slowly and began to move, to hold Janus's' face in his hands and to kiss him until he couldn't feel his lips or tounge. His finger brushed Janus's' chin, getting the ballroom dancer's' attention.

"Hey, Janus," He began softly, feeling his face heat up shyly. "Can I-?"

"Remus, you son of a bitch!"

The two jolted apart and Remus silently cursed. Moment ruined.

Roman and Logan stood in the door, the former looking furious and the latter almost bored. "I asked you to text me so I wouldn't be late, you fucker!"

Janus frowned, looking confused and a little upset. "Who's he?"

"Roman!" Exclaimed Remus, forcing a mad grin. "How late were you? Did you struggle without your beloved brother's' guidance?"

"For your information, Remus, Roman was around forty minutes late," Logan piped up. "And he even had to pick a fight with Virgil Whitlaw on the way here."

Remus shrugged. "Don't blame you, Whitlaw's a jumpy little bitch. Always acts like I'm gonna kill him, or something."

"Remus, who's he?" Janus asked again, a little louder.

"Right, right, okay. Janus, this is Roman, my twin. Roman, this is Janus, my-" Remus paused slightly. "Friend." Janus glanced at the ground.

Roman flashed one of those killer smiles that only he managed to make to Janus. "Charmed. Remus, can we go home already? I need to scream into a pillow and eat ice cream."

Logan frowned. "That can't be healthy."

"Sure thing, bro, let me grab my phone." Remus made his way over to where his phone was plugged into the speakers and hesitated, before turning off the music and stuffing his phone into his pocket. He climbed up onto the small black stage that was present in practically every dance studio, grabbed his bags and began to change his tapshoes to trainers. He finished quickly and padded over to Roman. "Bye, Adders!" He called to Janus.

"See you later, Remus," Janus smiled back hesitantly.