After school I ran as fast as I could to the abandoned studio completely skipping my dance lessons. I locked myself into the parents watching room and moved the red chairs to the side of the wall giving me and open space.
I wanted to dance the way he danced and experience the movements. After twenty minutes of waiting the door to the dance studio pulled open and Phil walked in with his dance shows in his hands.
He placed a boom box in the front of the studio and bent down to tie his shoes which gave me a view of his ass.
I am bisexual and I couldn't avoid starring especially since he couldn't see me through the glass. He tied his shoes and bent down to stretch. His hand reach flat on the ground and his entire body bent as if he was a gymnast. He was extremely flexible which obviously was one of the reasons he moved so precisely on hard moves.
His glasses where gone and the sweatshirt was off leaving a shirtless Phil with tights on in front of me.
I wore a loose white tank top and similar tights that gave me room to dance with confidence.
He pressed play on the boom box and took a stance in 1st position. I masked his position and tried to copy the moves which where all complex and incredibly challenging.
He did a turn into a jump and fell on his last step.
(A/N: I don't dance so just imagine something awesome)
By the end of his dance I was covered in sweat while he was breathing completely normally ready to start his routine over.
I took a deep breath and prepared to start to dance again but it my process of moving I slipped and banged against the floor.
I looked up and saw Phil look at the mirror in fear and he started to approach one of the doors that opened up to the room I was in.
I went from 0 to a hundred real quick and bolted out of the opposite door and to the white long hallway. I could hear the sound of foot steps near me and bolted out of the back exit and into the trees. I leaned behind a tree knowing he wouldn't blindly chase a random person in the trees. I glanced around the tree to see Phil with his hands over his head eyeing the whole forest. Then I saw it the black ballet shoe that belonged to me.
I glanced down at my feet and one of my shoes was missing and the other was loosely hanging on my foot.
He looked like someone had killed his dog and they ran away in the process.
He stopped looking around and glanced at the black dance shoe in his hand. Wtf who a, I why did I just pull a Cinderella. What if he never comes back here and how am I going to explain to my mom that I lost that shoe that took me all summer to pay for.
He spun it in his hand a looked at the shoe size and then I knew I was screwed.
Those were clearly men sized shoes and there wasn't many boy dancers at our school. I didn't go announcing it down the hallways but if he asked any of my friends he might figure out it was me.
His expression went from a confused conflicted state to a small smile and I got confused. Why was this boy happy?
I wanted to shout at him and say it was me and tell him to dance with me but I couldn't do that.

I was warned to stay away and until I could figure out a way to approach him that was what I was going to do.

New chapter whoop whoop even though nobody's reading this haha