Dance

After I reach home I know Hazel is not home and I am not the person so fond of spending my time with the family drama club, which usually includes my dad, a crime investigator who is always gone, and the mum who has the talent to turn any conversation or argument of anything funny or anything sentimental to something threatening or some sort of lecture.

But I rather found myself wondering what happened in that encounter with Percy, what was he hiding? was there anything he was scared of? why was he so eager to listen to the whispered?

I got into the shower thinking about that turquoise eyed thinking what was going on in his head. Then after coming out and getting out, I went out.

I got some sugar mountains and a latte and went out of the shop and found that it has started to rain. I thought to get in the shop again then thought against it as I heard music from the park or now the gym. I went in but turned around when discovered that it was closed, but why is the music on then?

To inquire I went in without making any sound. When I entered what I think is the training area, I discovered a site that left me bewildered.

A guy SHIRTLESS, WAS DANCING.

no no wait,

It wasn't any guy it was Percy

I wanted to turn and go back to bury my face in a pillow and cry about how handsome he is but I can't help but just jump in shadows to secretly watch him dance......

The lyrics just started.

First things first I'mma say all the words inside my head

I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh

The way that things have been, oh ooh

His hand movements were just magical...... Perfect curves, perfect movements.....

Second things second Don't you tell me what you think that I could be

I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh

The master of my sea, oh ooh

The way he moved his legs it looked like electric fire, so fast and catchy......

I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me

His eyes were closed but by his expression, it was clear that he wasn't imitating it, it was all real.

Singing from heartache from the pain

Taking my message from the veins

His dance was so magnificent, maybe because he was feeling every line, it reflected the pain and anger with cold feelings.

Speaking my lesson from the brain

Seeing the beauty through the...

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

His hands moved perfectly in soft curls with decency like in ballet.

Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer

His legs and expressions on the contrary moved like wildfire in the forest covering every corner, every landing, every move was perfect and his expressions were just complementing the dance.

Pain! Let the bullets fly, oh let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from...

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

If anyone wants the example of ying-n-yang then this is it, soft curves and delicate movements of hands along with sharp angles and electric leg movements. Just Perfect.

'Just perfect'.... I thought.

For the rest of the song I came out of shadows and stood there waiting for him to stop so I can dip him in wax and pack him up and put a tag of 'My Mr.Perfect any intruders will be thrown in hell'.

But somewhere I knew I did not want this performance to end. Unfortunately, he opened his eyes.

For a movement, he stood there staring at me maybe because I, with an open mouth was staring at his bare chest.

"Neeks what are you doing here?" he said still staring at me but now trying to get rid of the sweat on his forehead. His expression from dance was starting to melt but I knew he was covering it. "A...Just came here to check out the gym." I said eyes still on his chest.

He moved his arms on his waist and pulled a grin and said "Looks like your checking something else out Di Anglo." aaaaaa can this boy be anymore sassy.

But I did catch a big red blush slowly forming on his cheeks before he turned around to grab his shirt. Mmmmmm play along Nico.

"Oooh don't dress up cause I am here....... Fine I did like what I saw" at this, he turned with an expression of sly grin which I obviously Ignored.

"Whatever. Wait what are you doing here?" I asked "Well first off I asked that and second, my stepfather owns this place not much of a place tho." he explained.

"ooo. I was just grabbing some donuts when I heard the music and followed it, which led here."

"Donuts?" he asked with a goofy smile and wide eyes. "yeah," I said taking out some sugar mountains and handing him over which he delightfully accepted. "Thanks, man, you have no idea how much I love donuts," he said chewing a donut-like a little kid. Which by the way I enjoyed watching.

We then walked out of the gym and the next thing I know we were talking and walking.

This day might not be so bad after all.