Foxtrot Fixings Pv

@Flash Holmwood

"That doesn't make any sense." Her feet fumbled beneath her at Flashes statement, but they swiftly regained their order. "Why even make the rules if they have to be broken?" She asked, never in her life had she been told to break a rule after all her parents instilled the following of orders in her and her siblings at a very young age.

However, these weren't the same rules she had been taught ever so diligently to follow, were they? Yes, they were different. They were the rules of dance, a form of art, a form of science. All of the greatest artists and scientist didn't become great because they followed the rules did they? No they did not, they broke every one of the so called rules and invented their very own. They did as they pleased within their medium.

Though Adlai did trust Flash and thus she decided she would follow his lead, after all what's the worst that could happen? "How do we break these rules in the first place?" The music in her head continued to play, keeping the basic beat she needed to follow the rules of this dance, of this dance that was not fully her own.

@Flash Holmwood

He had smiled, well he grinned, but that was the closest thing to a real smile he had given her this entire interaction. She must have done something good for that to be his reaction to her fumbling confusion about the rules of waltzing and whether or not to break them and if she were to break them, how it would be done. She smiled right back at him.

Yes, she did do something good since it somehow lead to him dipping her which lead to her clinging on to him in fear of falling. Swiftly being brought back up to where both of her feet were on the ground she looked back up at him. Her face felt hot; the music in her head had somehow morphed into music that swirled in her heart.

Then came the panic. Yes, she knew this feeling. This had felt this way for him ever so long ago, it had budded in her chest when he had read her poetry in this very courtyard and grew with every smile and witty banter that was shared between them as time passed. This wasn't good though for he liked another. He liked Anastasia, the one who had taught her this very dance.

She thought she had gotten over this feeling during the period where she actively avoided him, she had told her new friend Mac that Flash was just a very close friend who she missed dearly. She only missed him though because she had hiding.

She hated this. She hated to hate this. It was all so complicated.

She wanted to crawl under one of the benches and hide, but at the same time she didn't want this to end. She wanted to stay and see his smile again, even as the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter around.