Subtle
Zach was not exactly a subtle person. He was rambunctious, flamboyant, exaggerated in everything he did and said. He had always acted out, always shared his opinion, and always danced to the beat of his own slightly eccentric drummer.
But he had a problem, and that was with his rather big crush on one certain purple shape shifter. Which wasn’t the problem in itself, as she was well aware of it. The problem lay in Zach’s dancing skills.
Or lack of them, that is.
See, Zach had kind of foolishly agreed to bring Magenta to this really popular new dance club before remembering that he danced like an electrocuted monkey.
And that was being cruel to electrocuted monkeys.
So he needed help, he needed it badly, and he needed it bad.
“Will.” Zach sat in front of the boy he considered to be his best friend, or at least his best boy-friend, since he really liked Magenta, too. “I need your help.”
Will blinked at him. “With what.”
“I need to know how to dance.”
Will laughed. “To dance?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you do it before, you don’t look like a dying fish on land.” Zach sighed. “Like I do. Give me a hand, please?”
“All right,” Will laughed. “Meet me after lunch, right? On our spare, at the gym. There’s no classes there then.”
“You are a lifesaver man,” Zach grinned, bounding away in typical fashion.
As soon as he was gone, Warren looked up from the novel he’d been hiding behind during this entire exchange. “I didn’t know you danced, Stronghold.”
“Sure, my mom taught me,” Will nodded.
“Hn.” Warren looked thoughtful. “Think you could lend me a hand, then?”
Will blinked. “You want to learn to dance, too?”
Warren shrugged. “I’m trying to impress someone.”
“Hn.” Will nodded, slowly. “Yeah, sure, why not? Hey, let’s get a head start, right? I have a feeling you’ll pick this up a whole lot faster than Zach, so....”
Warren stood. “Let’s go.”
Zach bounced towards the gym, starting to push the doors open. He was about to bound in, all ready to go, when he froze.
Something was... different, right now.
Two pairs of shoes lay just inside the door, one a heavy pair of Docs, the other a scuffed pair of blue tennis shoes, both easily recognizable as Warren and Will’s. And when Zach leaned against the door, peering through that crack carefully, he saw something he’d not expected.
Barefoot, Will and Warren danced slowly to some unheard melody. Though Warren was definitely the taller one, Will appeared to be leading, Warren’s head resting softly on the top of Will’s. There was a soft, pensive look to those normally seething eyes, Warren’s dark eyebrows smoothed out, a soft almost smile on his lips. Will had his eyes closed, and he looked like he was humming softly, one hand on Warren’s thin waist, the other clasping the taller’s hand in proper waltz form, though they had apparently been pulled closer together than they’d started with, and appeared to have lost all contact with the outer world. Even as Zach watched, breath baited, he saw their feet cease to touch the floor as Will unknowingly floated them off the ground. Warren didn’t react save to tighten his hold a little on Stronghold, and slide his eyes shut.
Zach stepped back from the door, letting it close gently.
He’d ask Will another time.
He knew better than to interrupt that.
So he wasn’t subtle.
But then again... neither were they, were they?
Return to Sky High.