#everblooms

      “  uh.  ” what an awkward start, coupled with an equally awkward, sheepish laugh. he had been rehearing this event so many times in his head he got first, second and THIRD - hand embarrassment from himself, not just for how pathetic he was, but at what he knew would be a cringeworthy declaration of many things he didn’t have the aptitude to verbalize. “  i have something for you.  ” his throat is cleared, a piece of blank, white paper that had been folded four times thrust against milo’s general direction. because, yes, this was too much for him to do already, so having to do it while looking at the other would have been disastrous. but he doesn’t let go of the paper just yet. “  just promise to give me enough time to run away  —  i mean, look the other way, before you open it. also, don’t read it out loud. and, um, don’t feel obligated to say anything about it. it’s not really a conversation piece, it’s just . . . stuff . . . that i wanted you to know . . . or something like that . . .  ”

      “  so i can step on your toes again ? i don’t think so.  ” truth be told, she was terrible at it ; her ability to be so inherently un - coordinated when it came to dance was embarrassing, & she was sure she was also the worst student ever, too. but, as with most things, saying a flat out no to hannah was practically IMPOSSIBLE. besides, although technically she was horrifyingly terrible, the pair had always ended up in a fit of giggles, & more than the art of dance itself it felt nice to laugh freely and savour the warmth of someone she loved so dearly.  “  — —  is what i want to say. i guess it depends on what you’re offering as compensation, so i can PROPERLY gauge whether i should put myself through the humiliation or not.  ”

      expression breaks into a grin brighter than a thousand watt bulb ( much to the horror of his onlooking teammates who, scarred by the sight, migrated away faster than a cackle of hyenas ), hands folded behind his back but frame leaning towards milo at the touch. he appreciated things like this, little things ; things that radiated a fondness he so desperately wanted from him. “  you came !  ” his cheek rests into the hand embracing it as eyes glint, seeping of a boyish happiness unseen by many. “  did you see me ? i was good today, wasn’t i ? you must be my good luck charm, or something. or maybe it was the kiss. whatever it was, i think i’m going to need you here all the time now. you’re clearly important to my performance.  ”

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