When Worlds Collide (OC x Reader )

Chapter 6: Blow your mind

"I may not be good with words, but I know dance." had been his words.

After a short while you had connected some music to the speakers and got into position, giving Lou a nod for him to press play on the music.

As "Lets get loud" started to play, which you actually really liked for dancing since it alwyays got you pumped up, your body immediately filled with energy and you lifted your chin and straightened your limps as you should.

You started firmly planting your feet before and behind you, making small powerful steps that created noise that echoed trough the room.

Your neck flicked this way and that, the room seemingly heating up from the atmosphere of your dancing.

You turned and clicked your heels, making Lou get sucked into your dancing without you even noticing.

You imagined Raphael beside and behind you as you danced, making steps forward, backwards, right and left, your arms framing your movements and making them look more dynamic.

As the song came to an end you danced to the last second and stopped in a pose when the beat stopped.

Your chest heaved and you panted holding your position a second longer.

Your legs felt like jelly but you didn't let it show as you broke your pose and turned to Lou with an expectant look.

He was still leaning on the wall where the speaker was and his expression was frozen in a dumbfounded expression.

As the song started to play again since it was on loop, he finally seemed to snap out of it and flinched as he quickly bend down to pause the song, fumbling with the phone a bit.

He straightened up and cleared his throat as he walked towards you looking away.

"So? How was it ? Did I blow your mind?" you grinned.

He stopped in front of you and looked up saying "you were okay, fine, it's just..."

"Just??" you prodded at his unfinished sentence as it dragged on.

"Well... you seemed kind of ... rushed?"

"Yeah. That's kind of *why* I'm here. My teacher has *already* been telling me that so ya didn't make a new discovery there buddy. What do you all want ??"

That seemed to 'ruffle his feathers' since he got an indignant expression back on his posh face as he said angrily

"yeah why do you look like a toddler trying to get their parents attention while their texting on their phone?? You look ridiculous.!"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

You called indignantly.

"In ballroom, there's something almost 20 pairs in the same heat dancing in a limited platform dancing *at once* trying to catch the judges eye! If you don't want to loose it you have to show your best moves and to perfection ! I don't have the time to be dallying!"

You countered explaining your plight.
Lous face seemed to calm as his face showed a disgruntled grimace.

"Are you scared? Scared people will loose interest in you? That their attention will shift? That you'll be abandoned and forgotten? You seem as if you think you will loose the onlookers eyes the moment you stop overworking yourself. Why is that??"

Hee questions, too personally for comfort. You look shocked but look away, biting your lip with a frown.

He was silent a few seconds and then stepped closer to you himself.

You were only separated by a few inches now.

"Well... The people there are looking at you. I can guarantee it. You can't be jumping around like a wild horse, looking like you don't know what you're doing.

Everyone will see how good of a dancer you are. Give them time to admire you, admire your elegance and process how kickass you are.

Bask in the attention, appreciate the pauses and moments everyone holds their breath and let your movements hang.

You're cocky aren't you? Show them that you *expect* their attention. That it's obvious they're focusing on you. They'll believe it too."

You gulped, getting a bit red from anger at his less than flattering analogy.

You sighed at the end though.

"All right."

you of course knew what he meant. If you tried to so as many moves as possible in the too little time, trying to keep the judges attention on you, you were bound to make mistakes, be careless and make your moves blur togheter.

"I'll show them." You said with determination.

His voice seemed to drop an octave lower ans you felt his breath on your skin.

"Yeah you will."

He was incredible close, his eyes seemed like the ocean itself, you could drown in it, dangers unknown hiding in the depths of the waters but you would still take that risk.

His skin was pale and a contrast to yours, his cheeks rosy, any kind of emotion immediately appearing clearly on his face by the pigment being more visible.

His lips, wet with saliva, were pink as well, slightly parted as he looked at you with half lidded eyes, his light eyelashes, incredibly long, brushing his cheeks.

You felt your heart beat thrum against your chest and you could swear you heard his too.

Before you could... do something, Lous alarm went off. The one he had set because he had to go early today, since he had an appointment with his doctor again, a weekly thing, now so close to the competition, and it fell on the days you practiced togheter apparently, at the diffrent times though.

You cleared you throat and stepped back first, turning and shuffling to your bag.

Lou let out a quiet "damn it" that you coulndt hear and quickly picked up his bag and stepped up to the door.

He turned to wave and say goodbye but as he saw your turned back rummaging through your bag nervously even tough it was clearly empty, he lost his courage and simply left.

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‼️‼️IMPORTANT‼️‼️

GUYSSSS I hope I didn't exclude many of you with my description of "his pale skim in contract with yours" , he's just rlly fucking pale and I look to imagine you're like opposites. I do sometimes forget not everyone has the same color palette as me when writing cause I have brown hair and eyes and am kinda tan (though the German weather has whitewashed me after living here for 7-8 years, I'm originally from Brazil to give you an idea) so the parallels and contrasts really work in my mind 😭😭

I hope this won't be a problem in the future cause one of the main talking points in the begging and end of story are that the reader isn't fragile or nimble which is why Latin ballroom fits her (I hope it's okay to use she/her since the reader is female presenting and uses feminine clothes in ballroom especially, see in disclaimer for more ) and she is strong and powerful, not skinny and petite (this is not meant in a hateful manner in any way, shape or form, all bodies are beautiful and should receive appreciation but I just wanted to feel seen and represented in a story so I wrote it this way since I often can't relate to other x reader or "y/n" stories ☹️☹️

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND SRRY FOR THE TEASING AT THE END THERE KISSESSS💋💋💋