never wanted to dance with nobody but you. [stefy x hayato]

[ohstefyelectric]

• It was more often than not that her legs wound up feeling sore, though for once they werenâ??t entirely feeling too bad. Turning onto her side and groaning softly, the female let her eyes open and stare out the bay window of her dorm room, the sun was pouring down on her as though demanding that she get up or be forced to get up by the amount of light. It was quite unfortunate how everything managed to get so much brighter during Winter, with the white snow piled up outside, she turned onto her back and closed her eyes, feeling something odd coming on because there was something she was supposed to be doing today. .
  
  Shit! Looking over at her clock, the Latina raised up immediately, rubbing a hand over her honey colored eyes which generally varied within the hazel variety. She wouldnâ??t make it in time, but that didnâ??t stop her from trying to not be late as she got out of the bed quickly and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. This taking fifteen minutes within itself, smelling like peaches thanks to her shampoo and soap, the female bounded barefoot out of the bathroom wrapped in the cotton fabric of a towel. Now, just for a little insight on this female who only had five minutes to get downstairs into the schoolâ??s central auditorium, she just so happened to be Daisy Mariella Franco. With this being said, she was one of the names about the school of dancing arts that wasnâ??t far from being acknowledged, whether it be for dancing or for the general way the female was.
  
  Standing at a mere five five, the curvy framed female began pulling on her red bra at which held and supported her D cup well, clasping it behind her back and pulling the matching underwear up with it. Pulling a pair of black footless tights up her lower half, the school was well enough heated for the cold winter air outside not to creep up on anyone, the female pulled a black and white striped off the shoulder tunic on her frame. The hem of the dress stopping at the middle of her thighs, the female snagged a pair of black heeled ankle boots from her closet before scooping up her dancing bag as well, bounding out of her dorm room after grabbing a few other things as well. The auditorium door creaking in a positively annoying way, Daisy let out an inaudible sigh, rolling her eyes and ignoring the stares toward the ten minute late seventeen year old. �Good morning Daisy. Glad you could join us.� One of the teachers on stage said with a broad grin, the female sitting among her group of friends, still holding her shoes and grumbling to one of her friends about not calling to wake her up.
  
  â?Ladies and Gentlemen, as you all know, itâ??s the time of the year where the school places two groups of entirely different dance genres together to create a mash up.â?
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[hayato [ uchiha ]]

His eyes lightly sighed as he was headed to class. This was probably going to be boring as hell. He wasnâ??t sure how things were going to end, but from the look on everyoneâ??s faces, this was going to be dull. Contemporary and Hip Hop dancing are two different ideas, but the only thing that they both share is body movement. Brandon was one of the few people who were acknowledged for this piece. He wasnâ??t the best in the class, but he was good enough to be part of the performance. The moment he sat down, he started to look at the teacher and smirked.

â?? Thereâ??s going to be a Bboy jam in about a couple of hours. I need to be there so hurry this shit up.â?

He spoke as he was rushing them. The teacher seemed rather appalled, but it didnâ??t matter since Brandon was going to speak his mind whether or not he was going to be hated for it or not. Light and pale like the moon on a fair night; Brandonâ??s slender form of five feet and ten inches is rarely overlooked. Gentle orbs that mimic the sky lay nestled below narrow eyebrows, almost always arched in curiosity, giving off a knowing stare to those gentle orbs. Slender and straight his nose travels down his lean face, stopping short of supple lips of light pink. From atop his crown lays russet in disarray, sticking out at every which way, before flowing gently down, never obscuring the gold ring that lay steady in the lobe of his nearly pointed ear. Deceptive to his unthreatening appearance, every muscle that rests beneath that slender frame bears the ripples of days hard worked. Though it is not a surprise, which many do not know as Brandon prefers the clothes that often sway, as to the restrictive confines of those that do not.

Break dancing was Brandonâ??s base for everything. When it came to footwork, he would practice top rocking and other stylish steps from routines. He wouldnâ??t copy them, but just change it up to make it his own. He was always able to manipulate moves and turn them into something amazing. You canâ??t teach creativity. The strength in his power moves come from the martial arts that he learned as a kid. Brandon took martial arts seriously, but sometimes dancing was just more important. He started to incorporate a new form of dance where it mixes martial arts, break dancing, gymnastics, and other things into one. It is called Tricking.

â?? Alright class, I need you guys to pair up. It has to be one from the hip hop class and one from the contemporary class! â??

The teacher spoke as she looked around. It seems the people have been paired up with besides the one that was being a loud mouth. Within seconds a student came in and that sparked an idea. This student was one of her better students. If this student can change this kidâ??s attitude then maybe there is hope for him yet.

â?? You are going to be paired up with Daisy Mariella Franco.â?

With that, Brandon sighed as he didnâ??t bother to get angry. All he did was walk over and noticed the Latina. She was curvaceous and is very well developed. She would be a good dancer and a good partner.

â?? Hi my name is Brandon Pham. Its very nice to meet you.â?

 

[ohstefyelectric]

• Crossing her legs once she sat down and managed to get her shoes on her feet, her bangs dusting over her eyes and her soft curls of hair falling over her shoulders and back, even though she had gotten comfortable, the female blinked when the woman directed someone to her. . Saying her entire name at that. The Portuguese and Colombian girl raising a brow just slightly as she noticed a male walking in her direction, unfortunately, he was not the first to take her figure in from a distance and cross that very same distance just to get a closer look. However, when it occurred to her that he was her partner for the pairs, she blinked faintly and looked to the woman at whom was the instructor of the contemporary dance department; Daisy could kill her. Shaking her head just lightly, the female who was surrounded by her friends looked back to the male who had stated his name was 'Brandon Pham', "Nice to meet you too. . And it's Daisy, just Daisy. Don't worry about saying the rest." Her words were rich with accent that fit the naturally alluring nature of her face, knowing most teachers butchered her name, it was best to just let everyone else stick to Daisy.
  
  The not - so - delicate flower looking up at him again, she tapped her thumb lightly with the rest of her fingers before raising a brow just slightly, "So you're a b-boy huh?" This was rhetorical, standing up after finding a pen in her bag, she clicked it softly and took a hold of his hand. Taking a moment to glance at her teacher and the rest of the pairs that were being set together, Daisy knew that this was going to be a bit different, if not difficult, for all of them, though with their pairs being made, there were always plans to be made right along with them. Her partner was cute, but she wasn't going to get too worked up over it, writing her phone number in his hand, "I have to do something in a little bit, but later on today we should talk more." She paused for a moment, re-clicking her pen and turning on her heels, Daisy glanced over her shoulder at him, "Call me. Brandon Pham." Yeah, Daisy was that sort of alluring, the type to be short and to the point about most things but still maintain an attractive aura. She knew one too many girls that couldn't do that. [/list:u]