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The school bell rang, signaling the end of 4th period. You stopped by your locker to grab some things for the next few periods and made your way to the music room. Thinking you were the first one there, you took a seat and patiently waited for others to come.
Then, out of nowhere, Spanish music started playing. Antonio, your friend and (you guessed it) secret crush. No, I take that back. Not crush. You were totally head over heels in love with him. Anyways, Toni appeared out of nowhere, dressed in a traditional Spanish dancer's outfit.
He walked towards you, hand extended. "Dance with me."
"W-what?" You merely stood motionless, still confused by the previous minute's chain of events.
"Dance with me, ______." He said again, flashing his oh-so perfect smile.
"Uh..." You glanced around the room and, seeing no one, hesitantly took Toni's hand. "Why the heck not?"
He grasped your hand firmly and pulled you close to him, the music's beat speeding up. Your heart fluttered when he flashed you a smile (yes, THAT smile. That perfect, bright smile of his. You know what I'm talking about) and twirled you, pulling you close once more.
"Come on, _______. Dance! Follow my steps." He said, taking your other hand and placing it on his shoulder, his free hand settling on your waist.
"Toni...you know I can't dance." You complained, staring down at your feet as you tried to copy his quick movements. Seeing your trouble, he stopped.
"Querida," You blushed at his endearing nickname for you. "don't look at your feet." He tilted your chin up. "Look at me. Feel my movements and copy them."
He started dancing again, this time more slowly. You stumbled to keep up at first, but soon got the hang of it. You smiled, enjoying the feel of dancing with Toni.
"See? I told you you could do it." You beamed at him, proud of your accomplishment. "Let's try a little faster, okay?"
You nodded and he gradually sped up his movements, twirling you and spinning and the footwork- oh, his quick feet were hard to keep up with! Your breathing rapid, your feet flying, and a smile plastered on your face, you thoroughly enjoyed every second of dancing.
Suddenly, Toni stopped and dipped you. Both of you breathing heavy, he gently pressed his lips to yours, taking you completely by surprise.
You kissed back, ecstatic that Toni returned your feelings. He pulled you upright, still kissing you all the while.
Finally, you broke apart and just smiled at each other, not saying a word.
"Te amo, ______." Toni broke the silence, taking your hand in his.
"I love you too." You gave his hand a loving squeeze. "...We should dance more often."
Then, out of nowhere, Spanish music started playing. Antonio, your friend and (you guessed it) secret crush. No, I take that back. Not crush. You were totally head over heels in love with him. Anyways, Toni appeared out of nowhere, dressed in a traditional Spanish dancer's outfit.
He walked towards you, hand extended. "Dance with me."
"W-what?" You merely stood motionless, still confused by the previous minute's chain of events.
"Dance with me, ______." He said again, flashing his oh-so perfect smile.
"Uh..." You glanced around the room and, seeing no one, hesitantly took Toni's hand. "Why the heck not?"
He grasped your hand firmly and pulled you close to him, the music's beat speeding up. Your heart fluttered when he flashed you a smile (yes, THAT smile. That perfect, bright smile of his. You know what I'm talking about) and twirled you, pulling you close once more.
"Come on, _______. Dance! Follow my steps." He said, taking your other hand and placing it on his shoulder, his free hand settling on your waist.
"Toni...you know I can't dance." You complained, staring down at your feet as you tried to copy his quick movements. Seeing your trouble, he stopped.
"Querida," You blushed at his endearing nickname for you. "don't look at your feet." He tilted your chin up. "Look at me. Feel my movements and copy them."
He started dancing again, this time more slowly. You stumbled to keep up at first, but soon got the hang of it. You smiled, enjoying the feel of dancing with Toni.
"See? I told you you could do it." You beamed at him, proud of your accomplishment. "Let's try a little faster, okay?"
You nodded and he gradually sped up his movements, twirling you and spinning and the footwork- oh, his quick feet were hard to keep up with! Your breathing rapid, your feet flying, and a smile plastered on your face, you thoroughly enjoyed every second of dancing.
Suddenly, Toni stopped and dipped you. Both of you breathing heavy, he gently pressed his lips to yours, taking you completely by surprise.
You kissed back, ecstatic that Toni returned your feelings. He pulled you upright, still kissing you all the while.
Finally, you broke apart and just smiled at each other, not saying a word.
"Te amo, ______." Toni broke the silence, taking your hand in his.
"I love you too." You gave his hand a loving squeeze. "...We should dance more often."
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Spain needs some love, y'all. So I wrote this.
Outfit (or close to) that Toni was wearing: [link]
I don't own Toni or you.
Picture's not mine either.
owns you
Comment! I freaking love comments! Comments make you awesome!
Spain needs some love, y'all. So I wrote this.
Outfit (or close to) that Toni was wearing: [link]
I don't own Toni or you.
Picture's not mine either.
owns you
Comment! I freaking love comments! Comments make you awesome!
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Spain is so cute. I want one.