When Worlds Collide (OC x Reader )

Chapter 2: First contact

" So I heard you can't dance properly and need help. "

Wow, great way to start this off. This would be just , delightful, woulndt it ?

" I heard *you* dance like you have a *stick up your ass*" you retorted and saw his face get red and angry, expression turning hateful.

It was funny how you could make his usually so composed expression turn into such an open one. Yes, the emotion was rage, but it was still an emotion!
The boy was also known for his calm demeanor so it was hilarious to see this side of mister cold and mysterious.

"I DO *NOT*!!" The boy expressed and,

this *needs* to be mentioned,

*stomped his foot*!!

on the ground to show his displeasure. You tried your best not to start howling with laughter at his **stomp**. It was too priceless, he looked like a toddler who didn't get to eat dessert.

The boy sneered and "hmpf"ed while crossing his arms.

"I dance all the steps perfectly and never make mistakes."

"You know what that sounds like?
A robot. Nothing "artistic" about that eh?" you smirked at the boy and walked over to the hooks by the door, hanging your coat.

"And you'd know ?? You haven't even see me dance befo-"
"Dance then."

You interrupted, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.

The boy hesitated for a few seconds ,looking a little lost.
You saw the conflicting emotions in his eyes and said out loud.

"Put on some music chop chop I don't have all day."

He seemed to stiffen at that, looking annoyed and going back to his usual self.

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"wow." You commented after the performance, making lous head turn to you abruptly.

"that was painful to look at." You finished and his expression fell into one of indignation.

"EXCUSE ME?" He screeched.

"You look constipated." You state blandly and see his face turn red with rage.

It was funny but since he was pale every kind of embarrassment or anger was immediately seen because of the contrast in color.

You *looked* at the boy then. He was handsome, yes. But that wasn't all.

Louciano was *beautiful*. His skin was pale with rosy, pouty lips. His eyes were a deep blue, dark and capturing.

His hair was a light blonde that parted a little bit sideways, bangs covering his temples.

He looked like a prince, some would say. He had a mythical kind of beauty to him, something that didn't seem entirely real or achievable by a mere human.

His skin was smooth and seemed soft to the touch, every exposed part flawless and clean, even his hands being slim and fingernails neatly trimmed.

He was wearing some loose black pants and a flowy white t-shirt.

You could tell he was slim but lean. More delicate looking than other boys his age. He seemed almost fragile, even though you knew logically, he wasn't. You'd seem him do practice lifts, which weren't easy.

His dancing was beautiful, you didn't deny that, but...

it didn't seem *right*.

He dances all steps perfectly with precision and no mistakes.

But that was it. He looked elegant and sophisticated , sure.

But his dancing didn't *stick out* it was above average, yes. Better than any ballet dancer you'd ever seen in his age and even some older to be honest.

But something was missing. Something the others had, that he didn't.

"Well what do you want me to change then??" Lous voice interrupted your thoughts.

"I don't know it's just... You seem so robotic ,like you're not stiff or anything but there's nothing behind your movements, they're not... well they're not telling me anything about you. You know what I mean??"

Lou blinked at you and responded blandly.

"Yeah well, unfortunately no, I don't know."

you felt like you were explaining basic human decency to a toddler and face palmed and sighed.

"Well .. usually when dancing, you'd see what kind of person someone is in their dance or see their personality shining through. That's because you put emotions into dance right? So you see them-" You stopped yourself as you saw Lous confused expression.

"You... put emotion in your dance...don't you?"

you ask hesitantly.
Lou makes an expression as if you were the stupidest thing in existence.

"What shit are you talking about?"

you felt your mouth almost drop.

"I mean the emotions you're feeling during your dance ???? THE ONES YOU FEEL AND SHOW AND-"

You cut yourself off once again.

What the hell is wrong with this posh idiot. ?

"Seriously do you even feel anything ??? What the hell have those dozen private teachers been teaching you?? You'd think after mommy and daddy spoiled you so much you'd at least-"

"SHUT UP!!!"

...

silence filled the room. This was diffrent from his precious annoyance. This was real anger.

You kept quiet, observing the boy as he panted and stood frozen, gaze on the ground.

"You don't know anything..." you heard him whisper. You wouldn't have been able to hear it were it not for the deafening silence.

Suddenly the boy stormed past you and grabbed his bag beside the door before
and left the room.

You were frozen until the thud of the door closing echoed in the room.

You looked at the door confused.

Had you said something wrong ?

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SOOOOO how was it????? hope you liked it yall and yeah I don't have many notes this week :'x

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