Creek Oneshots

Dancer AU Part 1

      I hear the doorbell ring downstairs and I quickly grab my dance bag and water bottle. I walk down the stairs and open the front door. Leo is standing there in his leotard with his dance bag as well. Leo and I had every dance class together. We also had most of our classes in school together. Leo and I weren't completely alone when we didn't have each other though. Leo had his boyfriend, Kenny McCormick, and I had my other friends, Token Black and Bebe Stevens.

       Bebe was also another person who knew that I did dance. Bebe and I took Ballet and Jazz together, so she also knew Leo. She is a very good friend, always helping out when she doesn't need to. When Leo first developed feelings for Kenny, she sat with Kenny everyday at lunch to see if he had a crush on anyone. Eventually, he admitted that he had a crush on Leopold, and thus their relationship started. She was also very good at makeup and fashion, which is why she wanted to be a fashion designer when she gets out of high school. We were seniors now so it wouldn't be too much longer till we go to college.

My other friend, Token, is a very nice guy. His parents are always doing nice things for the community of South Park and are also very generous people. Token was born into a rich family, but he never thought that he was above someone because his family had money. That was something I admired about Token.

       "Hey there, Tweek! You ready for your first night of pointe?" Leo gave me a quick hug and I hugged him back. I nodded my head and we walked out of my door. Bebe was waiting for us in her car, and we both climbed into the back seat.

        "Hey, you guys ready for your toenails to fall off? Are you ready for the agonizing pain you guys will have for the next few months you take pointe? Are you ready to come home at night and have ice packs on your feet while you do your homework?" Bebe rambled a bit and Leo just looked terrified at all the terrible stuff she was listing about pointe. Bebe and I both giggled as she pulled out of my driveway.

       "You make it sound like there is nothing good about pointe!" Leo whined.
      "No there are lots of good things about pointe." Bebe countered, turning down the road.
       "Like what?" He asked.
       "Well it's pretty and graceful. The teacher is nice, everyone in the class is nice, and also there are only 10 kids in our class so it's pretty small compared to our jazz class!" Bebe exclaimed, pulling into the parking lot of the dance studio.

       We all walked inside and sat on a bench outside of the pointe class. We changed into our pointe shoes and then talked while we waited. We watched the kids in aerial for a few minutes through the glass windows and then moved on to watch the hip hop kids. There was one boy in hip hop that caught my eye. He was wearing a blue muscle shirt and black leggings.

I noticed that he was the only one in the class that was wearing blue converse and a blue chullo hat. Something about that hat reminded me of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I couldn't help but also notice that the boy had bright blue eyes, a pair of eyes I also remembered from somewhere. The teacher called us in for pointe and Bebe, Leo, and I all walked into the studio. The teacher took this class as an opportunity to let everyone introduce themselves and play a few fun little icebreakers. The second half of class she went over positions and the basic anatomy of a pointe shoe.

Bebe was right. The girls in that class really are very nice and also very welcoming. She introduced us to another friend of hers named Wendy. Wendy went to the high school as us and was actually running for president of student council. Wendy was dating a quarterback at our school named Stan Marsh, but by the way she looked at Bebe, I knew that she had feelings for Bebe.

The rest of my night was the same as most other nights. I did my 3-4 hours of homewrok, took a shower, then went to bed. As I lay there awake, staring at the glow in the constellations on my ceiling, I couldn't help but think about the boy in blue. The way his body moved in sync with the music, his blue chullo hat that was messy but not completely destroyed, and his tan skin. The thing that kept me up with thoughts in my head was those blue eyes of his. There was something about his eyes that brought back memories, memories that made me feel a sort of...spark with him. I must be going crazy.