Tiny dancer (Aaron x Reader)

Aaron | Tiny Dancer

I looked up, and found her looking back at me. Those [E/C] (we're finally using the lingo) eyes, glittering like gems, left me speechless. Her [S/T] (we're using all the lingo) skin glistened with sweat, and her [H/L] [H/C] hair tumbled around her face. (unless you have REALLY short hair. In which case, ignore that)

She smiled, snapping me out of my trance, and made a silent clapping motion. I mimicked the motion, and she took a bow, me following suit.
I was about to stand up, to leave the music room and, finally, speak to her, when the bell rang, signalling the end of the free period.

That damn bell. From the way her face clouded over, I could tell she was as upset as I was. She crouched down again, I could only assume to change her shoes, before slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder and dashing out into the hall.

I watched, unmoving, as she ran down that hallway, until her [S/T] skin, [H/C] hair, and oversized gym uniform dissapeared around the corner, and I stayed that way until I could no longer hear her footsteps.

That damn bell.

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The next day, I walked into my homeroom to find it full of two-person desks instead of single ones. From the confused buzzing of my classmates, I gathered I wasn't the only one in the dark about this. Great, I thought to myself, I'm going to have to share a desk with someone.

Once we had taken our seats- me choosing one in the back corner -the teacher explained that the roof of one of the homeroom classes had caved in due to a pipe leak- or something like that. I wasn't paying much attention. I was on my phone, when someone snapped their fingers in front of my face.

"Hellooooooo."

I looked up, and did a double take as I saw the girl in front of me. I almost didn't recognise her- Almost- but it was her, my Tiny Dancer.

And I knew what her voice sounded like.
And she was speaking to me.

"It's you, right?"
She asked
"The one who plays the piano? In music room three?"

I nodded, too awestruck to speak. I only then realised how fitting the name Tiny Dancer was. In the classroom, dancing, she looked larger than life. She took up the whole room with her presence alone.
But here, I realised she didn't even come up to my shoulder. (sorry tall people, but for the sake of this story, you're going to have to be one of us short people. Actually- I'm not sorry. Suffer)

I snickered, and her brows furrowed
"What?"
"It's just- you really are a Tiny Dancer."
"Hey!"
She chastised.
"Are you calling me short?"
"Well, yeah"
I answered.

She plopped down into the seat next to me without asking, and hit my arm.
"Don't call me short. Ever."
She ordered.
"Or what, Tiny Dancer?"
I challenged. She glared at me murderously.
"Or I end you."
I chuckled, and put my face a bit closer to hers.
"I'd like to see you try."
She did the same.
"Is that a challenge, Piano Man?"
"It could be, Tiny Dancer."
"I have a name, yknow"

I feigned shock.
"Really!? I never would have guessed!"
She rolled her eyes, but I could see she was smiling.
"It's [Y/N]."
"Cool."

"This is the part when you tell me your name."
"Aaand why would I do that?"
I teased.
She crossed her arms, making a small Hmph sound.

"Fine then. I guess I'll find somewhere else to dance."
My eyes went wide.
"OkayokayokayitsAaron! My name- my name's Aaron"

She smirked, and I realised she was bluffing. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You're the worst, yknow that?"
"Mmm....I think you beat me for that title."

"I hate you."
I told her.
"But you like my dancing."
"Love your dancing, hate your personality."
"Could say the same about you and your piano playing."

"Mr. Lycan,"

We both turned to the teacher as he said my name
"What was I just saying?"
"Uuuuuuhhhhh."
I didn't have a clue.

"That there's a school talent show. Two weeks from now"
I glanced at [Y/N] as she spoke, surprised.

"I wasn't asking you, Miss [L/N], but since you're sitting with him, I suppose I'll count it."
She smiled triumphantly, and leaned in to whisper to me.

"You're welcome"
I rolled my eyes, but I knew I should have been thanking her. She saved my sorry self from demerit, and possibly detention. A talent show, I thought, She'll run away with it, that's not even a question.

"Aaron? Are you even listening?"

I was jolted out of my thoughts by [Y/N]. I was used to just tuning everyone out when I was thinking.

"Uh, no."
She sighed impatiently.
"I was saying, we should enter."
"We? As in, together?"
She rolled her eyes
"Yes, stupid. Together."
"Why? Why not just enter on your own?

She sighed again, as if it was obvious
"Because, Piano Man, I dance best when you play, and enjoy it more that way."

"Oh."
I said stupidly. Of course, I enjoyed playing so much more when she was dancing, when I was following her movements with the notes. And being onstage with her, my Tiny Dancer, it was a dream come true.

"So? You in?"
I smiled at her

"Definitely"

Phew. That took me a while. You tall people can be short and suffer with me. Screw you guys. Share and comment if you want. Have a good day. Or don't.

-Heather

Word count: 896