Inspired by the song “I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You” by Black Kids
(This is just a combination of the 2 draft-done chapters posted years ago)
“So, um, is it alright with you?”, Stella asked. “Are you ok with it?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m ok with it, Stella,” Krystel said. “You’re my best friend. I’ll do everything I can to help.”
“Well, I really hope that you’d understand….it’ll mean much to me in the school dance, you know, when the first time we dance together, it’ll be a great experience,” Stella said. “He barely knows any dance, so maybe if you could help him with that part, when we do dance would be great, it’ll be memorable for me.”
“Of course, anything for my best friend, don’t worry any bit,” Krystel replied. “The problem will be the actual ‘teaching’ now then.”
“Hmmmm…you’re right. I wonder how we’ll get to match your schedules…anyway, I gotta go, Francis is waiting for me!”
“Oh, right. Take care Stella, and say hi to Francis for me, ok?”
“Of course Krystel, you’re friends now too, right?”
“I….uh,” Krystel paused. “I guess you can say that…”
“Good, I’m expecting an improved dancing Francis soon!”, and Stella laughed.
“Yeah, bye Stella.”
Stella approaches Krystel, and hugs her. “Bye Krystel.”
“What have I gotten into…” Krystel thought, as her best friend walks away, about to meet her boyfriend Francis.
“It’s all cool, bro?”
“Yep, all cool.”
“You sure? It’s not like Krystel’s some girl you’ll be meeting for the first time,” Kieran said. “She’s your girlfriend’s best friend man! Relax! And besides, I think she’ll be the one that needs to worry, not you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it bro,” Francis answered. “But man, these dancing lessons, I know how important it is for Stella, and I definitely don’t want to make an ass of myself to everybody during the dance.”
“Exactly. So quit the talk and let’s get started.” a girl’s voice said…Krystel’s.
“You’re not really keen on wasting any time, not even a minute late…”
“Hey, don’t complain, and I ain’t complaining either,” Krystel replied.
Kieran laughed. “Your ‘dance instructor’ knows the drill man, so it’s better that you follow her advice,” Kieran said. “So, you two want an audience or something? I’m not exactly busy today, might as well watch you two dance,” Kieran glances at his friend Francis. “Well, scratch that, only one of you would probably be dancing. The other would just ‘try’ to dance.”
“Thanks for the encouragement there Kieran,” Francis answered, the sarcasm easily detected. “It really gives me a lot of hope that someone will be laughing when I try to learn how to dance properly.”
“Well, that’s what friends are for, bro,” Kieran said.
“And you’re a good friend,” Francis replied, sincerely this time.
“You two done with your ‘bro’ business?”, Krystel asked.
“Hahaha, yeah, all done here,” Kieran said. “I’ll go find a place to sit, somewhere comfortable when I’m laughing at him.”
“Great, I thought you took the hint to stop rubbing it in already.”
“Don’t worry Francis, I took the hint, then threw it away,” Kieran said, and went to a spot nearby, still barely able to control his laughter.
“Oh hey, would you mind if I ask Linda to come over?”, he shouts to the two.
“Go ahead bro, at least she’ll keep you company there…you won’t get all sad and lonely now,” Francis answered.
“Oooohhh, looks like he can hit back eh?”, Kieran said.
“I wouldn’t mind…go ahead and ask Linda then,” Krystel added.
“Good, I’ll text her to come here,” Kieran said.
And the first of the dance tutorials began.
The dance lessons were tiring, and full of pressure. To both, albeit for different reasons. For Francis, it’s a bit easier to understand. To avoid embarrassing himself, make his girl happy, and have a memorable time during the dance. For Krystel, it’s…quite different. She’s still conflicted, but she’s going along with all of this, for Stella’s sake. And probably because she no longer sees her best friend as simply just her ‘best friend’. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, she actually has feelings for her best friend.
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“Oh, Kieran, what are you doing here?” Krystel said.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? We’re the ones that usually hang out here.” Kieran replied.
He was thoughtful, briefly.
“So that’s why he asked me to come here. We don’t usually go here at this time, looks like he’ll be waiting for you here then.”
“Or that’s what supposed to happen, but I got here earlier and it seems you got here slightly early too. When exactly did he say he’ll meet up with you here?”
“4PM sharp. A bit later than when we usually meet when there are ‘dance lessons’ for that day, but I’ll let it slide,” Kyrstel replied. “If he were here, that is.”
“You expect him to be early? Better stop expecting that now,” Kieran answered. “He’s rarely late, but he’s rarely early too.”
“And why are you here now,” Krystel asked. “It seems you have been ‘lounging around’ for some time already.”
“Doesn’t hurt to be early. The food’s good and I had nothing else to do, so might as well get here much earlier.”
By this time Krystel already sat down, across Kieran.
“Hey, uh, would you mind me asking,” Krystel asked. “About um, Francis and Stella?”
“Well, sure, I’ll try answering I guess,” Kieran replied. “What about them?”
“With Stella of course, I get to listen to her when she shares some…things about them,” Krystel said. “But with Francis, not much. We don’t really talk much during the lessons, beyond the dancing itself. I just thought that it could be better if I get to know some things about him and my best friend with you. Might help when I’m with him, I think.”
“Ha, no need to worry about that, especially with him,” Kieran replied. “Just try asking him yourself, it’s not like he’s the quiet type. Of course, just be careful with what kind of questions you do ask.”
She laughed. “Of course I’d be careful. Francis is such a delicate guy, that much I can see.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“Let me hear her say what?”
It was Francis.
“She’s saying you’re a soft guy,” Kieran said with a laugh.
“I did not say that!”, Krystel exclaimed.
“He’s not delicate then?”, Kieran replied.
“What do you mean I’m “delicate”?”, Francis asked. “What are you telling Kieran, Krystel?”, he added, this time a bit more forcefully.