Every Little Step She Takes (Vivian)

[rowan morgan riddle]

He as good and he knew it, as he executed a double pirouette and landed in a plie. Yes, good, but good enough? Rowan was still worried. It was his final year at Newbrook and his next year, he would be in one of the top musical theatre programs in the country, but only if he was good enough. He needed to start working harder, working after hours to get better. He knew he needed more than just practice: he needed extra instruction and that’s what he had texted his ex-girlfriend to help him out with his ballet.

Well, she wasn’t just his ex-girlfriend. They had become close, over the course of their relationship and had remained close friends after their breakup. She was still gorgeous in his eyes, but they were no longer together, so therefore, he wasn’t still technically attracted to her. Nope, no more remaining attraction. Remaining attraction bad, completely platonic friendship good. Besides, she was one of the most talented ballet dancers he had ever known, and there was no question that he was getting help from the best of the best.

He spun across the floor, whipping his head around, his usually carefully-coiffed hair flying wildly, “spotting” to keep from becoming dizzy. Coming to the end of the room, he put a steadying hand on the bar while he cleared his head, under the pretense of pushing his hair out of his eyes. Then he started again, eating up the floor in leaps as he bounded from one end of the room to the other.

Yes he was good and he knew it. He was good and he wasn't even a dance major. It felt good to know that he was in control, that he was master of his body: that he could make it do amazing things most "normal" people only dreamed of. Sure, it hurt a little, sometimes, but wasn't that a small price to pay for a reward like this?

[vivian coraline bravener]

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Vivian hurried along the halls of the oh so familiar halls of Newbrook. A bag was slung over one shouler with her baller shoes, a water bottle, a reciept to Target, and whatever other bits of trash and energy bars might be left in it. She had been in a hurry to leave so she was still wearing her outfit from class earlier. Leggings, grey leotard, and her favorite brown knit shrug. Her hair was a mess of a bun on top her head and bounced with every step as she went along.

Her steps were hurried as she rushed to meet up with Rowan Riddle. She had agreed to meet him in one of the vacant dance studios to help him practice for graduation. They had been friends for a good while now. In fact, they (not long ago) had been an item. It lasted for a few good months, but they agreed to part ways. School had become stressful and they both needed to focus on graduation, especially Rowan seeing as he was a senior and had to prep for the company he was joining. It was nice to have a close friend here that shared her affinity for dance, even if he was not a dance major. He was good. He knew it. She knew it. But then again so was she. Vivian being her true self however, would never be one to brag or show off. She let her dance speak for itself. Literally.

As Vivian pushed into the studio she saw Rowan had already been there for a bit. Or so it seemed. He was bounding and leaping across the wooden floor. He made light padding noises as he landed , twisted, and left the floor again. She smiled at his form and ability. He was growing as a dancer each time she saw him.

"Oh Rowan, you are looking so handsome and your lines are amazing," she said in her mousy, shy voice. Her tone was sweet and sincere, but did not show any signs of over flattery or flirting. Those days were over. It was friendship, pure and simple. They got along so well. She was happy to see him.

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TAGS viv and rowy!!
WORDS 366
NOTES sorry it took so long!! ILY hehe
CREDITS . . . lyrics credit to Attic Attack, template made by Megaru @ Caution 2.0

[rowan morgan riddle]

He turned at the sound of a familiar voice. Well, well, she was looking rather pretty today...in a totally non-creepy way. Yes, exactly, the pretty part was unimportant. The important part was that she was complimenting him and although he wasn't in-your-face about it, Rowan was an attention whore and he reveled in compliments, especially relating to his appearance, which he was quite proud of.

"Why thank you, m'lady." He said, his clear, Irish-accent voice echoing off the walls as he bounced over to her. Their separation to the platonic ways had not taken away any of her beauty...or dulled his hormones, but they weren't here for that today; they were here to be professional, he reminded himself for the millionth time that day.

"So, what methods of torture do you have planned for me today?" The Irishmen asked, leaning against the wall as he took a healthy swig from his water bottle, completely ignoring the fact that drinking that much water that quickly would no doubt give him a side ache.

[vivian coraline bravener]

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She swung her back off her shoulder. It hit the ground with a small thud. His accented words rang through the empty room as she sat down next to wear he stood. Her ballet shoes were getting tattered and well broken in after months of wear.

"I guess I just wanted to work on form more. My mother always says Form is your backbone. You are only as good as your lines." She mimiced her mother's voice like most children do. Overly dramatic and much to low a voice than actually possible for a woman. She smiled glancing up at Rowan. He was...perfect. As per usual. His hair, even tossed around while dancing, laid just right. His eyes gleamed. His lean muscles twitched and looked simply...She shook her head slightly looking back at her feet. Finally done putting her shoes on. She didn't exaclty need them today, but she almost always had them with her. They were her security blanket of sorts.

"Right." She stood up and began to stretch. "Did you have any dance today or have you only done some warming up before I came?" She tried to stay all business. Too much eye contact might be bad. She took a deep breath, taking her time to stretch out. It wasn't like she wanted to be with him still, but a little attraction was inevitable. Rowan was one of the few boyfriends she had ever had. You can't just stay friends without a little something left between. But they were both moving on.

She was his tutor today. That was all. She hoped.

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TAGS viv and rowy!!
WORDS 269
NOTES hehe 69
CREDITS . . . lyrics credit to Attic Attack, template made by Megaru @ Caution 2.0

[rowan morgan riddle]

"Of course I stretched, what do you take me for?!" Rowan demanded, mock-indignant, melodramatic as usual. And lines...seriously, was that all his life was about? Lines, lines, lines. Learn your lines, learn your lyrics, your lines are messy: fix them. Okay, so it wasn't like he needed reminding to learn his lines or lyrics: he liked nothing better than a spotlight that was focused on him.

"Sounds good." He said, punctuating his speech but putting the cap on his water bottle and bending over once to keep his spine warm. "So what shall we dance to today?" He asked, snatching her ipod away from her and scrolling through it. "One Direction?" He commented, his lip twisting slightly in disgust. "Really Vivian? Really?" He rolled his eyes and went back to his searching. "Oooh, Swan Lake."

He turned to her and brought out his best puppy eyes, popping out his bottom lip and pouting. "Pwease? Pretty please with cherries on the top?" It was totally immature, but he'd be damned if he didn't have a good chance of it actually working.

OOC: The One Direction joke...because it needed to be made.