New Fic for 100_prompts!
Title/Chapter: Alexander the Great, But You Can Call Me Katy (01/?)
Fandom: Alexander the Great, But You Can Call Me Katy
Character/Pairing: OFC: Katy Alexander
Rating: G
Author’s Notes: Each chapter has it’s own summary (until I can think of a story summary. lol)
Disclaimer: This is original fiction (at the moment). I own everything!
Word Count: 985
Prompt: (50-A) #46: Writer's Choice: all_unwritten prompt #851: running late
My Table
Summary: The band is always running late.
Comments are greatly appreciated :)
CHAPTER ONE
It's not surprising when I get to the practice studio that I'm the first one there; I'm ahead of schedule and the boys will probably be running late. I'm usually a stickler when it comes to being on time, hence why I'm early, but when it comes to these four men I've grown accustomed to them being late. Over the years I've learned that 9:30 usually means ten o'clock. I guess that's one of the reasons I like to show up early. It gives me a chance to warm up on my own, which consists of not only vocal warm-ups but also practicing my dance routines from my hip-hop class. Usually by the time the guys show up for practice, I've already got a fine sheen of sweat on my brow. Today will most likely be no different.
I set my bags down and hook my iPod up to the speaker dock. I scroll through the music on the device till I find what I'm looking for and hit play. I stand in front of the mirrored wall and begin to dance the routine that I had just started learning two days beforehand. This routine was sort of special to me as the song was one I had suggested to my dance teacher, Fever by Adam Lambert. I even got to help choreograph some of the routine, which was a first for me. I was determined to get it right and that's why I got to the practice space extra early today. I was going to get forty-five minutes all to myself.
About half way in to my forty-five minutes of alone time, my bass player shows up. I see his reflection in the mirror set down his instrument and bags near mine. Then he comes up behind me and starts grinding with me. I can't help grinning and then laughing as he shimmies behind me in the mirror. I turn around and put a hand on his shoulder, swaying my hips with the beat of the song.
"Why are you here so early?" I ask him.
Aaron grins at me, his green eyes sparkling. "I knew you'd be here early working on this new routine and I wanted to see it." He shrugs.
I roll my eyes. "You could have just asked."
Aaron shrugs again. "Yeah, but if I had come at the normal time, we wouldn't have gotten this chance to dance together." I feel my cheeks burn a little, but I'm sure my face is already flushed enough from dancing to cover it up.
Aaron pulls away from me saying, "Lets see if I can find something else for us to dance to." I wait patiently as he scrolls through my music. After a moment he throws a grin over his shoulder at me. "Perfect." He walks back over to me as one of the most recognizable songs from Dirty Dancing sounds through the speakers.
"May I have this dance?" he asks, bowing low and holding out his hand. I grin and take the proffered hand, letting him pull me close and put his other hand on my hip. Then we begin to dance the choreography we had come up with together, not too unlike the dance steps from the movie.
"You know, my hip-hop recital is coming up soon and after that will be time for ballroom sign-ups," I begin. "I was just wondering if you'd be interested in signing up as my partner again?" I try to not get my hopes up as Aaron just looks at me for a moment. Then he smiles.
"Sure, I'd love to," he answers. I can't help grinning and pecking him on the lips. I blush as I pull away.
"Sorry," I murmur, embarrassed. Aaron just smiles and chuckles lightly. Then he dips me down and back up and the awkwardness is gone.
We dance a for a few bars in silence. Then I speak up. "So, why don't you dance more?" I ask.
Aaron twirls me saying, "It's not my thing."
When I spin back to him I reply, "Not your thing?! Look at you!" I turn us towards the mirror and he does as I command. After a second I turn his face back to mine. "You're amazing."
Aaron sighs. "I know I'm good, but it's just not my thing. Dancing is your thing. You live and breathe to dance and sing. I just live to play in our band." He shrugs.
"But you'll still be my ballroom partner?" I ask.
Aaron grins. "Of course." There's a pause. "Now time for the lift."
"Aaron, I don't know..." I say. "We haven't done it in such a long time."
"I won't drop you," my friend replies with great seriousness. I nod and back up ten feet. He gives me the signal that he's ready and I take a running leap in to his arms.
Aaron lifts me up over his head easily. I really should have known. Despite his small stature, he's actually quite strong. At the right point in the music, he slowly lowers me down and I slide down his body till I'm resting on my toes. He holds me tightly to his body as we sway to the music.
"Aaron," I murmur, staring in to his green eyes.
"Yeah?" he asks, licking his lips, the studs glinting in the light. I reach for one, touching it lightly with my fingertip. We lean in closer to each other, but before our lips can meet, the rest of our band walks in the room. They are right on time for the first time ever. Damn them!
"Stop dancing you two, turn the music off and lets get to work!" Chuck exclaims with a grin. I roll my eyes and do what he says, glancing over at Aaron. But he doesn't notice. He's getting his bass out to tune, his back to me.