Dancing With All My Love and Hate (Obu x JohnlockForLife)

[JohnlockForLife]

For as long as Fabian could remember, he had always loved dancing. There was a sort of beauty and grace, that was rarely seen anywhere else. Fabian still remembered going to a ballet show when he was very young, mesmerized by every movement the dancers made. Every sway seemed to hypnotize Fabian, and he became hooked. His parents didn't mind that Fabian loved dancing, in fact they encouraged it. They were the ones who paid for his classes, went to his shows, and egged him on, even when it meant moving all the way across the world.

 

Moving to New York City was a huge adjustment, but he didn't mind it much. It did however, bother him when someone was more interested to his accent, than him. But, somehow dancing made it feel all right. There was one dancer in particular that caught Fabian's eye. Daniel Lovett was possibly the best dancer Fabian has ever seen, and Fabian always took much joy watching him. The only problem Fabian had with Daniel, was his personality. Fabian despised Daniel, he wished that he would stay quite, and dance for all eternity. Maybe he would hate him less. Fabian found it so weird that someone who could dance with so much beauty and grace, has such an ugly personality.

 

The sun's rays seemed to dance around the dance studio, making the dancers look as if they were glowing. Classical music played in the background, all the dancer moving in unison. There was about twenty minuets left, until practice was over and everyone could go home - which gave Fabian a sad feeling in his chest. Fabian never wanted to go home, or stop dancing. If it was up to him, Fabian would continue to dance even though his arms would get sore, and his legs felt like they were going to give out at any moment. Fabian's biggest wish was to dance until his body gave out, and he would die... as morbid as it sounded, it was the truth.

[obu]

Every once in awhile Danny would close his eyes and pinch himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He was always relieved to find out that this was, in fact, his life. His mother's gossipy friends used to pat him on the back and tell him to 'live your dreams'; god, what would they say if they could see him now?

 

He glided across the dance floor with ease and strength, leading his group through a complicated movement. The others were often a bit unwilling to hang around him outside the studio but there was no mistaking his leadership on the floor. He was graceful and gave precise instruction to his fellow dancers, avoiding criticism in favor of constructive advice. He wasn't a bad person, just abrasive.

 

Alright, maybe he was a bit more than abrasive. He would probably be described as rude and unresponsive by most of the company but Danny could care less. The only thing he was concerned with was the fact that he was being paid to do what he loved. Why should he care about his popularity?

 

Danny found that most of the other dancers were tolerable for small talk, though. All but one: Fabian. The guy so obviously hated him but insisted on being put in his formation nearly every day. Danny couldn't understand it for the life of him.

 

The music fell and Danny called out, "that's all for today guys. Wrap up. And don't leave your shit in the changing room. I know who you are."

 

Fiora, his self-proclaimed best friend, bounded into his view. "Danny! We're still getting Thai food later, right? Is it ok if I bring someone?"

 

Half-listening, Danny replied, "sure."

 

"Cool, I'll go get him so we can all leave together." She turned around and scanned the room. "Ah! There he is. Fabian!"

 

Danny could tell this was going to be a long night.

[JohnlockForLife]

When Daniel had begun to talk, Fabian was only half listening. Unless it involved Daniel dancing, Fabian could honestly care less about anything Daniel said... he just cared about getting home. As soon as everyone could leave, Fabian turned to walk towards the dressing room. He didn't get far, until he heard his name, turning around on instinct. "Hello Fiora!" Fabian greeted, his thick English accent both charming, and filled with a happiness to see the woman. Fabian adored Fiora! If he wasn't gay, his parents would probably peer pressure him into going out with her, but you can't change genetics.

 

"What's up? Anything interesting going on tonight?" Fabian's round face was shining with a pleasant smile, that was said to be out of this world... though, he just thought his smile was ordinary. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving Fiora his full attention.

Fabian always thought highly of Fiora, and if anyone deserved every ounce of his attention it was her. Though it took a certain kind of person for Fabian not to listen to them. Daniel was apart of that little group. His parents always told him to give everyone his attention, regardless if you hate the person or not... but, they weren't here to see it, so Fabian could really care less.

[obu]

"Are you busy later? We've been planning to go out to dinner and this is your official invite! Wanna go?" Fiora gave Fabian a light punch in the shoulder after he nodded, giggling excitedly. "Great! Danny's coming, if that wasn't apparent." Danny noticed the tiny twitch in his eyebrow. He totally hates me, Danny thought, wonderful, just fucking wonderful.

 

Danny found his eyes wandering over to Fabian who smiled patiently as the trio gathered their stuff and Fiora babbled away. The nerve. Fiora had invited him but his presence felt like an intrusion. Him and his weird pretty boy eyelashes - seriously, those things were way too long to be human. Danny gritted his teeth and exhaled sharply.

 

"Are you ok?" Fiora asked, tapping on his shoulder.

 

"Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I'm just tired," he answered, running a hand through his hair. He felt the sweat of today's practice and tried to ignore it as he wiped the wet hand on his shirt. Ew.

 

The entire time he'd been in his head seething with jealousy over Fabian's looks, he hadn't noticed how far they'd walked. "Where are we?"

 

"We'll be there in about two blocks. You remember don't you, silly?" Fiora giggled, punching him far harder than she'd punched Fabian early. The jealousy was in full-swing. Fiora had quite an arm, he would kill for a more gentle form of her 'friendly' abuse.

 

"Eh, ok." He snuck a glance at Fabian and he had the nerve to smile, obviously amused by the exchange. Asshole.

[JohnlockForLife]

Great, he's coming, Fabian thought bitterly, as he quickly grabbed his plain black, thin sweater from his backpack. Listening to Fiora talk, he slung his backpack over his shoulders. He really wished Daniel wasn't coming, but sadly he was good friends with Fiora - which Fabian did not understand, in the least bit. Daniel was just asking to get hurt... but he didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize his dancing. It really was the only thing Fabian even liked about Daniel.

 

Fabian found it amusing when Fiora punched Daniel, in fact he even snickered a little. His petite hands were covering his pink lips, hiding his smile. Fabian wanted so badly to taunt Daniel about it, but decided against it. Instead, Fabian's oddly colored blue and green eyes snuck a glance at Daniel. Asshole's taller than me. God I hope he shrinks... then I could literally look down on him. Tall douche. Just to be an asshole, Fabian gave Daniel a very passive aggressive smile. It was clear the smile was meant for Daniel, and it was also plain as day that Fabian got a kick out of it. He looked away, stuffing his hands in the pockets to his sweater.

 

"Thanks for inviting me, Fiora." Fabian said, looking over at his friend. "I don't really have anything to eat in my cupboards, as of the moment. Well, I do, if I want to make tomato sauce with bits of chocolate. English cooking may suck, but I assure you it's not that bad."