a little more of you [[open, simon?]]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9H6Mp_i4KY&feature=related until bow thing at 2:34

Barely a week into school, and already Izz was feeling the need to, for lack of a better term, "dance it out". The run in with Zach in the closet a few days prior had left her flustered, and highly frustrated with herself, so it was with a brain working overtime and a pair of humongous sweatpants covering her tiny dance shorts that she stood in front of the mirrors of the dance studio, jukebox in hand. Normally she hated to use a jukebox, loving to dance while Isaac pounded away at his piano with something he wrote special for her.

They would do that to push each other so often; she write a dance, he write a song to fit. He write a piece, her slave away on the wood floor until her knees and toes bled with her hard work. But she didn't need to drag her brother into this, her mouth a thin line as she pushed down the sweatpants, thrown on last minute for pure decency's sake, to reveal her mile-long legs. On her torso the bright blue sports bra was highly visible underneath a loose white tank top, and she breathed in deeply before leaning over and pressing the 'play' button with her toe.

As the opening chords of the piano struck up, she stood and faced the large windows of the brightly-lit room, the beautiful fall day outside striking her like chords as she raised her arms carefully in practiced choreography. A flurry of thought swelled through her head as she lurched to the side, throwing every emotion, every conflict, every concern into the movements of her body.

Does Simon like me? she thought as she spun on the ball of her foot expertly, kicking her leg out with passion and precision in a single moment before throwing herself back onto both feet and steadying herself dramatically. He'd always been such a good friend, but that kiss at the lake... Isabelle hated to admit it to herself, but she'd liked it as much more than a friendly prank. The tug just under her belly was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, the typical innocence and naive excitement of a crush noticeably absent, replaced by a strange sort of anticipation in her nerves.

With a deep breath, Izz whirled her arms around as she leaped around the dance studio in a torrent of confusion and fury, her choreography expertly flowing from her limbs until she missed her landing and tripped, falling flat on her back on the hard wood floor, her tank top pushed up around her bust and her legs splayed helplessly to match the mass of black-brown hair spread under her.

And what about Zach? Isabelle would be fool to pretend she did not harbor feelings for the younger boy, but wasn't it just some sort of puppy love? The frustrated affection she felt for him was as immature as it got, the opposite end of the excited frenzy her heart whipped into for some reason whenever she saw Simon recently. Would the younger boy be healthier for her, maybe? Would she risk ruining her friendship for a relationship? Or maybe something even shallower- sex? (Was sex even shallow if you'd never, ahm, nevermind...)

Pulling herself up from the bust, Isabelle managed to drag her long body to her feet as she adjusted her clothing, rewinding the track on the CD to before her fall, counting silently in her head before she launched herself into the next steps of her dance with ease, her mind still a torrent of indecision.

It was one of those afternoons in which Will Gates had decided to not be a procrastinator - that is, instead of sitting on his bed playing video games or having a smoke of that fantastic gift he'd just received from Alice, he was going to be a good student and go dance. It wasn't really a hassle; he loved it, or he wouldn't have done it, quite frankly, and between soccer and extra-curricular activities (girls. drugs. video games.), he hadn't had much time for his specialty outside of class. He was intelligent enough to know that this was a bad thing - he needed to make time for it, in any case, and so here he was, lugging a bag that seemed much too full of random things (he had kept a turtle in it in middle school) down the hall to the dance room. Part of him wondered if it was occupied. Between classes and students attempting to practice and kids like Isaac sneaking in to use to the grande piano in the corner, it was a wonder it was ever open at all. Will prided himself on coming up with the idea for a second dance studio, even if he hadn't really come up with it. Nothing was stopping him from taking credit for the idea. Reaching the door, he grabbed the handle and almost turned it when movement within the room stopped him; through the thick wood he could barely hear music, but there Isabelle was. He could see her through the rectangular window, and he paused, watching and trying very hard not to laugh out loud when she busted her ass on the floor. Poor thing. She looked like she was dancing for her life - it wasn't hard for one dancer to tell when another was frustrated. He almost decided to help her up, but Izz in these situations was like a cornered mutt; defensive. Will knew that his offer would only result in a refusal and insistence that she could do it herself.

He waited until she was well into her choreography again before sliding the door open quietly and moving into the room, walking to the chairs that lined the nearest wall. Will plopped down in one, not wanting to bother her yet, and peeled off his tee, revealing nothing but a black beater underneath. He stood up and pulled his sweats off to reveal a well-worn pair of ballet briefs that stretched to just above his knees. Not bothering with toe pads, he stood up and stretched, flexing his stiff muscles, and then bent over, grabbing his ankles and sticking his head between his legs. If Izz needed to dance it off, he could probably help her by throwing her across the room like he'd done at the lake on the first day of school. The two of them were practically mentally connected when it came down to it; they had been paired off young by their teachers and danced together since. In the beginning, Will had just been excited that he hadn't been paired with Sophia Vittorno, but after only a marginal amount of time, he discovered that Isabelle was his perfect fit. They were so in tuned with each other; and after years of dancing together, were known for doing some pretty excellent pieces, including some that sizzled like water dashed on a fire. The chemistry between them, nevermind how well it translated with provocative choreography, was platonic, however, very big brother/little sister-ish when they weren't in the music, and it fit the two of them well, being that they were easily the goofiest students at Harriman.

Will grinned fondly at her and waited until she slowed down before moving closer. "Feel better yet?"

Will's voice was both a surprise and a welcome gift, and Isabelle relaxed almost instantly as his accent drifted laconically across the room to her ears. Her heaving chest slowed its pace and she walked over to her boom box, hitting the big square stop button before grabbing her towel and water bottle and plopping down in the middle of the dance floor where Will was.

"I doubt I will until I dance myself to death," she muttered with an eye roll, a thin layer of perspiration sticking her hair to her forehead and coating her chest and forearms. Despite the heat of her body, goosebumps were lining her arms and chills were rolling up her spine and neck as she thought of Simon and her ridiculous situation. Will was pretty much bonded to her for life, so Izz began to wonder if maybe she should just tell him...

"What should you do if you're like, madly in love with your best friend, and this best friend also happens to be part of an indestructible holy trinity the third member of which is your twin brother?" her question was blunt, with almost no effort at disguising the truth. This was Will, for pete's sakes. They were practically married, only without the, you know, sex. (Though sometimes their dances got pretty close...) He made no effort at facades when he asked her sexual questions or proudly announced the stories, in gruesome detail, of his latest conquests or drunken friday night; so why should she make an effort to hide something as innocent as a crush?

Or maybe not such an innocent crush... the feelings Izz had been feeling towards Simon were strong and it scared her. The deep ache in her gut when he wasn't around or when she thought about him was foreign to her, and tongue-tied nervousness when he WAS around was a new experience altogether! If she told Ly all this, though, she was sure he'd think she was just horny, which is definitely NOT what Isabelle wanted to hear. Sure, Simon's looks probably had... a little SOMETHING to do with it, but really it wasn't like her sexual drive was steering her brain.

Will made no effort to remain standing once she had hit the floor. He simply plopped down next to her, legs crossed, elbows resting on his knees as he listened, raising his brow and smirking ridiculously at her description of the problem. Mentioning her apparent sudden affection for Simon only reminded him of his current physical tug for Saffron and significant something-else-altogether need for Audie to pay attention to him. Perhaps he would run those things by her later. For now, it was her turn. Leaning back and planting his palms on the floor, he smiled impishly and shook his head. "Wifey, for the love of Lennon, could you have chosen a better way of putting it?" Wrinkling his face and rubbing his nose, which was suddenly itching, he continued. "So, lemme get this straight. You think your in love with your best friend who is also the best friend of your other best friend who just so happens to be your twin brother?"

Phew. That was a little complicated to say. He grinned and shook his head, his expression fading into the rare serious one he adopted when speaking of solemn situations. "Well, are you sure you're in love with him? Love is a strong word." He frowned doubtfully at her, shrugging. "I'm not trying to be a stiff but I dunno about love, Whizz. Are you sure you just aren't crushing or something? Like...love is way deep. And you are only fifteen. Not to say that you couldn't fall in love. I think your rushing. Not to say that rushing is bad. But maybe it's just that he's familiar like that? Or maybe you you would like to show him your breasts." He smirked at his joke, then reached out and patted her hand affectionately. "Not to say that you just want in his knickers. I don't think that."

Poor thing. She looked terribly confused by it all. He smiled comfortingly and stood, holding a hand down for her. "This is all very serious shit. We should do something about that."

Isabelle shook her head furiously, tucking it between her knees. "No, not love, that's deff an exaggeration. But intense liking. Infatuation I guess. Ugh." With a grunt she heaved her shoulders, looking pathetically at Will over her knee, face uncharacteristically clean and makeup less, hair unkempt. Another sigh and she was taking his hand, standing up and hugging him quickly.

"Maybe I do just want in his knickers... let's take it out through.. dance!" with the last word Isabelle lunged forward, whistling the word through her teeth and fanning her fingers in front of her face like a hyper-dramatic artiste. Grinning mischievously, she bound over to the boombox, selecting one of the tracks on the CD of one of her favorite dances, one that always made her feel better, that they'd done for last year's winter recital.

"Come here bebbeh- help mama dance it out!" Izz beckoned her partner over with a curling finger, grinning mischievously as she dance-walked towards him and fell into the tune, remembering the steps well while improving just a little bit. She was glad that both she and Will had stretched out already, since it was such a rigorous and demanding routine, and as soon as she was jumping around and straddling Will's hips Isabelle felt a million times better.

oh god I couldn't help myself XD

Will tilted his head to meet the angle of her own, smirking at her, silently admiring her fresh face. Izz's favorite heavy black eyeliner and mascara were not present today, and while he honestly didn't care (he wasn't gay!), it was a breath of oxygen to see her without over-shadowed eyes. They were clear and blue beneath her messy mat of hair. He silently thanked the gods that he was born male and thus didn't have to worry about his gorgeous lockes looking too mussed, and wrapped his arms around her in the hug, noticing proudly how well their bodies formed to each other. They were damn good partners, well matched physically, first of all, and the way their brains worked...it was like fantastic and amazing paired together to make fanmazing...or amaztastic! Whatever. The team of Cauldine and Gates was unbeatable in awesome-ness. Will realized that he was day-dreaming a bit, and snapped out of it, scratching Isabelle's back affectionately. He made to reply sarcastically to her snap back about knickers, but she was already ahead of him, demanding just what he had in mind in the first place - dance.

Grinning, he moved with her, remembering the only thing he seemingly ever could - choreography - hands sliding over her thin tank top, the combined heat from their bodies steaming up the mirror (as per usual). Will tended to joke that when they left the dance room, it usually looked as though they hadn't been dancing at all - more like fucking in the middle of the floor like wild animals. He had this thought just as she jumped on him, and instead of catching and holding her like he was perfectly capable of doing, his loss of concentration caused him to fall flat on his back, taking her with him. He cursed very loudly, most likely in her ear, and coughed as the breath had been knocked out of him, squeezing his eyes shut and then blinking rapidly up at her, suddenly realizing what an awkward position he had just put them in - not that they hadn't done awkward positions before while dancing...just...never with anyone on their back. His head throbbed uncomfortably and, leaving one hand out of habit on her hip, he lifted the other to rub the crown of his head. "Fuck, Izz, my bad. I zoned out."

They were sweating. He wiped some from his brow with the back of his wrist and wriggled his face as though checking to make sure his muscles functioned. It wasn't exactly rare for a drug addict like himself to lose it, but usually he was much too focused for it to occur. Shit. He grinned sheepishly at her, the usual crooked smile, and coughed again. "Sorry."

Maiya had slid into the dance studio a few seconds ago, the door quietly banging behind her. She watched in slow motion as the two dancers fell to the floor, her arms folded, quietly leaving them to get on with it. With Will Gates cursing Maiya quietly walked along the soft wooden floor, until she stood over the two, complete in footless tights, shorts, flats and a loose fitted vest. Her hands on her hips, Mai sighed. "Concentrate"

Truthfully, Isabella and Will had great chemistry on the floor, they conveyed an intense link to each other through their movements. Taking a step or two back, she shook her head, "And don't swear while you're in the studio" Mai didn't care what they said anywhere else, so long as they didn't swear in the Dance Studio, she was perfectly happy with everything else. It was awful having to hear it in the studio, as the words echoed around in the large space and it was terribly off-putting while someone else was dancing. Maiya knew nobody was, but she had come in here to dance not watch... originally.

Lifting her hands from her slim hips and folding them across herself. Mai quickly walked to the stereo, clicking the back button to roughly before the crash. Taking a deep breath, Mai gestured for them to continue, they had no need to fall. So long as they stayed composed, and thought hard enough, the moves would flow out of them. It was magical. The two were clearly close, as she had thought - great chemistry and she hoped that they would remain trusting partners throughout the year. Slip-ups were most likely and it was a shame seeing partnerships torn apart because of some silly situation that had affected them outside of the studio.

Her dark eyes stared at the two, they were one of the best and the music sounded complicated to her but was they were doing was impressive. Her fingers tapped her leg to the notes, her head running through the pictures they were creating. What she visaged their dance to be, it was an amazing piece. They would hopefully get near to if not top marks at the end of the year, they definitely deserved it. They both worked hard at their dance and it most certainly paid off. You could see the passion they had for dance just bouncing off of them, Maiya was proud she had been able to help them along that journey.