Duke was yelling at the boys for running late for class. Francis grumbled, "Mr.Duke lives here, we can't be late." The cold air had blistered poor Francis' lips. Searching through his dad's master bathroom, he found a tube of cherry chapstick and quickly applied it to his lips. Smacking his lips he smiled at the pretty shine it gave him.
Duke was especially hard on everyone in class. Somehow Jeremy had convinced the rest of the soccer team to join their little ballet troupe. Whenever Francis had asked Jeremy about it he would just smile and giggle and tell him not to worry about it. Francis didn't really care, at least their former teammates had stopped teasing them for their new interest.
During one turn Francis was supposed to spin into Jeremy's arms and be lifted into the air. A move they had practiced for months now, but today Jeremy couldn't keep Francis up. He dropped the boy with a harsh thud. Their faces colliding. Francis wanted to be mad but suddenly he could only think about how wonderful it was that Jeremy introduced him to ballet in the first place and how he needed to thank him.
Francis' moves were terrible the rest of class, he just couldn't get Jeremy out of his head. After class, he sat on the floor of the studio while the other students changed. Not that any of the boys bothered changing out of their tights. "Francis?" Jeremy slowly approached the sullen boy. Another thing the boys had been picked on at school for was their new walking manner. They were much more graceful than any boy and even some of the girls. "Are you okay?" Jeremy sat next to Francis. The delicate boy shook with fright.
"I'm sorry."
"For what swe-Francis?"
Francis' eyes darted between Jeremy's body and face. Had he always been so cute?
"I never thanked you. For helping me with my dad, getting me into ballet."
"It's noth-" Francis suddenly kissed Jeremy. Their hearts pounding in their chests.
Francis pulled away suddenly realizing what he was doing. He scrambled to his feet and ran away as fast as he could.