you were leaning against the wall, talking to one of your friends outside the dance studio you were about to head into. you laugh awkwardly when she asks about the two of you. "hes just a friend" you shrug, emphasizing the friend part

you walk in late, warming up and ignoring his blatant glances. the rehers is easy and fun, like itd been for a while. its uncomplicated, or should be anyway. except for when you drag him off as soon as the work days over to hook up. he tries to kiss you as you leave and like an idot you awkwardly duck it.

next rehersal is the same, too long glances and easy. during a break he questions you. "So what happened earlier? like you was actin kinda weird."

"well i told you, i like what we have. i just dont want other people to know....right?" you shrug, the two of you sitting on the ground infront of the mirrors.

"aight" he scoffs "i mean, but, im not looking for a relationship either. so i mean i was just confused."

"me neither" you reiterate. "so what we have is cool right?"

he just shrugs in response. but he doesnt seem happy. and in true cowardice fashion you sort of avoid his texts a little. or a lot. the previous "wyd. im lonely. you should come over" us reolaced by dry responses that feel more like silence

not the right move. rehersal has this suffocating tension. your late again and its more passive aggressive than the normal light atmosphere. as soon as its time for a break he all but pushed you out of the way, storming out