Dancing the Worry Away {Open}
Aug 16, 2008 8:41:43 GMT -5
Post by Tyler Hale on Aug 16, 2008 8:41:43 GMT -5
Tyler wasn't really in his right state of mind at this moment. There was nothing cheery or anything of the sort on his thoughtful face as he sat in the park - he wasn't in a bad mood, of course, and it couldn't quite be described as being sad or anything like that either. After talking with Milo and Taylor, he couldn't help but be quite concerned for his friends, but at the same time, he didn't like that feeling. He knew Milo was a good guy, and he was pretty sure that he could trust him not to hurt his friend, whom he saw as his little sister and had done so for quite a while now. She was so sweet, but so shy and it was sometimes a bit of a worry to him whether she'd truly manage to speak up her mind when she'd need to. Of course, he knew Taylor was human, and he was pretty sure that most of the things she must do she was okay with, even though he really didn't want to think about it - honestly, seeing Taylor making out with someone, or more, made him feel just... weird. He couldn't imagine her dating and doing stuff and having sex... Oh God, that was so wrong.
But it was a reality. It was Milo she was dating, and he figured that even now, it must be a bit of an effort for him not to do anything that was related to sex. Because he knew Taylor well enough to be at least sure that she would be the kind of girl to associate sex with love, which he thought was entirely respectable, but that wasn't Milo's case, and he couldn't help but wonder just how long the boy would be willing to wait to get the dancer in his bed. And well, if he did hurt her, he wouldn't be able to get anybody else in his bed ever again - he wouldn't have what necessary to please girls. And Tyler was pretty sure he wouldn't be alone to take care of that. Somehow, however, he didn't quite have doubts anymore as to Milo's intentions. He figured that if his means had been to sleep with Taylor and nothing more, he wouldn't be spending money on her, nor would he have lasted quite as long. His logic told him to be a bit doubtful of Milo yet, but his heart told him otherwise, and he was torn between which choice to make. He figured, though, that it would make Taylor a lot happier if he did trust Milo, and so he guessed that would be the best thing to do.
Getting back to his feet, he rubbed the back of his neck lightly as he walked over to a part of the park that was a bit more private, or just not really liked by other people cause it was often empty. Grabbing his iPod out of his jacket pocket as he walked, scrolling through the list of songs, trying to get to his dance playlist. He was always one of those who went first to Mrs. Meyer to ask her a CD of the songs they'd be practicing and dancing on during the year, or the term if she didn't have all of them yet. Then it was just a matter of uploading them on his computer and transferring them, because they weren't known songs that they could download, they were songs made for the students, usually by the music professor or professional musicians. Finally finding the playlist he was looking for, he tried to find the song he wanted and put his earpieces in his ears, pressing play and letting his eyes close, placing his iPod back in his pocket, breathing deeply as he started dancing. He wasn't really one to care about being witnessed when he practiced in public, but he rarely did notice anyway - the closed eyes allowed him to concentrate on what he was doing and not be disturbed by whoever walked around.