I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You.《Black Kids》

Dick has always wanted you. But he stands from the sidelines and prefers to pine and yearn rather than getting his heart stepped on in the process of admitting his love to you. It's unlike him, because he's ambitious and he gets what he wants with a smile, but the reason is simple.

You have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that isn't him and a boyfriend that will never be him. Sure, maybe Dick watches you with hearts in his eyes as you jump around at your favorite song, with pretty arm motions and leg swinging that do everything to a lovesick man.

But he'd never try foil the relationship you were happy in. No, he's not a jerk. Even if he's biting his tongue when your boyfriend kisses you.

But maybe you were trying to sabotage yourself. Because you came up to him, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed over your chest with a fuse blowing out your ears. "Dance with me." you said--no, demanded, and he stared at you dumbfounded.

"Your boyfriend--" He had tried to say, before he was whisked onto the dance floor with your hands on his shoulders. Your boyfriend is in the background, swaying with two left feet and occupied with another woman. Oh. Now Dick understands.

Dick kisses your hand and spins you around, something a little melodramatic for the party music that had already been blasting. A turn to the left and a turn to the right, you're laughing and he's laughing. Your boyfriend should assess the both of you and learn from the best, because Dick isn't going to teach your boyfriend how to dance with you.