You and Oliver have been very close over the years, and he had bickered you into joining him in ballet and applying for Harvard. It was a perfect idea, you’d be with him when he goes away to Harvard and you’d be joining him in a hobby he loves and you grow to love too.

He and you had been offered to participate the lead roles in a pas de deux, and you said yes. It was simple, a boy and a girl, frolicking beside eachother from one side of the stage to the other, all while explaining a story, without words, but with dances and gestures, music faintly playing the background.

You practiced for the pas de deux with Oliver everyday in his room, and it would all pay off, because today was the day of the dance. You were backstage with him, going over lines of dance moves that you had to perform, already perfected, and Oliver was going over his own paper, silently rehearsing the dance moves in his head. Neither of you were panicking, unlike the background dancers.

The ballet instructor silenced them all and ordered you all into position, background dancers in two rows behind you and Oliver, standing in a pirouette, and you and Oliver stood near the front of the closed curtains, you wore a romantic, vintage steampunk dress (don’t try to out-persona me). Suddenly, the curtains opened, to reveal a large crowd, full of random faces, but the only recognisable family was Oliver’s. Music started playing, ‘Army Dreamers’ by Kate Bush. And you, Oliver and the background dancers danced to the music. You and Oliver stayed by each other’s side for the entire play. It was just a play, but Oliver couldn’t help but feel something as he danced with you, something deep, something meaningful, like… love?