Tyler had been attending this school for a little over a year now. Him, at the Maryland School of the Arts. Honestly a year ago he would have found it ridiculous that he would be in some fancy art school instead of working. But, well... He was here now.

In the time that he'd been here, he'd met way more different kinds of people than he ever had at regular school. Hell, he'd even made music major friends - people who played something prissy like violin or cello.

Dancing had become his outlet for everything - anger at the situation at home, irritation at not being able to get something in a class, and any other emotion in between. Everything. And, admittedly, he felt like he'd grown because of it.

And, of course, he met you.

A fellow dancer - but not the street type. You were one of the ballet dancers who wore those tight-ass uniforms.

At first he would playfully make fun of you. Then the two of you got closer, and, well... You didn't seem so bad. You weren't stuck up like he originally though you were. And watching you dance was... Nice.

Hanging out during class turned into eating lunch together, and that turned into waiting up for you after class. Before long... He was thinking about asking you out. But he was unsure... For now, he would wait.

He was leaning against the wall, watching you stretch after class. "Hey, man, come on. Takin' too damn long." Not really. He didn't mind waiting for you.