The Pack and Sidemen Oneshots

Vikklan- Ballet

Vikk's P.O.V.

I pulled on my ballet flats, sighing in relief at being back in the studio, alone and completely surrounded by mirrors and music. This was the same room I had been dancing in since I was 4 years old- a tiny little Indian boy in a light cream leotard, completely supported by my parents who loved anything I was passionate about.

The music started and I completely forgot about my trouble, my secrecy about my dancing and my struggles to keep up my grades, my dance and my physical and mental health, but that was all lost in the flow of notes. I leapt and spun and danced my heart out, so glad to be there.

As the song ended I sighed, sinking to my knees. I wasn't out of breath or anything, but I was thinking about everything that had got me there.

My parents support was the main thing that got me there, dancing so passionately because they never put me down due to my interests- most of which were considered more feminine. I loved dance, art and music but I was also academically smart, something they were incredibly proud of. They loved me and everything I did.

Closing my eyes I thought of the friends I had lost due to my dance, but I didn't regret it. Many boys were uncomfortable around me because of their views on the world and what a boy should or shouldn't do, and I had lost multiple friends over the years. So that was why, since I had got into high school, I didn't tell anyone about my dance. When they asked why I couldn't go out or what I was doing I gave the excuse that I was studying, babysitting my little sister or doing something for my parents.

I got back onto my feet as the next song started up, readying myself by the bar to properly warm myself up.

I was ready.

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I didn't have many friends other than the small group who I hung out with during breaks at school, but there was one boy who I thought of as more than that. Lachlan, the tall, blonde Australian boy who had moved and joined my school a couple of years earlier, was my best friend and I loved hanging out with him.

He, of course, didn't know about my dancing, but it didn't stop me loving him as a friend. He was awesome, he was always there for me when I needed to rant and he was a great friend, someone I knew no one could ever compare later in my life.

"Vikk....!" Lachlan yelled across the field, jumping up and down and waving his arms like flags to get my attention. "Over here!"

I smiled and headed in his direction, where he was standing beside the other people I considered friends. Preston and Rob were already buried in a text book, probably doing homework they probably should have done last week and Mitch and Jerome were tangled around each other, completely comfortable with being physically affectionate in public after being best friends since 6th grade.

Lachlan sat down beside me as he snacked on a handful of crackers while I studied for the next period, scanning my text book. I hadn't had much time the day before to study because I had been in the dance studio all of the previous evening- from the second I had left school until I got home just after 7 to have dinner.

"Do you want some?" Lachlan mumbled through a mouthful of food, holding out some crackers in my direction. I nodded and accepted his offer.

I leaned up against him and continued my study, eagerly looking forward to that afternoon when I could get back into the studio.

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I ran into the studio and dropped my bag onto the floor, sighing in relief as my bare feet touched the wooden floor that I knew so well, indents from constant wear and tear and people spinning. The studio was a little cold but then again it pretty much always was and I started warming up at once, knowing I would freeze if I didn't get moving.

I danced for several hours, letting my body flow with the music and release any stress I had and when I stopped, the music fading, I closed my eyes for a moment. It was peaceful, and then I heard a yelp and a thud.

I startled and turned to see Lachlan lying on the floor of the studio, having probably been leaning up against the swinging door too hard and he must have fell through. I sat there, stunned, for a few seconds before I started laughing at his misfortune.

"Lachlan?" I questioned through giggles. "What are you doing here?"

He went red while I tried to process exactly what was going on, and then my heart sank. If Lachlan was there then he knew about my dancing, he knew what I did and I started to panic, my breathing getting significantly heavier and faster. Lachlan saw and got up, hurrying to my side.

"Vikk? Hey, hey, don't panic, it's alright. I'm here, it's okay." He whispered, sounding a little panicked but his arms quickly latched around me and he pulled me into his chest.

It took me a few minutes to calm myself and stop panicking, realising that Lachlan didn't really seem to give a shit about my dancing and was more concerned about making sure I was alright. Finally I just rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, Lachlan's arms still around me.

"You alright now?" He asked after a couple of minutes, rubbing my back comfortingly. I nodded. "I suppose you wanna know why I'm here?" Another nod. "I kinda got a little curious, I really know it isn't my place but I wanted to know why you couldn't hang out with us so I followed you... and holy shit."

I giggled, pulling back so I could look him in his eyes.

"You're amazing Vikky! Why did you keep it a secret!" He said, his eyes sparkling. "Holy shit I'm so proud of you, how long have you been dancing! You're amazing!"

I smiled shakily and he hugged me again, grinning widely. He held onto my shoulders and looked me up and down in my dance leotard, making me go bright red because the clothing was skin tight and it made me feel a little exposed. Lachlan saw my look and hugged me again, rocking me from side to side.

"I really don't give a shit you know, but it's so cool! You're a dancer! How long have you been doing it?" He was bright eyed and seemed genuinely curious, which made me smile.

"Since I was 4. My parents let me."

"Well your parents are fricken awesome." He said, throwing his arms up into the air.

There was silence for a little while and Lachlan took a few glances around the studio, lowering my guard.

And then he snapped his head around to face me and pressed his lips to mine, earning a surprised yelp and then I almost deflated. His lips were so soft and he took my by such surprise that it took me a moment to comprehend what was happening.

We pulled away gasping and Lachlan was smiling while I sat there wide eyed and stunned. Lachlan giggled.

"I had to." He mumbled, very red and very embarrassed.

"I liked it." I whispered back, a smile flickering onto my face. "And I like you."

We sat there on the floor of the studio for quite a while, tangled around each other and grinning like idiots.

I liked it.