When Jared met Jensen Ackles for the first time, he laughed off any ideas he had about Jared's dancing. After all, what does a street dancer know about ballet? But when Jared's teacher tells him that his dancing is nothing special, Jared may just have to eat his words, and acknowledge that the street dancer may have been right. Can Jared take instruction from someone with no technical knowledge and take his dancing to another level, or will his predjudice leave him in the chorus line?
Freshman at UCLA. Texan. Dancer. Unsure about his major. Middle child. Straight A student. Goofball. That was how Jared would have described himself as 2 weeks ago, when he started at UCLA.
Excited about living out from under his parents roof for the first time. Never would he have added pig headed and arrogant. Stubborn maybe. But over the last 2 weeks, he had to re-evaluate himself.
And now, on a rare rainy day in LA, soaked from the run from the bus stop to the apartment building, Jared could admit he was all of those things. And he didn’t like it. So, swallowing his pride, Jared opened the door to the apartment building, and prayed that he hadn’t lost his one chance at help.
Jared sighed to himself as he walked, like a man going to his doom, down the hallway of the apartment building. The number 25 glared at him from the door of the man he needed to see. Jared hoped that he could take back his hurtful words and that Jensen could forgive him for being pig headed. As he stopped in front of the door, he rose to his full, impressive, height. Taking a deep breath and knocking, he hoped he looked more confident than he felt.
2 weeks before
The first thing Jared did when he got to the college campus was find a dance studio with a room for him to practice in. Well after he had gotten his dorm room key. And found said dorm room. And lugged all his stuff, with the help of his parents and siblings. Up 3 flights of stairs. And met his roommate Chad. And his RA Mike. Jared though that maybe Mike though being an RA is just a way to get all the people on his floor drunk or stoned on a regular basis. ‘All the cool people,’ Mike had said with a wink.
Jared thought he might be able to shake his family with a simple ‘thanks for the help, I’ll call you when I’m settled’, and a few teary hugs (from his momma of course) when they got to his room. But, no such luck. His mother wanted his side of the room ‘at least semi respectable Jared’. So Jared let her fuss over him for a while before Jeff stepped in and herded his family out of the room, acknowledging Jared’s thankful smile with a small nod of his head.
So, maybe the studio was the 7th or 8th thing he did.
Finally, with his parents and siblings gone, Jared set out to find Mike. Mike was semi helpful; at least telling Jared there was a studio on campus for student use. ”Although you generally need a key to get in
At the slump of Jared's shoulders Mike grinned again.
"Don't worry J-man; I know for a fact that Jenny's there today". He not too gently pushed Jared out the door with an 'I think you two will get on great.'
It was with great trepidation and excitement that Jared looked up at the building that housed the dance studios and the arts departments. Jared hoped that Mike hadn’t sent him on a wild goose chase and he resettled the gym bag on his shoulder before he opened the door. He walked with quick strides to the door at the end of the hall. Jared slowed as he neared the door as he heard music coming from the room. ‘At least Mike told me the truth’ Jared though as he turned the door knob and the door opened for him. As it did he heard a thump and a muffled curse, and Jared quickly entered the studio and hoped that Jenny hadn’t hurt herself. Jared knew from personal experience how unforgiving the wooden floor could be.
Jared stopped dead when a guy picked himself up from the floor, flexed his left ankle and right wrist and stepped back into the middle of the floor. His eyes were closed as he counted off the beats to the r’n’b/hip hop music coming from the speakers before he launched himself back into the dance. Jared was mesmerised. This guy moved in a way, Jared hadn’t seen outside of movies or music videos. He was so sure and confident in his movements, every step sliding effortlessly into the next. Jared stared, mouth open, as the guy threw himself into a back flip, landing easily, before he finished off with a perfect triple spin.
Jensen startled as he opened his eyes and saw the guy standing before him; awe clear on his expressive face. Jensen panted as his heart rate returned to normal. “Can I help you?” he asked when it was clear the guy wasn’t going to talk first.
The guy shook his head as if to clear it and stuck out his hand with a huge grin. “Sorry, I’m just... you’re amazing,” the guy gushed. “You must be Jenny.”
Jensen visibly cringed at the name, and the guy looked embarrassed. “Jensen”, he said as he shook the guy’s hand. “I see you’ve met Mike.”
“Ah, yeah. He’s my RA. Sorry.” The guy shrugged. “I’m Jared.”
Jensen waved away Jared’s apology. “It’s alright. You can’t help who your RA is.” Jensen leaned down to pick up his discarded water bottle, swallowing almost half of it in one go. “Not to be rude or anything, but were you here for a reason, or did Mike send you?” Jensen raised his water bottle to his lips again and Jared realised he was staring.
“Huh? Oh, a bit of both really.” Jensen eyed him warily as he threw the, now empty water bottle back towards his stuff. “I asked where a good place to practice was, and he sent me here. So yeah, both.”
Jensen nodded. “Ok. So, did you want to practice? I was gonna just sit over there,” he pointed over behind his stuff to where a pile of books were, “and do some reading. Sometimes being a grad student sucks. Do you mind? I can go somewhere else.”
Jared shook his head. “It’s fine man. You were here first, and I’d hate to kick you out of your dance space, even if you are using it to study before school’s even started.”
Jensen just grinned, and started to walk towards his books, picking up his water bottle and black gym bag on the way. “Alright kid, let’s see what you’ve got then.”
Jensen said it with a smile but Jared still felt the nervousness ignite in his stomach. Jared loved performing, he did. He was a natural, but he still felt the butterflies anytime he had to dance in front of someone new. Especially on his own. In front of someone who was as insanely talented as Jensen. And hot. And, oh god, did he really just think this guy was hot?
‘Here for a couple of hours and already crushing Jared’. He berated himself.
Jensen settled himself on the floor and started to stretch out some of his overworked and abused muscles as he watched Jared put his stuff on the floor. He noticed Jared pull off his shoes and then his pants to reveal tights underneath. Jensen’s first instinct was ‘tights, really?’ before ‘oh, nice ass, and long, lean legs, I want to bite those hipbones’.
Jensen shook his head a little and concentrated on finishing his stretches as he subtly watched Jared pull on a pair of worn in ballet shoes, rising onto his toes then back down a couple of times before he walked over to the CD player mounted near the mirrors. “Do you mind if I put some music on?”
Jensen shook his head. “Nah man, do what you’ve gotta do.” Then he promptly looked down at his books, and pointedly not at Jared. He heard soft piano notes come from the speakers as Jared took a few deep breaths before he started to move to the music. Jensen was amazed someone of Jared’s size could look so graceful. He watched for a few minutes before he turned back to his readings and lost himself in his books.
After an hour or so, Jared finally stopped, a little light headed from where he’d had almost nothing to eat, and very little water, all day. He walked over to the stereo and turned off his music. He could feel Jensen watching him as he took off his shoes, and pulled his jeans back on before bending to put his sneakers back on. Jensen had stopped reading a little over 30 minutes ago, well, gave up the pretence of studying anyway. He had openly watched the younger man dance, in awe over how graceful Jared looked while dancing. But he was so focused on his movements, so set on being precise. It was graceful, but at the same time jerky and Jensen had spent a lot of time trying to work Jared out.
When Jared finally stood up, swaying a little, he completely missed the alarm that passed over Jensen’s face. He found Jensen staring at him, his study stuff packed away in his gym bag, and his iPod tucked into the pocket of his cargo pants; the ear buds peaking out over the top of his white singlet. “What?” Jared asked expectantly.
“You’re good.” Jensen said finally. Jared nodded, like he expected the compliment.
“But, there’s no passion there. No fire. I can see you thinking about the next movement when I watch you.” Jensen swung his bag over his shoulder as he started towards the door, as if he expected Jared to follow him out.
Jared thrust out his arm and caught Jensen by the strap of his bag. He yanked him back in, not caring that Jensen rubbed his shoulder in pain. “What do you mean there’s no passion? Ballet is my life!”
“I can see that, that’s the problem. Dance should be something you love, something you live for. Not some chore that requires hours of perfecting every single move. Your technique is perfect Jared, absolutely perfect. Even I can see that and I never studied ballet in my life, but there’s nothing else there. You’re just a perfectionist when it comes to technique, but there’s nothing else there. The audience can see you thinking about your next step, and how it flows, where you have to be on the stage, and all the technical stuff they don’t want to think about.”
Jared saw red. How dare this street dancer tell HIM, a trained ballet dancer, how to dance? “I have spent hours perfecting my dancing, perfecting my technique! You already said you know nothing about ballet, so how can you criticize me? You have no idea what I go through to be able to do what I do!” Jared was all but yelling.
“I know Jared, but I know passion, and you don’t have it. Not for dance.” Jensen sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I don’t mean to insult you, or piss you off.”
“Too late on both accounts.” Jared said as he stormed out of the studio and into the hallway. Jensen heard the door of the building slam into the outside brick wall, then back onto its frame as Jared all but ran out of the studio and back to his dorm room.
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