Teach Me How to Rowie (Sammy)

[Rowan Booker]

Dancing was literally the only thing that could get a rise from Rowan. It was his passion. It was everything to him. His whole life revolved around dancing and one day he was going to be the best dance teacher Boston ever knew. He was going to end up at Julliard and make a name for himself as a dancer because he was the best one out there. Not to mention, finding a guy that enjoyed ballet, tap, modern, jazz, lyrical and hip/hop as much as him, was next to impossible. He did it all and excelled in everything because that's one of the few things he actually focused on. When he wasn't off whoring around, banging everything in sight, he was dancing, or at least working out to keep in shape so that he could dance even better. 

Naturally with his career in mind, if ever asked to teach dance to someone, he found it impossible to say no. At least, for a price. Not in this case though, this was a special case. Sammy was one of the couple of girls that he absolutely adored and would do everything and anything for. She was like his Hammel Beat, along with Callie. Both girls just reminded him so much of Beatrice that he found he couldn't even hit on them because it felt insanely awkward. All he pictured was some horny teenage boy hitting on his baby cousin. Granted she was about thirteen and it was only natural to start feeling those sort of things, but still! No horny boy was gonna get anywhere near his girl. No way, no how. And the same kind of went for Sammy and Callie-cat. He wasn't all that fond of the guy that Callie seemed to be interested in, though with her you could never be completely sure if she was really into it. She loved everyone, much like he himself did. From what he heard around the House, the guy was kind of a dick about it.

Anyway, after setting up a time in the auditorium that he could meet with Sammy, he made sure to set everything up just the way he needed it. His iPod was set up, with many different playlists depending on what kind of dancing she wanted to work on and while he waited for her to show, he stretched out as per usual, sporting loose-hanging sweatpants and a wife-beater. Easiest thing to dance in honestly.

[Sammy Wilder]

Running through the halls with her loose tee dropping down one shoulder to reveal a bright blue tank top strap, Sammy hoped her flapping bag didn't hit anybody.

"Ah! Rowie's gonna kill me!" she muttered to herself as she made her way down to the auditorium for the dance lesson she was going to get from her sort of older brother. She called it a dance lesson but she clearly wasn't paying for it so really, it was just a very generous offer from Rowan to spend some time with her teaching some of his slick moves.

The Halloween dance was coming up so Sammy wanted to complement her kickass costume with some kickass moves. Not that anybody had asked her to go with them but what the heck. Hopefully she would meet someone who came alone. Hopefully that someone was Callie.

Finally at the auditorium, Sammy saw Rowan at the stage and yelled out an apology. "I am soooo super sorry for being late!" She ran up to the stage and leaped in a single bound on to the elevated floor and slid her bag to the corner, catching her breath as she looked up at Rowan under her mess of blonde curls and smiled.

"Hi!"

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan finished up with his stretches, feeling loose and warm. Dancing always made him feel really good, even just the stretching part of it. He felt like he could do anything and not pull a muscle or anything. It was great. Working out in general did that for him though. He just loved the feeling of being so ready, so pumped for anything and everything that could possibly happen.

Just as he stood up straight again, he heard a long string of rushed words and little footsteps pattering against the ground as Sammy came scurrying up the steps. He put his hands out, hoping that she'd stop before plowing into him or something. Man that would have screwed things up big time, though he was fairly sure that he could lift her or catch her before she ran into him. She was a tiny thing after all. So much cute in one little person. It was crazy.

"Calm down, babe. You're fine, really. You just missed out on stretching, so we're a little behind, but you've got my undivided attention for as long as you need. Now, stretch and I mean really stretch," Because if one did not stretch properly, bad things happened and Rowan didn't want to have to carry her to the infirmary from a pulled hamstring or quad muscle. Those things hurt like a beeotch. Trust him, he knew these things.

Before she could get into stretching though, he snagged her up in a hug and gave her a good squeeze, "Good to see you, kid. How ya been?" She was definitely one of those girls that he just couldn't think about ever corrupting.

[Sammy Wilder]

A wide smile appeared on Sammy's face once she managed to get her breathing under control. She used his outreached hands to pick herself up, nodding at his reassurance and pushing her hair back with the back of her hand.

The order to stretch was met with a brisk nod. Clearly she had to listen to Rowan; he was the expert after all. But before she could do anything, she was swept off her feet by the much taller dancer. A squeak escaped her lips and she gripped whatever her hand could reach and clung on to it.

"Row!" She laughed before hugging the boy back. "Good to see you too, Boat." Smiling widely, she pushed against Rowan's hold to look at him while still stuck in his arms. "I've been okay. Now put me down you giant." The blonde giggled.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan was a very complicated to understand, and very few people got the chance to really, really get him. There were times that he was one of the biggest jerks anyone could ever imagine, the next minute he was like this. Carefree, happy, fun. The problem was, that most of the time, he found he was faking all of what he felt on the outside. He was happy for distractions such as these, where he could teach one of his very good friends how to dance, to share his passion with someone in a way that wasn't through their pants.

Only a few people got to see truly carefree Rowan because he only ever danced with a few people. Callie being his main dancing partner, but now Sammy. He was going to make her wicked good and it excited him to get things going. Sure that she would love it maybe as much as him, he could only hope really. After a few more swings, he set her down on her feet and smiled down at her, "Sorry, sorry. I just haven't seen ya in a while. Like, since I got back from Boston and I missed ya, Sammy." Because she was hard not to miss. Literally one of the most adorable people he'd ever met.

"Okay, now you may stretch," He smirked and wiggled his limbs out to get them loosened up again. The secret was to keep moving, if you stood around and did nothing for five minutes, you were at risk for getting injured because your muscles cool down. He wasn't keen on the idea of Sammy getting hurt during their lesson. "Legs, especially. There's a lot of leg work involved in dancing, clearly. But also really stretch out your shoulders and arms so you can have a strong frame." He was in teacher mode now, his carefree attitude still very much there, but more reserved.

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy smiled back up at her friend before throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "I missed you too, Rowan Booker. And I really miss that accent of yours." Sammy grinned and went to the side to stretching.

She nodded at Rowan's advice as she got down to the floor and stretched out one leg to the side, reaching one hand over to put it under the sole of her trainers.

"What do you mean by a strong frame?" Sammy asked, turning around to look up at him inquisitively.

[Rowan Booker]

"Hard not to miss my accent," He smirked and gave her a peck on the cheek, not nearly as wet as hers had been. If anyone watched the way he was with this girl, they'd probably think he was in love with her. All of the affection, the way he didn't mind the physical stuff so much when he was with her, it was very non-Rowan. He was not a fan usually of the cutesy stuff, but there were exceptions to all of his rules. And those exceptions were in the form of three lovely girls. All of which he had a very platonic relationship with (seeing as how the one was his cousin).

Her question was to be expected. Dancer terms. He figured he should probably tone it down a bit so that she would understand what he was going to do and what she had to do in order to follow suit. It wasn't difficult to catch on and perhaps a few dance terms she would understand. But until he knew for sure, he figured he'd stick with terms she'd understand.

Rowan smiled, "Strong frame refers to your upper body, arms, shoulders and abdomen. It's also what makes up the core which is vital in dancing. If you have a flimsy frame, the dancing doesn't look as refined. You see spaghetti arms and bad posture at high school dances, not in competition." He hopped up and down a bit to get his body moving now that he was all stretched.