LEARNING TO DANCE

                                    

                                          
Originally published Nov. 4, 2017
                          
Request: "An imagine where Jack is teaching the reader to dance" 
                          
Title: Learning to Dance
                          
Pairing: Jack x Fem!Reader
                          
Word Count: 364
                          
Summary: Jack teaches you how to dance.
                          
Warning(s): Some cussing
                          
A/N: Thank you so much for helping me with the last four imagines I needed to write! Sooo, this was more of a drabble than an imagine, but I hope y'all enjoy anyways! 
                          
Also, this is the seventeenth of EIGHTEEN imagines that will be posted today! Why eighteen, you may ask? It's because today is my eighteenth birthday, and I'm feeling extra af! I hope y'all enjoy!!
                          


                          
Being a guy and knowing how to dance wasn't exactly a cool thing. People-more specifically, people of the male gender-often ridiculed guys who knew even the most basic of ballroom dances. After all, wasn't that supposed to be a thing girls were into? Why would a guy ever subject himself to something like that? But Jack Avery took pride in knowing how to dance. He could sweep any girl of their feet if he wanted to. Guys may have made fun of him for knowing how to waltz, but girls loved that he could something more than a basic slow dance.
                          
You might've been the exception to that. You had two left feet, and couldn't understand why anyone would find enjoyment in dancing. You couldn't even stand in one place without falling over your own feet. How the hell were you supposed to be able to dance? You swore you would never dance if given the chance, but you apparently weren't strong in your resolve. All it took was for Jack to ask you to dance one time and you melted into an emotional puddle.
                          
The music played in the background. Jack stood in front you. His hand was out, and he was smiling. You didn't want to ruin this. You couldn't ruin this. "I'm sorry," you blurted out, "but I have a confession..." He frowned, waiting for you to say what you needed to say. "...I can't dance."
                          
He laughed, his shoulders shaking as he threw his head back. "Really?" he said. "Is that all? You had me worried there for a second!"
                          
"It's not funny, Jack!"

                          
He grinned at you, taking your hand in his. "I can teach you, angel. Just follow my lead."
                          
He took your other hand and placed it on his shoulder. He spun round and round the room, laughing with you as you fell over his feet. You tripped and stumbled and Jack was as graceful as ever. Eventually, you ended up standing on top of Jack's feet as you danced through the room.
                          
As the song ended, you couldn't help but think that if dancing was that fun, you wouldn't mind dancing with Jack forever.