Walker Scobell ³

You were already rehearsing for your 15th birthday, all excited with the classic "waltz time, time for nah nah ajá sí ajajaj", because obviously you already knew it and even sang it mockingly.

Your family all set up: your aunt was going to bring the rice, your uncle the carnitas, the neighbor volunteered with the salsas, and even the grumpy cousin offered to blow up balloons.

For the choreography, you brought in some cousins, some friends, and among them Walker, your childhood buddy who's always had your back. Everyone said "I'm in," and a guy who was kind of effeminate but really good at dancing took charge of teaching them the steps.

Things were going well until the guy had the brilliant idea of ​​making Walker your main escort because he was "the best dancer." So, you agreed, but the more you danced with him, the more memories of your teenage years came flooding back: "Oh man, did I really like this guy before?... nah, nah, he's just my buddy, I'm over him... I think. "

Okay guys, let's get into position, the choreography is almost ready!

The dance teacher shouted.

Everyone got settled in, Walker stood in front of you and just gave you a little smile. You thought: "Oh no, I'm so nervous... and we still have to do the lift, damn it. "

Mexican/Latin American AU

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