``my feet don't touch the ground...

Kris began by picking her up in his arms and then twirled around. And how will you be able to stop me falling if you are in my arms? he giggled and hugged her, before placing her back down on her feet. Now...to dance. Hmmm? he tilted his head to the side. Can you dance? he asked, embarrassed. But before he could hear her reply, he got closer to her and stepped forwards and backwards, as though he was dancing. Am I doing it right? he asked and chuckled.

Becca had yelped lightly being lifted from the ground, but found herself clutching onto Kris more. Unaware her feet where secure now, she looked at him and grinned amused. How would I know? I never listened in my dance classes She chuckled, proud of this as she simply followed his movments, laughter once again escaping. She slowly rested her head upon his chest, blinking lightly as the beat of his heart caused her to jump lightly. Listening to it, she felt a new sense of peace, eyes closing as she held onto him. Just dance anyway you want to She murmured, grinning still.

Tut tut Becca Kate Romania... he shook his head, pretending to be ashamed of her. How could you not listen in dance classes? I am ashamed of you! I can't bare to look at you! he giggled and with speed flicked his head to the side, trying to add a dramatic edge to his words. And now look, my feet are dodgy and could have done with the help of a professional dancer! You put my feet to shame! he said in a British accent, as though he was trapped in a Jane Austen novel. Surely you know some dance moves? he assumed and focused his view on her. Gently twirling around, still holding on to her with his tender touch. He laughed out loud as he backtracked his previous words. Ignore my gobberly goop. he informed her and smiled.

A pout had formed within seconds of Kris' fake scolding, her eyes wide and childlike. You offend me dear sir She mimicked in his tone, sniffling patheticly, trying to hold back laughs. Is it so wrong for us to be both terrible dancers and fall over randomy whilst trying to attempt a sane dance? She questioned, gasping in false horror, eyes glinting in amusment. Finding her footing, she managed to pull him into a gently rhytem of movment, sticking out her tongue. Idiot She chimed.

Well Miss... for that, I apologize profusely. Do ignore oneself when indeed in mid baffle. he chuckled, still using his ever so dorky British accent. Dear Miss, do you know how to foxtrot.? Now that indeed would bewilder me. he giggled and beamed a smile in her direction. Maybe I should stop with this iffy accent, before I embarrass myself even more than I have already done. he continued to giggle. That was random. he whispered and never noticed that they were now gently dancing in a actual rhythm. I am still the greatest idiot you will ever come across. he grinned, trying to ignore the pain in which was becoming worse.

I know and I doubt i'll ever come across someone as idiotic Becca proclaimed, feeling somewhat lost in thought as she gazed at him happily, now unaware of any negative feelings. I doubt I'll find someone whose even like you She murmured, voice gentle now as she smiled calm. Happily, she placed another kiss on Kris' jaw, content as she held onto him quietly.

I'm unique...and cool... he chuckled and smiled at her again. Sorry to kill our fun, and our ever so brilliant dance, but can we go home now? he questioned, the pain in his stomach increasing and drowsiness kicking in yet again. He muttered something so quiet that he couldn't even understand it himself and he screeched in pain. Owie. he moaned and closed his eyes, blowing away the pain just like his mother had taught him to do so when he was little.

In response, Becca nodded and pulled away a tad bit reluctant in doing so. Sure...let's get you feeling better! She piped up, holding out her hand for him to take, instantly ready to head back on their main track. She had to admit, she was faintly disapointed, but shook it off. No more slushies for you She murmured seriously, tone mother like as she nodded.

Kris immediately took her hand and squeezed tightly, but not so tight as he hadn't the strength to do so. His other hand, he placed on his tummy and he whined. I feel icky Becca....Just randomly icky too. he moaned. Hey! Don't blame the slushies! he said, slightly defending his favourite drink. He soon found himself hugging Becca, he had no recollection of doing this and so he blinked. Dizzy...I am dizzy. he whispered. moooo. he added.

Becca blinked startled at the sudden embrace but didn't complain as she patted his hands slowly. Just...don't throw up on me She warned, rolling her eyes lightly as she set off with him heading home. She didn't once let go of his hands as she lead him, smiling a little hearing him whine. Just take deep breaths and relax hm? She advised quietly, making sure not to walk to quick in hopes of keeping him on his feet.

Kris nodded. I'll try my best. he said, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths, attempting to calm down and relax. His head began to pound and the pains in his stomach grew. He stumbled a little every two to three steps he took. But soon he was too busy focusing on his racing heartbeat to panic about where he placed his feet.

Becca frowned noticing the growing panic in the air and slowly forced Kris to place most of his weight against her as she sped up. It's definatly the slushy! She whined, worry growing more and more by the passing seconds. She frowned and thoughts which had previously being erased by the joy of earlire moments returned. The bitch Becca twitched. GREAT!

Kris just kept quiet, he hadn't really heard what she had said, due to listening to the rate in which his heart was now pumping blood around. The worry overtook him, he had no idea as to why he would feel this way. And then he thought about it, it took him awhile because the sound of his heartbeat echoed around his thought which confused him every time he attempted to think straight about the situation. And then it hit him. Like a flash of lightning had struck him, the thought came to him, the one that he had been searching for. He blocked out his rhythmic heart and focused on that precise thought. Oh my! he said to himself. Oh my. he repeated, this time aloud. He remembered that the last time he felt this way was the night that he learned that his parents and sister had died. He could see it clearly, his Uncle's face, like it was haunting him. He nearly choked on the air that he was now gasping for...

Within a second of hearing the gasping, Becca had turned to face Kris, placing him on the ground. For fucks sake! She exclaimed in concern, already on her knees looking at him in shock. OI! Listen for once She snapped, trying to gain Kris' attention now in her own panic state. Deep breaths and keep calm! Think of nicer things and be god damned calm! Becca wassn't truly aware her voice was rising higher, it almost breaking as the worry finally seeped its way into her voice. She bit into her lip and tried her best to help, not sure in the situation.

Kris shook in shock, he never expected her to react in that way. All he could do was take sharp quick breaths, the panic overthrew him. He blinked and then opened his eyes wide, focusing on her face, in full terror. sorry. he whispered, trying to think of happier times. The only times in which made him feel warm and happy were the ones in which he was with Becca. He gulped, unable to remember happy memories of his family. sorry. he repeated unknowingly.