Title:Danse de l'amour et l'amitié
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: possibly up to NC-17...not sure... this one will be a bit more innocent... maybe only very-very light NC-17 (nondescriptive)
Pairing:Eventually Treckett with a few other thrown in
POV:3rd
Summary:Every other dance school in the nation has rejected William Beckett because he's too lean, he isn't strong enough, and he's been trained the same as girls...will his miracle acceptance to Valden Academy of the Arts prove to be his chance to make it to the top, or will his prove to be his greatest disaster? Enter the life of a teenage boy who is thrust into a world of friends, failure, success, and... possibly love?
Disclaimer:...i would tell you it's bad to google yourself or your friends... but who the hell am i kidding? if someone wrote stories about me and my friends, i'd read them too, so go ahead, boys! Take a look!
Author Notes:meeting the parents... treckett style!!! (eeep!) (okay, guys, i've only gotten four comments the last two chapters. i generally have a five comment rule, so you need to step it up. i know it's annoying to comment sometimes, but it's one thing not to comment a story thats already got like, fifteen comments, but to not comment a story that has... NO comments yet... that make me sad. so step it up a little, okay? love you!)

Danse de l'amour et l'amitié


Travis spent two hours in his room with his mom going through all his clothes. “Momma, what about this one?” he walked out wearing a blue long sleeve button down shirt and his nicest pair of jeans. “What do you think?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “I think blue isn’t really your color. Not that shade at least.” she said. “Honestly, baby, just wear what you normally wear! What’s with the nice clothes?” she asked.

Travis rolled his eyes. “Will’s parents didn’t even know about me until this weekend! They don’t know about my tattoos and piercings, they don’t know anything about me except all the nice things Bill’s told them, so I gotta make a good impression!” he said. “I wasn’t so damn nervous about you meeting him because he is what any parent wants their kid to bring home. He’s smart, and sweet, and beautiful.” Travis smiled vacantly, then he ran into his closet and came back out with a different shirt on, freaking out as he buttoned it back up.

“His parents are going to hate me, because I’m far from the perfect ‘bring home to mommy’ boy that he is! They are really modest and conservative people! I mean, they wouldn’t let his sister pierce her ears until she was FIFTEEN!” he said, hands shaking as he missed a few buttons of his white and lavender striped shirt and had to go back and fix them. “And here William, their baby boy, is bringing me home. They probably expect some preppy, highlighted, white boy. I’m this tattooed, pierced eighteen year old black boy that’s come into their house, barged into their lives, and fallen in love with their son!” he said dramatically, as he all but ripped the white and purple shirt off and grabbed the tan and white striped one he’d tried on an hour ago again.

Sara looked up at him and smiled slightly. “Baby, you do realize what you just said, don’t you?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

Travis finished putting on the lavender shirt, again, and sighed. “What did I say?” he asked, looking up absently as he buttoned it. He straightened up the shirt and sighed. “I think this one looks the least showy, don’t you?” he asked looking in the mirror.

She walked over and stood beside Travis straightening his collar as she looked up at him in the mirror. “Baby, you just you’ve fallen in love with William.” she said smiling.

Travis paled a bit and got still. “I-I…” his eyes lit up and he smiled slightly, blushing a bit. “I think I do love him, mom.” he said, biting his lip. “It hasn’t even been a month, but I really do think I’m in love with him.” he said, smiling as he straightened his shirt collar again.

She smiled. “I knew it when you first told me about him, baby. He is a great boy.” she said, smiling. “I could hear it in your voice.” she said.

He blushed. “I just hope I don’t slip up and say it to his face or something. Now THAT would freak him out.” he said, as he pulled his hair back into a reserved looking ponytail rather than his wild fro.

She smiled and hugged him. “I’m so proud my little boy is growing up to be a good man.” she said. “You are lucky to have found that boy, and he’s lucky you didn’t give up on him when he didn’t flirt back.” she said, looking up into his face.

Travis smiled. “Now I just gotta try not to scare the hell out of his family.” He said, sighing.

She hugged him. “Don’t worry baby, even if they don’t like you, William does, so he’ll have your back.” she said supportively. “And you’ve always got your momma.” she said.

Travis smiled. “I love you momma.” he said, hugging the shorter woman. “But I gotta go! Pete’s letting me drive his car…Hahaha.” he said, smirking. “This is gonna be fun.” he said, smiling.
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Travis parked in the driveway and took a deep breath as he made sure the house was the right one. He climbed out of the car and looked in the side mirror. He had contemplated taking out his nose ring and his Monroe, but he didn’t want William to think he was trying to hard to impress his parents so he left them in.

Travis walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, straightening his shirt as he fidgeted nervously. The door opened and a woman with long wavy brown hair and familiar brown eyes smiled out. “May I help you?” she asked politely.

Travis smiled, and cleared his throat. “Hi, you must be William’s mother. I’m-” He was cut off by a squeal and a blur passing his mom to all but tackle him in a hug.

“TRAVIE!” William squealed hugging him. “GUESS WHAT! Madame Poitier got me tickets to see Giselle Friday night at Harris Theater!!!” he said, happily.

Travis beamed. “Wow, that’s great, baby!” he said, smiling. He loved seeing William so happy. William stood up on his toes to kiss him, but Travis turned his face so William met his lips, then nodded at his mother, who was standing there with her eyes wide in apparent shock.

William turned back and blushed. “Oh, hey mom, this is Travis. Um, Travis, this is my mom.” he said, smiling nervously.

His mother quickly broke from her stupor and shook Travis’s hand. “Hello Travis, it’s wonderful to meet you. William’s said… so many… wonderful things about you.” she said, giving William a questioning look. “Um, Come in!” she said with a wide smile, leading them both inside. William laced his fingers with Travis’s and leaned up to kiss his lips briefly while his mom’s back was turned.

They all walked into the living room where William’s father and older sister were sitting. “Dear, Hannah, this is Travis. William’s boyfriend.” His mother announced, giving a small laugh.

William’s father and sister looked up and looked shocked for a moment, before fixing smiles on their faces. “Hello, Travis. We’ve heard wonderful things about you from William.” Mr. Beckett said, standing to shake Travis’s hand, awkwardly looking up to see his face.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, sir.” Travis said, smiling politely. “Thank you guys so much for having me over. It’s very nice of you.” he said politely.

William’s mother smiled. “Um, have a seat, Travis! William, can you come with me for a second.” she said, sending William a look as she walked out.

William bit his lip. “Um, I’ll be just a minute Travie.” he said, squeezing his hand with a smile as he turned and walked out. Travis awkwardly sat down in a chair while William’s father and sister seemed to search for something to say.

His sister looked up. “So, uh, how do you like Chicago?” she asked. “William told me you’re just moving in.” she said.

He smiled. “Oh, it’s great! Yeah, I moved in with two of our teachers. I’m gonna be staying with them for a while and then I’m gonna try to get a place of my own around here.” he said. “I like it here.” he said.

“Where about are you living now?” Mr. Beckett asked.

Travis tried to remember. “Um, I’m still not very familiar, but its in Wilmette.” he said. “They have a nice house. It’s three bedroom and it’s just them, so they gave me one of the spare bedrooms.” he said. “Pete is probably my best friend at that school, so he was nice to let me live there. He’s gonna help me find some work dancing when I graduate too.” he said.

“And Pete is…?” Mr. Beckett asked.

“Oh! Pete is Professor Wentz.” he explained. “He and Patrick are both professors at school.” he said.

Mr. Beckett nodded and their silence set in again. Travis fidgeted with his shirt sleeves, hoping William would be back soon before the awkward silence ended in him throwing up from the nervous feeling in his stomach.
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William followed his mother into the kitchen and she looked at him with a curious expression. “What is it, mom?” he asked innocently.

She bit her lip. “So… That’s Travis?” she asked a bit nervously.

William looked at her. “Yes.” he said, drawing the word out. “What do you think?” he asked.

She sighed and walked to the stove. “Well, he’s… polite.” she offered. She looked back. “I just…I really wasn’t expecting something like that.” she said.

William felt himself getting angry. “Okay, he’s a someone, not a something, and what do you mean, ‘like that’?” he asked.

She looked at him. “William you brought home a black man, who I know is a lot older than you, with more metal in his face than a tool shop!” she said. “And were those tattoos on his hands?” she asked. “What all other tattoos does he have?” she asked.

William rolled his eyes. “He has a lot of tattoos, mom. Some I’m sure I haven’t seen yet.” he said, and she cringed visibly. “He’s only eighteen.” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “ONLY eighteen? William, you turned sixteen in august!” she said.

“Yeah, and he turned eighteen in September!” he said, crossing his arms. “Mom, what does it matter? You’ve heard everything I’ve told you about him. He’s amazing!” he said.

“William, he’s a black eighteen year old man with those horrible piercings and tattoos! I never thought for a moment THAT was what Travis was.” he said.

William was angry and hurt. He didn’t really expect any different, but he really hoped his mom would be welcoming and open. “Mom, you’ve always taught me what someone looks like, and especially the color of someone’s skin, is not indicator of what kind of person they are. Travis is the most amazing boyfriend to me.” he said. “He is beautiful, and sweet and he makes me feel like I’m the most special person in the world.” he said dramatically.

She rolled her eyes. “William, I’m not saying he’s a bad person…I’m just shocked.” she said. “I-I just expected different.” she said. “Don’t you dare make me out to be racist, William, you know I’m not.” she said shaking a finger at him. “I just… Dear, he’s eighteen!” she said. “And he looks… he looks like an ex con.” she said honestly.

William’s jaw dropped. “Oh my lord, you did NOT just say my boyfriend looks like an ex con!?” he gaped. “Whatever, you know? Just… meet him! Let’s have dinner, and you talk to him, and trust me, you wont think like this afterwards, I can assure you.” he said.

She sighed. “I hope so, William, cause… I’m just… I have issues with you dating someone so much older who looks like an add for a tattoo parlor with a piercing station.” she said.

He laughed. “Sure mom. But really, just come meet him. You’ll adore him!” he said, smiling hopefully.