Dark Abyss

Chapter 22: Chords Of My Heart

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mikky ekko_smile

mayday parade_so far away

a rocket to the moon_if i'm gonna fall in love

madison beer_melodies

parachute_crave

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Arising from bed Wednesday morning to the pitch-black atmosphere aroused an exotic and distinct sensation to course through every cell in my body. Everyday was the same kind of lethargic feeling that had grown like poison ivy and infected me.

But this feeling was that kind of ludicrous feeling that made me want to stand on top of a table and dance deliriously to the music. It was the tumultuous sense that playing Nicky Minaj and Calvin Harris or Pitbull was absolutely ordinary for me to do.

Standing up from bed felt better. As if my beatific switch had been turned on in the lonely hours of midnight. I was full on smiling and skipping across the floor to my destination.

Deciding to just wash my face and not shower, I danced my way to the kitchen as Panic! At The Disco finished playing on the iPod.

The volume was turned up as high as the speakers could go when Hedley came on, every word of 'Kiss You Inside Out' propelling my body to dance along. I would swing my hips to the beat while scrambling the eggs and run around the kitchen island singing off key at the top of my lungs.

Yeah, I wanna know you inside out,
I'll spend my life trying to figure out .
Just close your eyes and shut your mouth,
And let me kiss you inside out.

Each lyric rushed out off my mouth and into the wooden square-ended spatula I was cooking with while I pretended to be in another world. The chorus kept emboldening my moves, influencing the sway of my arms in the air and coaxing every sensual move to continue.

"Well, would you look at who woke up on the good side of the bed today." A chuckle emerging from the boy standing against the kitchen entrance impeded my bolding dancing. I didn't even notice him when he came in.

"What you talkin' about? I'm always this happy." I fatuously bickered with Luke, not allowing his presence to end my zany moves as I resumed my dancing.

"I beg to differ." He wore a white shirt that had a black leather pocket while the skintight black jeans his legs dressed made them look longer. Luke's left leg was propped up against the wall while he tucked his lip ring between his teeth as he watched me dance, an expression I couldn't bother finding a name to roaming his eyes.

"C'mon! Dance with me." I offered. Centuries of living must have taught him a few moves here and there.

"No. Definitely not." He refused to, shaking his head violently from side to side. It made me laugh hysterically, finding the humor in his abrupt reaction.

"Why? You're afraid you'll make a fool of yourself?" I mocked, hoping he'd let loose.

"Not a bigger than the one you're proving yourself to be in front of me right now." Luke retaliated, chuckling at his own ingenuous response.

"Way to kill the fun, Lucas." I deflated, halting my dancing and proceeded to sit in the stool to eat my breakfast.

"Isn't it the honesty that counts?" He asked, the ghost of a smile etching over his lips. An intense and scintillating expression danced around Luke's dazzling blue eyes that was still hard to place a name to.