My Crush's Roommate

Chapter 11

She looks at me. Her brown-grey eyes glimmered.

"And how about you? What would you like to do?"

I swallow my bite of frozen yogurt, tasting a hint of caramel. "...I'm going for an English major. Journalism, to be specific. I wanted to be a journalist because I've always been interested in life itself,"

She nods. "Anything else? Like a hobby, maybe?"

Taylor looks up at me. "Well... I love dancing,"

I grin. "Dancing?" She nods. "Let's get it on then!"

I stand up from my chair and bang the palms of my hands in a drumming rhythm. "Taylor! Taylor! Taylor!" I chant.

She starts to laugh. "Not here, silly!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean not here," She scraped the last little bit of the frozen yogurt. Then, she stands up. "Follow me,"
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She took me to a middle school area.

"Hey Jeffrey," She greets.

He's a coach from the San Fran Intermediate school.

He was a tall Chinese man who has a warm welcoming smile on his face. "Taylor! It's good to see you, darling!"

"This is Justin, my friend..." I'm glad that we are now friends.

"Hello, Justin-son!"

I was confused. "...Justin-son?"

She snorts. "It's just a saying," I nod slowly, making myself less puzzled.

"Not only Jeffrey is the San Fran Intermediate coach, but he's also my dancing coach as well. We practice a lot together," Taylor explains.

I nod slowly again. "So... you gonna dance or what?"

She rolls her eyes. "Funny. But seriously, I think that Jeffrey is a little bust with the intermediate school-"

"Me? Busy? Oh no, I'm totally okay,"

Taylor widens her eyes. I streak a smile across my face. "...Whatdya say?"

She frowns. "Fine. But you're gonna laugh,"

Taylor takes stand on the gym floor.
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Taylor's POV:

I've never been so nervous to perform in front of anyone in my life.

My fingers start to sweat as I shake my hands off.

I took a deep breath, then I motioned Coach Jeffrey to start the music:

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Justin's POV:

Taylor held a her position.

She twirls like a form of ballet. Her body looked as if it was pure flexible elastic.

Then, the form changes to more of a martial arts style, making it more unique.

She reminded me of a fighting swan.

I watched her whole rebellious-graceful performance all the way through.

After her dance was done, she froze in a split.

"So... Uh..." She tries to say words between breaths, but was interrupted by Jeffrey.

We turn to the nice coach. "Very impressive miss Taylor..." He stopped clapping. "You did so much better than your other tries, so... I'm proud of you,"

Taylor smiles. "Thanks Mr Chong,"