Punk Meets Ballet , l.h.

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it was currently a week later and i was stuck on a train.

remi had texted me ( she gave me her number, god knows how i did it, me being the nervous wreck i am ) and she told me to come to her ballet studio down town and to bring my guitar.

there was a little girl on the train with a dad wearing the red hot chilies pepper tee and her wearing a tutu with her hair pulled behind her head. i smiled thinking how that was like remi and her brother.

the train came to a stop and i jogged off towards the address she told me.

i stopped when i came to an old building that had the letters "dance academy of sydney" i nodded to myself and walked in. there was a few doors and she told me to go straight, make a left, then it'd be the second door. i followed her instructions and walked in. she was the only one in the room full of mirrors and mats.

she was faced opposite of me, stretching her leg on a bar. i cleared my throat to make my presence acknowledged.

remi looked in the mirror at me and spun around with a grin.

"hey, luke." she smiled. she came over to me, which was unexpected as she gave me a hug. i hesitated before nuzzling my face into her neck and hugging her back.

"so, what're we doing today." I raised my eyebrows with a small smile.

"well we could talk about ourselves while you play guitar and i dance?" she stated as a question.

"yes ma'am." i nodded and pulled out the instrument.

"what's your full name?" she asked as she stretched her legs.

"luke robert hemmings. and you?" i raised my eyebrows and strummed to green day.

"that's a really cool name," she smiled and let down her leg, moving to the middle of the mats. "mine is remi layla renolds."

i mumbled her name under my breath and smiled. "that's a really beautiful name." i grinned while watching her dance across the mats, spinning and twirling.

"thank you mr.hemmings. um where did you grow up?" she asked then moved her hands gracefully across the air.

"i grew up here, how about you?" i cocked a brow.

"i grew up about two hours away, not much difference. just a bit colder." she smiled.

i finally managed to actually talk and ask her a question.

"what type of music do you listen to?" i smirked to myself.

"i don't really listen to music. unless it's for dance of course."

wait.
what?
who doesn't listen to music? i mean I'd even take country as an excuse. but no music? wow.

"n-not anything?" my eyes widened as she shrugged.

"i like whatever you're strumming." she chuckled and jumped and twirled as i kept strumming.

hey...

maybe she could-

"favorite color?" she asked.

"getting to the deep stuff, huh?" I chuckled. "um i dunno. maybe red?" i shrugged. i finished good riddance by green day, while strumming the last chord remi finished her dance. she then moved back to the middle of the floor and started dancing as i played seven nation army by the white stripes.

she is doing ballet  to electric.

,,,
hahahahhahahahahaha
megan u fckn bloke.
i need to cuddle someone but that certain someone is across the world :-(
aND I FOUND A RLY GOOD SONG I WANNA SHOW HIM BUT UGHABAHA
-m

wait wtf did i do whAt im not a bloke fuk u
(i just started reading this fight me it's cute) -ciary fairy