Dance practice is, as usual, my favourite part of my day. My friends chatter excitedly about the upcoming winter recital and I smile nervously. I've been cast as lead this year, and although it's not my first lead part, it is the most intense.
Saskia sidles up next to me, far more smiley than usual and I frown. Kia's been acting a little strangely ever since the sleepover and I don't have the heart to ask why.
"What's up, chicken? You seem anxious?" She asks suddenly, her eyes watching my antsy fingers play with each other familiarly. I shake my head, knowing that I'm not this anxious about my part in the recital. It's almost like this anxiety isn't mine.
"I'm not sure, I can't explain it. I just feel really...nervous for some reason." I say gently, knowing I sound crazy but Kia shrugs sympathetically.
"It's probably about that dance college application. Have you decided if you're going to apply? Because you should, it's an amazing school and they'd be stupid to turn you down." She says kindly and I blush, smiling at her suggestion.
I had almost entirely forgotten about the prestigious dance college. A talent scout had come round a month ago and had put a flier in my hand, but I never really dreamt she meant anything by it. But with Kia's optimism and nothing to lose, I decided that I should apply. All they can say is no, right?
We push open the studio doors and I smile as the fresh air caresses my face. The studio can get so stuffy.
"Hey Kia, isn't that your brother?" Someone points out and my head shoots up, quite without my permission as my eyes search for the illusive character. All thoughts of dance schools fall out of my mind when my eyes settle on him.
He's not difficult to find. A tall man leans against a bike effortlessly, his hair dark and unruly just like Kia's, with dark searching eyes. His features are very similar to Kia's as well, sharp and defined with an elegant fluidity. More than that, his features hold character. He holds himself carefully, not quite relaxed. He's dressed simply in a white t-shirt and black jeans and although he's not quite what I expected, he's so much more. I don't find myself satisfied with just his appearance, I want to know him, and more importantly I want him to know me. I shake my head at the ridiculous, attention-seeking thought.
He raises a hand to wave, smiling as he does so and his face completely changes. What was brooding and detached is now free and painfully handsome. I watch the siblings interact with a slight smile, noting the similarities in their movements and expressions, and noting just how different they are as well.
Kit is quieter than his sister, but a far more dominating presence. They share the same contagious smile and the same demeanour, gravitating towards each other. Kit laughs at something his sister says and I force myself to look away, shaking my head again at my silly fascination.
He probably doesn't know that I exist and even if he did, I would be his sister's silly little friend. Nothing more.
I head home, my heart heavy as I think of the rest of the week ahead. I enter my house, surprised to find that I'm not alone.
"Mum? What are you doing home so early?" I ask, placing my bag down on the counter. She looks up at me and smiles sadly. She sighs and shakes her head, looking down at the papers on the counter.
"I'm trying to sort out..oh don't worry about it sweetheart." She says, clearing the papers away. They're bills, I can tell. I hesitate for a moment, wandering if it's my place to say anything. Wondering if there's anything I can say. I decide against it and nod, wandering upstairs to my room.
I dump my bag onto my floor and gravitate towards my music stand. I pluck up my violin and hum contentedly, leaning into the chin rest. My fingers play this piece off by heart, my head free to wander as the lovely tune comes together. I think idly about a harmony which would complement the piece, a piano harmony I decide.
My mind drifts to the music at Kia's house, the lovely lullaby's that Kit had played so effortlessly. He was a very talented pianist and I silently wander who's his favourite composer, when did he learn to play, what could he possibly think about to conjure such painfully effortless beauty?
I stop mid-piece, my mind too boggled with a boy I've never even met. It's a ridiculous schoolgirl infatuation. Nothing more.
I flop down on my bed and think of soulmates, wondering if I'll ever meet mine, will I even know if I do meet them, and wondering if I ever want to. I mull it over quietly, thinking of the emptiness of my life, the friends I am so isolated from and the family whom are barely ever there, before coming to the conclusion that I'd like to meet them very much.
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A/N short one, soz.
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Teen Fiction-A soulmate story- Kit Taylor keeps to himself. Awkward, reserved and anxious, he doesn't expect to find his soulmate. When he finds her in none other than Clara Evelyn, his twin sister's kind, talented and beautiful best friend, his world just abou...
