Punk Meets Ballet , l.h.

5

"what other songs do you play?" remi asked as she laid on the ground looking at the ceiling.

she looked so beautiful.

"well,,, I play everything." I chuckled. her eyes widened and she sat up quickly.

"everything?!" she screeched.

"yeah, it's not that big of a deal." I shrugged and strummed some random chords.

"that's so cool though! i mean you play all types of music!" she smiled.

oh she thought I meant I just play all types of music,,, no. I meant I can play any song if I listen to it just once.

"WAIT WHAT?!" she squealed.

"hm?" i lazily looked at her as she stood up.

"YOU CAN PLAY ANY SONG?!" she questioned.

"oh shit,,, I said that out loud?" i nervously chuckled and scratched the back of my neck.

"wow, you've got a lot going for yourself hemmings." she grinned and turned her back to me, and did a back bend.

"how so?" i knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

"well, you're a tall blonde, you've got blue eyes, you play guitar, and you're a bad boy. to top all that hotness off you've got the lip ring. you're a catch my friend." she laughed and did a few leaps across the air and landed into a spin.

"oh,,," i chuckled and blushed. "thanks rem, you're not so bad yourself." i mentally face palmed at my awful compliment. I tried to recover by adding some more compliments.

"you can dance and you're pretty and you are so innocent and I'm-I'm going to shut up." i looked down and groaned in my head.

"i am not innocent hemmo!" she declared.

"oh really?" i smirked.

"really." she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

"okay, then tell me, who was your first kiss?" i cocked a brow.

"cole henderson." she smiled in victory.

"first guy to touch your boobs." i coughed awkwardly after saying that.

"i dunno i didn't know him. i slapped him though, then my brother beat him." she chuckled.

"how old are you anyways?" i scratched my knee.

she hesitated and looked down.

"um,,, I'm 16,,," she trailed off.

my eyes widened. not because of the fact that she was 16, but because she looks older than me. why was she so reluctant?

"wow really?" i smiled.

"y-yeah." she stuttered out.

"why are you nervous, rem?" i scrunched my eyebrows together.

"i- you're like 18 and I'm only 16, so I thought once I told you, you'd be weirded out and leave." she frowned.

"awe, hey. I'm not going anywhere. plus, remi, you act as if you are 10 years older than me. you're not much younger than me anyways. just three years." i reassured her.

she smiled to herself and walked over to her gym bag.

"can we get something to eat?" she asked.

"mhm." I nodded. i packed up my guitar as she told me she was going to change in the bathroom and then we could head out.

she came back into the room wearing some baggy jeans and a white half shirt and some black and white high-top converse.

pretty punk for a ballerina.

"let's go." she smiled and shrugged on a nike jacket.

we walked around town for awhile and ended up at a hole in the wall sandwich shop.

we sat down at our booth and talked about life.

"y'know luke, you don't talk about yourself much." she cocked a brow. "why not?"

"I'm kinda shy, that's all." lie.

"well, no need to be shy around me. tell me about your favorite person, what you want to do with your life, your family problems, and how you think the world was made." she giggled and took a sip of her lemonade.

"my favorite person? um,,, I'd say billie joe armstrong,,, but eh, I don't really have a favorite person. um, I'm hoping that I can get into UCLA,,, and i don't have many family problems. I mean i don't know my dad. and i think the world was made from play dough."

"who's billie?" she innocently asked.

i chuckled and sipped my pepsi,"he's my idol. he's the lead vocals and guitarist in green day, a band."

"oh." she blushed with a small smile. "and UCLA? that's amazing,,, and across the world." she chuckled.

"yeah, i am good at maths, and science. i like the stars,,," i smiled down at the table.

"so,,, astronomer?" she smiled. i nodded in response.

"im sorry about your dad. i hope one day you find him,,, unless you don't want to. then i hope he never tries to come back into your life. and the play dough, I agree."

"thanks rem," i smiled. "what about you? who's your favorite person, what are your plans for the future, what're your family problems, and how do you think the earth was made?"

"favorite person; sylvie guillem. i want to make famous shows,,, I want to be in the nutcracker. I currently don't have any family problems, except my brother is a dick. and I believe the earth was made from clay."

"sylvie guillem?" i raised a brow.

"may i-" a pretty girl interrupted. "oh, hi." she winked.

"uh,,, hello." i gulped.

"I'm tristy, I'll be your waiter today, what can I get you?"

"it's waitress." remi piped up.

"I'm sorry?" tristy asked.

"waiters are of the male gender. females are waitresses. I don't suppose you are a male?" remi smirked.

tristy scoffed and rolled her eyes, returning to me.

"what can I get you, cutie?"

"c-can i have the grilled cheese?" i stuttered out.

"sure." she smiled. "one grilled cheese? is that all?"

"actually, I'll have-" remi started.

"okay, your food will be up soon." she smiled and then glared at remi before walking away.

"what the hell?" remi sighed. "guess I won't be eating." she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her lemonade.

"no, what the fuck?" i growled. a waiter passed by and I got his attention.

"hey, can we get another grilled cheese? the girl tristy walked away from us when my girlfriend was ordering."

"sure, I'm sorry about that, sir. I will have our boss have a word with her."

"that's alright, thank you." I smiled as he walked away.

"girlfriend?" remi blushed.

"just shush and tell me about this sylvie guillem."

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I love this book holy fUCKKKK
I haven't slept in 6 days hahahah
fuck
Ily
-m