The Girl on The Bus

Chapter 4

Santana's room was organized and clean. She had black curtains that hardly let the sun come through. Her red pillows sat comfortably on her black cotton bed sheets. Her room wasn't the biggest but there was enough space for a little practicing.

"We should brainstorm some ideas for our routine" Santana said as she reached for the music player that was right next to her bed. She then carefully placed it on her dressing table.

I was too focused on the posters above her bed so I forgot to give an answer, instead I just slightly nodded. She had posters of Whitney Houston, Madonna and Amy Whinehouse and a bunch of other people I didn't have time to name.

She turned on her music box and we practiced for about 20 minutes, until there was a knock at the door.

A soft voice flooded the room as the door peered open. "Hey girls, I brought you both some water."

Santana uttered back "Thanks Mom you can just leave it on the desk."

Her Mom set the cups down on the desk and left.

We practiced for another half an hour until my Mom came to pick me up. My Mom was waiting in the car while I was at the doorstep with Santana.

"I had a great time practicing with you" I said as I reached for my coat hanging on the hooks beside the door.

"I had a great time with you too" Santana responded.

I got into my car and thought about Santana the whole ride home. Even though it's only a couple of hours until I would see her again, those hours felt like years.