Dancing is the breath of life, you can dance for joy, sorrow, or anger. What happens when you dance with the right person at the right time?
I'd like to say love...but will it ever be that easy
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{POINT N KILL}
{Episode 7}
"Sooo what is this?" the question proposed as the cool Brooklyn air brushed past their bodies, Aubrey's brown eyes stared at the boarded-up windows and the greenery growing up the sides.
A black gate with a sign saying 'NO PARKING OR TRESPASSING' boldly made eye contact with him before his eyes turned towards the short ballerina in front of him, a complete stranger he had met in a club who could've done so many things under the darkness of the New York night.
"My dream"
"And what does a dream have to do with an adventure?" blowing air on her neck he had gotten used to annoying the beauty close by.
Shoving his head from her she opened her mouth to respond "The adventure was you taking the subway alone"
"I wasn't alone, I had my prima donna to protect me"
"Who said I was protecting you" pressing her lips she kept the laugh building behind her ombre lips.
The hues of pink taunted Aubrey "Well you got that pepper spray and that kubaton on your keychain has feeling me real safe"
"Aww, really I thought it was that black van you have following us" Yewande fully turned over her shoulder to look at him.
His face looked slightly confused as she hadn't spoken or been close enough to see behind him "Dude I'm from the Heights and you're not that big" a yawned grace her lips while she threw her bag into the soft bush behind the gate.
Her right elbow nudged Aubrey's side before jogging back and getting a running start to a clean jump, clearing the fence almost twice her size.
"Come on your turn" Yewande chuckled, waving at the black tinted windows before making her way to the front steps of the house, in her mind, she knew Aubrey would need her help.
From what she knew, he grew up clean, a middle-classed life in a great neighborhood for children raising, jogging up the steps she grabbed a bobby pin she kept hidden in her braids and played with the lock.
For a few seconds, the lock wouldn't budge but by the time her wrist gave a good hit the old door creaked open like normal.
Turning her head right in time to see Aubrey clear the fence the same way she did, grabbing her bag from the bush he kept his head low jogging to the stairs. "Hmm" she happily moaned leaving him on the porch alone
"The fuck does hmmm mean" he chuckled entering the home expecting to be hit with the smells of neglect he was surprised as the lavender and lemon scent he stepped in welcomed him in.
"I bought this"
"It makes so much more sense, I've rarely met any dancers that willingly live in the Heights" finally her lips curled in laughter.
