All Over Me

Chapter 2

Selene

I grab all my stuff and get out of the changing room. It was so hot in there, I needed out.

The first things I see are my sister's green eyes and her crimson lips. Her black heels clink on the floor as she approaches me. "So? How did it go?" she asks me.

I'd like to tell her everything was totally fine,but I've never been able to lie to Ari. She's always been my go to person even before our parents passed away.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. "I think I showed them my perfect technique, but Mr. Archer wanted an improvisation and I have no idea of how to improvise," I tell her. When I look at her face as we walk out the building, she's frowning. "You know ballet dancers rarely do that, unlike contemporary dancers."

She looks at me with a concerned expression. "Yeah I know. What more?"

"Ace was there too, and Mr. Archer wanted our bodies to...like, melt together?"

Ari gives a laugh. "You have no idea what touch is, Sally. This will take you a lot of effort, I guess."

"Please, I don't want to even think about it..." I say sighing.

Oh, Michael is here. The moment he sees us, his face spreads in a wide smile.

"Hey, little dancer!" he exclaims and pulls me into a tight hug.

I stiffen at the unexpected contact. You see? This is my problem, physical contact. Ari and Michael's body and love language is definitely touch. They are always touching each other when they're together, while I...I don't know.

"You nailed it, didn't you?" he asks me, looking down at me with shining amber eyes.

I shrug. "Not really, he wants to see me again tomorrow."

He frowns. "What? What do you mean 'not really'? You're so talented..."

"I may be, but he wants something that I don't have."

He releases me and the three of us start walking down the busy sidewalk. "Which is what? You have everything."

I shake my head and look at my feet. "The art of physical touch."

He snorts. "Physical touch?" He glances at Ari for a brief moment.

She nods once. "It's true," she says. "She's always been in a crystal ball when it comes to physical touch. She barely lets me hug her, you little bitch."

I roll my eyes at her, but it makes me smile. I love my sister so much.

"So what can you do to improve this thing?" Michael asks me.

I chuckle. "Are you really asking me? I have no idea, Michael. Seriously," I say, and glance at Ari too.

"I'm sure you'll get through it," Ari tells me, a small smile on her tinted lips. "Where would you like to go now?"

I sigh. "Actually? I just want to go to the hotel and rest, I'm exhausted."

She looks at me with comprehensive eyes. "I get it."

"Oh, but you two can always go out alone, don't worry about me, okay?" I tell them. "Actually, I'd enjoy some alone time to think."

"Okay, we'll see what we'll do tonight then," Ari says, glancing at her boyfriend, who is smirking. Oh God, these two are always thinking about sex. I'm glad I have my own room, because at home is a constant concert of moans and groans.

I look at Michael with a disgusted expression. "You are unbelievable."

"What's the big deal with me wanting to fuck your sister?" he seriously asks me.

"Oh my God, Michael! Stop! She already hears too much at home, don't start here too," Ari scolds him.

These two are hilarious. They make a perfect couple.

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Oh my God, my feet hurt so bad.

I take off my tennis shoes and I realize my white socks are fucking red. They're bleeding, of course.

I get up from the bed and go into the bathroom. I need an ice bath for my feet, and a hot tub for my muscles. And probably an anti-inflammatory for my whole body.

While the bathtub fills up, I start getting undressed. First thing first, I let my hair down because my head has begun to hurt. I massage my scalp for a moment and then comb my dark blonde hair, so different than Ari's. I look just like Mom, but I have my dad's big brown eyes.

I miss them so much.

I don't know how it all happened. I remember their dead bodies laying on the road, I remember my sobs and screams and desperation. But what I don't remember are my sister's tears. She didn't shed a tear. Not even one.

I know why she didn't cry, not because she didn't love our parents, but because she had to stay strong. If one of us was breaking down, the other had to stay with her feet on the ground.

I love her so much, because she takes care of me like only a sister and a mother would do. But I also feel bad, because she has so many responsibilities on her shoulders.

And I love Michael too. He helped her to get through her biggest insecurity. Now she loves herself as she should, and it's thanks to him.

But me? I didn't do anything for no one. I feel like if I wasn't here it wouldn't make a difference. Who do I help? Who do I make feel better? No one.

Then I remember I'm helping myself in some way, because I'm here for the people I love and I couldn't live without them.