Dance Obligation (Brooklyn Beckham)

Trust or Mis-Trust

Alana's POV

My alarm clock blasted highly through the speakers, causing me to fall out of bed.

Falling out of bed is not my typical ideal wake up. Thumping your head on the ground is basically like having a hangover, only slightly less painful. It feels like your world comes rushing down, or you just call off a cliff and you just hit rockbottom.

I pick myself off the ground and look at my clock.

8:05

I have exactly an hour and 55 minutes to get ready.

I hop into the shower and wash my hair with coconut scented shampoo and conditioner. I hop out and dry myself.

After drying myself, I slip on my white and blue floral dress with a belt, rusty denim jacket and white with gold stud slip ons.

I blow dry my hair, then curl my hair, starting from midway of my hair and continue down. Even though my hair is wavy, I still like to give extra curliness to it. Half of it's usually wavy, and the other half of it's straight.

I put on my make up consisting of bb cream, blush, mascara and eyeliner.

9:40

I grab my purse and phone, walk down the stairs and check myself in the mirror once more.

"I'm meeting Brooklyn at Starbucks, be back soon!" I shout to the guys who are currently invested on watching Ink Master.

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I arrive at Starbucks with 5 minutes to spare. Brooklyn isn't here yet, so I walked in and took a seat.

I don't like it when people are late. I'm not saying Brooklyn is late, he still has 4 minutes to arrive. But I think it's common courtesy if you stick to the time you have arranged to meet someone. At no time do you cancel last minute, although he never did. You don't make plans with someone if you are sure you won't make it on time. People have done that to me in the past, and that's stuck to me. You have to be on time. It's rude if you ask me.

9:59

I swear to god he better here exactly when the clock hits 10.

The door bell makes it sound and I turn around to see the one and only Brooklyn Beckham walking over to me.

He looks so hot in his rusty black shirt, grey shorts and black vans. The way his hair is quiffed is like some wave tiara on the top of his head.

"I know you like the view, but take a picture, it lasts longer" he smirked.

"If I had my polaroid, I would. But since I don't, I sadly missed on the great opportunity"

"Touchè"

We both walked to the counter to order. The girl behind the corner just stared at both of us in awe.

"Hi, what could I get for you?" The girl asked politely. Now this is the type of people we need working in coffee joints or fast food places.

"Hi, can I please have a Camarel Frappuccino?" Why am I so preppy today? Must be because of Brooklyn

"And can I please have a Mocha Coconut Frappuccino?"

I took my money out to pay. I swear to god Brooklyn better not take out his money and pay for me

"No no it's okay, I'll pay" And here comes the friendly gestures..

"Brooklyn, I don't like it when people pay for me. It's okay, I can pay" I fought.

"I was brought up to pay for the lovely lady"

The girl behind the counter was looking at us both giving us the aw-young-love face and she smiled deeply.

"Ugh fine. But I'm repaying you. No buts. End of story"

"Yeah yeah, okay"

The girl continued to look at us. She had the fan mode face on.

She looked at me excitedly. "Hold on, are you Alana Bell from Justice Crew?"

"Yes, yes I am" I returned a smile.

"And are you Brooklyn Beckham?"

"The one and only" he chuckled.

"Are you's together? You guys are a really cute couple"

Brooklyn and I looked at each other, the connection remaining strong. "No, just friends. But thank you anyway!"

"Aw it's okay. Do you mind if I get a picture with both of you?"

"Sure!" A bystander took the picture.

"Thank you so much!"

"No worries! Have a great day!" We both smiled at her and returned to our seats.

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"If you can't handle the sass, you can't handle the ass"

Brooklyn and I erupted into laughter after continuous attempts of trying to be sassy and funny. It's great meeting someone who has the same sense of humour as you. You get along a lot more easier and everything is more at ease.

"So, Miss Queen-of-Justice-Crew, can I ask you 20 questions then you ask me?"

"Sure thing Mr my-Dad's-famous-but-I'm-as-good-as-him-in-football"

"Okay, so what made you join Justice Crew?"

"For a long period of time, I've dreamed of becoming a dancer. So I took hip hop classes in Sydney and I one day decided to take those moves out onto the streets of Sydney Harbour. There was a large crowd and the guys happened to be there. This was a year before we were on Australia's Got Talent. They watched the entire thing and once I finished my segment, they came up to me and asked me if I wanted to join their group, so of course I took the offer." I was only about 10 or 11 at the time. It was strange, because they were all 15 and over. They were like my second family.

"Your parents actually allowed you to dance with them despite the age difference?"

"Yeah. They wanted me to pursue my dreams and to them at the time, age didn't matter. As long as I was surrounded by people who had and shared the same passion, they were all in for it" It was true though. Surrounding yourself with people who share the same dream and passion was and is really the only thing that matters. Age doesn't define anything.

"Was it hard for you do most of the moves they were doing?"

"Of course. Like, I was only young and I didn't have much flexibility. As I grew older, I was able to flex and pick up on things a lot more quicker. That's why the audition for Australia's Got Talent looked pretty simple" It took me a while to pick up on the choreography every once in a while. That's why it was quite basic back then. But now I'm more advanced and I'm able to do a lot more things.

"What's it like to be able to pursue your dreams and travelling around the world while doing so?"

"All in all, it's absolutely amazing. Like you get to take a style of dancing into a different place and it's multiculturalised"

We continued to talk for multiple hours and that's how Brooklyn and I instantly clicked.

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I know this chapter is really boring and I'm sorry but I can't help myself. Not much detailed answers but I sincerely apologise.

*Ingrid