For Better or For Worse

Chapter 18---Behind All The Drama

Copyright © Rhia Felicitas 2012

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 Carson's P.O.V.

Week three post-Valentine's Day, slash, best date ever, as said by Mia herself. She really enjoyed herself that night. It was such a shame that it was a school week. She didn't even want to leave. Actually, we didn't want to leave Paris that night.

She bought some freshly baked Madeleines for her family and friends. She even bought a beret for herself, and I promised her that we will come back during Summer Break.

Speaking of Summer Break, exams are near and a few more weeks 'til vacation, and Mia's oh, so excited.

"Can you do it one more time? From the bridge, please?" Mia requested while she re-did her bun.

"Again? Mia, exams are next week. We should start reviewing." I ran my fingers through my hair. I played the song five times already.

"Of course we'll review. I just need my exercise." she said stretching her leg. "One last, I promise. Then we'll review. Please?"

We were at my penthouse. Apparently, Mia loves to stay here after school. She insisted me that she needs exercise, she meant ballet. She was wearing her tights, black sweatpants, a matching tank top, and her pointe shoes.

I would play some classical pieces and she would dance whatever comes to her mind. Pirouettes, arabesques, chasse here and there then ends with a grand plie.

She dances around the piano, then she twirls around and around.

Eyes on the keys, Carson.

As she twirled, her scrunchie fell, and her hair went to her face. When she came to a stop, her long, wavy hair fell all the way down to her back, leaving a few strands on her face.

As I played the last notes, she did her curtsy, and when she stood up, she was panting and reached for her bottle of energy drink, and gulped half of it.

She sat down beside me and had her hands on the keys. She played 'Moonlight Sonata' by Beethoven. Her eyes never left the keys.

I gazed at her. So beautiful. I tucked some strands of her hair around her ear so that I can have a better view of her.

My Mia.

Ever so beautiful.

When she was finished, we looked at each other, and she giggled.

"What's funny?" I asked her.

"So much for an exercise." she kissed me on the cheek and stood up and picked up her scrunchie. "Mind if I take a shower before we review?" she grabbed her gym bag.

"No, not at all. Just use the bathroom in my room."

She was looking through her things, when she started to look frustrated, she grunted. "Shoot!" she whispered.

I stood up and went to her. "What's wrong?"

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Mia's P.O.V.

I sighed heavily. "I can't find my shirt! I know I packed one before I left."

He said nothing. He just entered his room, leaving me downstairs at the living room. When he came back, he handed me his white v-neck. I stared at him awkwardly.