Remission

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Chapter 6:

"I can't believe you guys slept together," Kristy said. She smiled putting on her dance shoes.

"We didn't sleep-sleep together, he was just comforting me. And I managed to fall asleep in the same bed with him." I explained to Kristy for like the third time.

I was unfortunately stuck at Kristy's dance rehearsal because James claimed he had errands to run so here I was telling my best friend the story of waking up to find that James and I were still in the same bed wrapped up in each other.

"I don't care what it was, you guys slept in the same bed together. Let me find out that there's actually a freak in you, that I don't know about." Kristy blushed and cooed.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, if only I were you. Can you just drop it? You've been talking about me and James sleeping together since I told you in the class third period."

Kristy started to annoy the crap out of me, but she enjoyed it. I knew she wasn't going to let it go because all she wants is for me to magically fall in love one day.

"Whatever." Kristy stopped only for a second before she started smiling suspiciously. "Deedee and James sleeping..." is what she started singing before I interrupted her fun and games.

"Kristy Marie Prescott if you don't stop getting me on my last nerves." I had my hands on my hips and I usually call her by her full name when I want her to cut it out.

"Deanna Rose Brooks, what are you going to do about it?" She had her hands on her hips mirroring my every move. I was about to say something, but a lady in the background cut me off.

"Ladies I'm here gather around so I can tell you today's agenda." Kristy's dance instructor waved her arms around in the air having her students gather around her in a circle.

"Oh thank God," I whispered under my breath, well at least I thought I did.

"I heard that," Kristy walked away. "Sit on the bleachers over there and do whatever, but don't get kidnapped." Kristy then ran off. Why would I get kidnapped? I thought to myself.

I watched the dancers do their routine they've practiced. They moved like water changed by music, flowing in smooth circular segments, their limbs in a consistent movement. They painted an image sound alone could never accomplish. They brought a silent translation of the beats, of the delicate strings, in a way the audience could see regardless of what language was spoken. In that manner their dance isn't just movement, yet the most legitimate type of communication I know. Isn't that how we people are, stating what we think we should yet indicating how we really feel in our art?

WhenI I got tired of watching Kristy and the other girls dancing, I started to draw in my sketch pad until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"James, what are you doing here?" I was surprised to see that it was him.

"To pick you up." He said that with a 'duh' tone, but nonetheless I was still confused as to why he was here.

"But I thought you had errands to run and Kristy was going to drop me off." He laughed at the look I was giving him.

"I finished early and wanted to surprise you, now let's go." He grabbed all of my things and rushed me out of the gymnasium.

"Wait I need to tell Kristy first." She told me not to get kidnapped and the last thing I needed her thinking was that I ended up getting myself kidnapped.

"I'll text her and let her know I have you." I wondered how come James had Kristy's number, but he led me out the door before I could think of anything else to say, and then we took off in his car.