I was at school before he was up, unsurprisingly.
When I got home, though, he was apologetic. He made me dinner and asked how my day had been. We made polite small talk all through dinner, until I had to go and get ready for ballet. Neither of us mentioned what had happened, though I could see him wincing every time he stood up.
I decided I would walk to ballet.
Ballet was so much fun - we partnered up to do some crazy things, and because someone wasn't here, I ended up with the new guy. His name, it turned out, was Jake, and he was really funny. We chatted the entire time, and by the end it was like we were the best of friends. He mentioned that I looked tired, and I accidentally explained most of last nights escapades. It was worth it though. He pulled me into a warm hug, and whispered that it would be OK. This would have been great if everyone wasn't staring at us and making stupid faces. Seriously, you can't make friends with anybody without it turning into some sort of joke that the two of you are going to end up together.
At least, I don't think Jake and I are.
I'm not sure if I want us to.
Not yet. Not for a while. Not any relationship for a while. I was still hurting from my mother passing, and the pressures of a relationship were the last thing I needed. What I needed now was to look after Dad to make sure the drink thing didn't become a habit, and then once the ache had dulled I could think about that. And what I was going to do with my life.
That was going to require a lot of thought. And soon.
I probably wanted to go to uni or something. Hey, I could think about that another time. Right now, I was just happy that I made friends with Jake. I mean, I didn't know him too well, but time would tell. To be honest, I really wanted to be friends with him, but I also didn't need someone else to let me down, so I was going to take this slow. Wait, no, this sounds like I'm planning a relationship. I am. Sort of. It's not really planning. But if you want to call it that, I'm definitely planning a friendship. Well I mean I'm not planning it, I'm just thinking about how it should be a thing and about how we must have been hugging for about three years when he finally let go and smiled at me like I actually mattered to him.
Maybe I did. I hoped so.
I didn't have time to think about it yet though. I had a jazz class to suffer through, and everyone was throwing me looks like I was going to announce my engagement soon.
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Dance Till You Drop
RomanceWhen Charlotte Grace Melinda Isaason dies, Rebecca is distraught. She swears she will not give up dancing, but it hurts more and more. Her father, a guy and dancing. The three things she holds most dear. The three things that seem determined to brea...