Pathway [Eremin AU]

Chapter Two//Armin

(Edited chapter)
I make it to the club and read the name of the place allowed, "Dancing Titans." I lean on my knees and gasp for air as I look in the window. The boy from last night is in there. I walk towards the door and walk in. A bell on the door rings.
  "Welcome to the Dancing Titans Dance Club!" I hear a female voice say. I look to my right to see a small counter and the lady from last night stands there.
  "Are you looking for lessons or would you like to join the team? Or something else?" She asks with a smile.
  "Oh, um, I just came to look if you don't mind. A-a few friends and I walked by last night. I seen dancing, and I've got to admit, you're, well, pretty good," I say, stuttering a little from meeting a new person.
  "Oh, thanks! If your interested in anything in here, let us know! You get a week free to try whatever you want, and if you like it lesson prices are listed," The Lady says and hands me a small booklet. I nod.
  "If you need anything, my name is Carla," The lady smiles and I nod.
  I then walk towards a small area of a few chairs. I sit down and set my bag next to me. I look through the booklet. I then realise, I want to call my mom. I know I won't get home on time. I stand up and walk to the counter.
  "Yes?" The lady, Carla, says.
  "Do you have a phone I can use?" I ask.
  "Yes, here," Carla says and pulls a home phone from the wall. I then thank her and type in my moms number.
  "Yes? Who is it?" I hear my moms voice ring.
  "Hey mom, it's Armin. I don't have my phone on me because I left it at home, but I stopped by this dance place, is it ok if I get home a little later?" I ask.
  "Of course, don't worry about getting home on time today. Dinner will be ready when you get home," She says.
  "Ok. I've got to go. I'll see you when I get home," My mom says, "Love you."
  "Ok. Love you," I say. I then hang up.
  "Everything ok?" Carla asks.
  "Yes. I just needed to talk to someone," I say with a slight smile.
  "Ok. If you need anything else let me know," Carla smiles. I nod and keep looking through the booklet.

An hour passes and all I've done is either look at the booklet or watch Carla and the two other girls dance. The one boy from earlier kind of disappeared about an hour ago when I came in. I don't know where to or why.
"Carla, ma'am," I say, motioning her over.
"Yes?" She asks.
"Does your store have a number?" I ask.
"Yeah. It should be on the back of the booklet," She says, "Why? Are you interested on trying something?"
"Maybe. I would have to check with my parents," I say.
"Great! Here's the store number, and here's my personal," She says and writes down some numbers on a sheet of paper, "Call the store first, and if no one picks up, call my personal." I nod and stand up. I grab my backpack and the sheet of paper.
"Thank you for everything. I'll give you a call soon," I say and head towards the door.
"Looking forward to having you," She says and runs back over to her group. I chuckle and walk out. I start to run down the road and to my house.

"Mom, dad, I'm home," I pant as I walk in out of breath.
"What happened? Did you get hit by a train?" My dad jokes.
"No. Just ran from downtown to here," I say. I sigh and put my backpack by the door.
"Prom is in a few months. Have a date?" My dad asks as we walk to the dinning room where my mom is setting up food.
"No. Not yet. I might not even go. I don't know how to slow dance or dance at all," I say.
"Oh speaking of dancing; there's this new dance club called Dancing Titans and it has a group and lessons. Do you think you guy would let me join?" I ask with pleading eyes.
"Depends. Would it effect your grades? When would you get home? How would you get home? Why do you want to join and how would it effect your everyday life?" My mom says, bombarding me with questions.
"Slow down there. I want to join for my own personal reasons, it wouldn't effect my grades or even my everyday life. I don't know when I'd get home or how I would get home," I say.
"Find out some more information," My mom says. I nod and sit down at the table.
"Just think on it," I say.
"I'm okay with it if your mom is," My dad says.
"Ok," I say and look at my plate of fried chicken. I sigh again and take small bites of my food.

"Mom, I'm heading to bed. Please try to tell me what you think by tomorrow," I yell from my room.
"Ok. I'll will. Get some rest honey. And don't forget me and your dad won't be home this weekend," My mom yells back. I fall back on my bed and grab my phone. I dial the number I was told and I hear Carla pick up.
"Dancing Titans residents, how may I help you?" She says.
"Hello. I'm the teenage boy that came in earlier for about an hour. I was blonde and short," I sigh.
"Oh! Have you figured out what to do?" She asks.
"Kinda. I need to find a way home if anything and find a way to pay for it," I say.
"Alright. Well, tell me when your one-hundred percent," I hear her say.
"Ok. I'm pretty much one-hundred percent, but my mom needs to think on it," I sigh.
"Ok. Sounds good," She says, "By any chance can I get your name?"
"Armin Arlert," I say.
"Ok, Armin, come back tomorrow with an answer and what you want to do, and we can figure some stuff out," She says.
"Ok, will do," I say, then she hangs up. I then set my phone next to me and plug it in. I get under my sheets and drift off to sleep.

(A/N: Oi! Chapter two! Finally done. Sorry this came out a little later then wanted. You'll hopefully like what I have planed next chapter, but for now, I'm going to bed because I have state testing tomorrow. Night!
-CT)