complicated → zaya (hiatus)

o2.

"getting to know someone
isn't always as easy as it seems.
there is a lot more to someone
than their exterior that you see."

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zay

first. first days, first classes, first friends. this is the day I will remember most from this camp, but I hope it won't be my best memory. I plan to make memories this summer that are going to be impossible to forget, and I'm going to need help with that. I wake up to the sound of maya screaming. I instantly jump up out of my bed to see what happened, when I see maya sitting on the floor holding her foot.

"I dropped the blow dyer on my foot." she speaks, calmly. it looks painful as hell. I help her to her bed and take a look at the alarm clock. an hour before my alarm goes off.
"dear lord maya, why are you up so early?" it's literally 6 am. breakfast doesn't start till 7:30, "how long have you been up?"

"well I had to shower, do my hair, put my pajamas and clothes from yesterday in the community laundry room, fold them and put them back, and I still have to do my makeup, put on my outfit I planned last night, do my daily workout and stretches and my twenty pages of reading I do every morning while doing yoga, so I wake up every day at 4:30 am and start my daily routine. I made sure not to wake you, but then I dropped my hair dryer." she says, giving a little smile, "now if you'll excuse me, I must go get my clothes out of the dryer, then get dressed, straighten my hair, do my makeup and everything else. I only have an hour and a half so you can go back to sleep or help me by going to get my stuff out of the dryer."

well damn. "at your service, madam." I get out of bed for the second time and walk to the laundry room and grab the clothes out of the only dryer with a pastel pink laundry basket on top of it and walk back. maya also convinces me to help fold her clothes, so I do. by the time I'm done folding and putting away her clothes and getting myself ready, she's doing yoga while reading, which I guess is the last thing she has to do. we still have half an hour before breakfast so we decide to go on a walk.

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"so," I say, breaking the silence, "have you always been a dancer?" she grins at me, and starts to speak. "I've been a dancer since I was 8. how about you?" I grin just as wide and respond back with the fact that I've been dancing since I was 4. "my mother is a dance teacher, and my father a college professor. what do your folks do?" and that's when her face dropped. "well, my mother is a waitress. she is an actress." she says quietly, as if she was ashamed. "really? what have I seen her in?" I say, trying to keep the conversation going. "nothing." maya says, keeping her head down.

"and your father?" this time maya changes the subject. "wow, I think we should start heading to breakfast."

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my first few activities were to relax my muscles, then we got in to dance. maya was silent all day, she said it was because she wanted to absorb everything, but I don't think that's all. at the end of our dance class, our teacher assigned us to work with a partner. we had to come up with a dance in two days. of course, me not knowing anyone, asked maya. she seemed hesitant at first, but she agreed, as she didn't know anyone either.

"so, do you want to work on the dance now?" I ask while we have two hours to explore the camp or do whatever we want. it's basically like recess for teenagers at dance camp. "sure. I was thinking we could maybe do something to this song, it's called 1965 by Zella Day. it's got a little bit of hip hop, but I think we could incorporate ballet and other styles into it. and I could make a remix of it to make it change from different styles so we could incorporate a ton of different ones." maya suggests. "that sounds great, maya."

"so I don't have my computer right now, but," she stops looking around, "I'll be right back." maya runs over to a guy sitting next to a guitar and comes back with it. "this is how it sounds."

she starts singing. "you saw me spinning from the corner of your eye. you saw me spinning like it's 1965. you saw me spinning from the corner of your eye and you touch my neck you're a beauty baby child." wow. "wow, maya i didn't know you could sing." I can see her cheeks get all red, "I've been singing longer than I have been dancing. longer than you've been dancing, actually. it's one of my favorite things." she says, still blushing.

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after two hours, we finished the song. maya went back to our room and made the remix and the next day we spent the two free hours and the classroom hours practicing. the next day we killed it in the presentation. maya and i went and got a celebratory desert from the kitchen, the kitchen staff likes us for some reason so we got extras. then we went back to our rooms and relaxed. she skyped with some friends, introduced me, and I got to know them well. there were four of them. riley, the badass feminist. lucas, rileys boyfriend who's also a cowboy from Texas. farkle, the genius pretty boy. and isadora, the genius pretty girl who is dating farkle.

i really liked meeting Maya's friends, I'm just glad she didn't ask to meet mine. because the fact that she is my only friend probably wouldn't go over to well. I kinda sorta lied about my home life, but let's not talk about that now.

sorry this is such a short chapter, but don't worry. the next chapter is going to be VVV long, also we are getting a knew setting that isn't the dance camp. we are getting to see the rest of maya's summer vacation and zay tags along !! the clique six is together at last !!