Jae POV
Summer was over and I had a life outside of Elijah, those facts had never been more clear the closer it got to November. Both of our responsibilities were catching up to us actually.
Elijah has Ena a lot more then he had her during the summer so between taking care of a busy bodied one year old, writing music and recording it, he was a busy man. And I had an audition for my dream college New York School of Art in a couple weeks that required me to put together a solo contemporary dance and a duo contemporary dance. Add on the added stress of school and co-op and we were two very tired teenagers. I was still at his house nearly day after dance practice and I've fallen asleep there so much I practically lived with him all of October. Despite the fact that we shared a bed nearly every night for the past two weeks, we haven't had sex in almost a week and that was really saying something.
Besides the fact that I was too tired to even breath after dance practices, being around Elijah was vastly different then it had been over the summer. It wasn't just the lack of sex, there was also a lack of a certain spark that made us, us.
We used to bicker over the littlest shit but now it was like if we were scared that the wrong thing would run the other one off. We were so scared to lose each other that we weren't being us. I didn't like it-not one bit. It made our relationship seem strained and like a chore where it used to be as easy as breathing. I don't know what it was but I do know it needed to go away before I lost one of the most important people in my life.
I'm driven out of my though by a pair of large hands snapping in my face. "Hello? Earth to Jaelynn," the guy who was just snapping in my face says. "Is anyone home?"
I blink up at him a couple of time before flashing an apologetic smile. The boy in front of me was a cute mixed Puerto Rican with soft curly hair, light brown eyes, and was a only about two feet taller then me. He wasn't overly muscled like my boo but he had just enough muscles that he couldn't be described as weak or scrawny, which was imprortant because he was my dance partners I would've killed him if he dropped me. His name was Khalil and I'm pretty sure I had a little crush on him. He was the perfect man actually too bad he was gay.
I loved Elijah. I loved how his deep brown eyes stared right into mine, seeing through the masks and walls. He knew who I really was and he loved me regardless. I just wish it didn't feel so strained and forced between us. Why couldn't it be how it was during the summer?
"Sorry Khalil," I say. "I've got a lot on my mind."
He waves me off with a kind smile. "No biggie. I was just asking if you wanted to go through the piece again?"
I nod, forcing all thoughts of my complicated relationship to the back of my mind.
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Later that day I lay in Elijah's bed staring at the ceiling as he stares at his phone. It was around nine o'clock and while I should be home- I think he even wants me to go home- a part of me really wanted to stay. I've been contemplating if I should follow the advice of a couple of the girls who dance at my studio or not. I was telling them about my problems with Elijah- only because they went to different schools and would probably only see him at one of his performances- and they suggested that I use him as practice for one of our heel dances.
I really don't know why I was debating this so hard because Elijah normally loves when I dance for him. Just like I love when he sings for me. And I know he would love the dance I was thinking of doing for him; hell it might even lead to some good sex. So why was I being so difficult? This dumb boy really did bring out all of my petty insecurities and I absolutely hated it.
I call in my inner over confident ice princess and turn to him with a sigh loud enough to catch his attention. He does turn to me but I can tell he's rather do what ever it was he was just doing. "Wanna see one of my dances? I promise you'll like it."
