It's A Dance

It's A Dance (7)

Three weeks later and Daxton was my boyfriend. He held my hand and kissed my cheek but something about the relationship felt fake. It was as if I were just a toy he could drag around by the hand. A cute doll but nothing more. Then it happened. The day he lost his chance. It was a Saturday night and he had dragged me to a party I really didn't want to go to like always. To be honest the parties sucked. I didn't know anyone and I was uncomfortable around most of the people. Daxton would take off for periods of time and I sat around on some barren couch to wait.

That particular night I had gotten tired of drunk guys hitting on me and drunk girls trying to dance with me. It made me feel awkward and disgusting. I walked up the stairs to try and reach some escape. I needed to find Daxton and get out of there whether he was with me or not. After trying a few rooms in a fruitless search for the bathroom where he said he was going I finally found him in an en suite with Sherri.

"We're done" I announced before slamming the door behind me and leaving the house. I could hear him yelling after me as I walked down the street with my coat wrapped around me. It was mid February and I caught my boyfriend cheating on me. I laughed bitterly in my head and continued to walk. I was never good enough for anybody.

"Shortie!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I spun to see Landon running down the street. He had a grin on his face as he tackled me into a snow bank. My laughter rang out down the deserted street as I struggled to free myself from under his crushing weight.

"Hey Landon. Is there a reason you're trying to kill me?" I asked. He grinned sheepishly before getting up and pulling me to my feet.

"Sorry Eb. So any reason you're alone?"

"Daxton cheated on me. I caught him with Sherri."

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "Do I need to beat him up? I will for you."

He turned and began storming towards the random house where music was coming from. I grabbed Landon's arm and pulled him back. It was useless as he was incredibly strong. He easily pulled me behind him but stopped when I kicked him in the shin. He began laughing at my small frame hanging onto his. It is easy to imagine it was a pretty comical sight.

"I'm fine Lan. I am honestly not bothered by it." This realization kind of shocked me. I had never told him much about my life though so there was never an emotional attachment. I thought there was but he never really knew me.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were soft as he looked at me.

"Positive. I need to show you something."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Something that may change our friendship."

"Do I get access to that oh so private world of yours?" he teased as I pulled him down the street. I shivered slightly at the cold, biting wind and placed my hands deeper in my pockets. Landon noticed and took off his gloves and hat before sliding them on me. With a grin I lead him further down the street and through a few more neighbourhoods.

"That is my mother," I said while pointing at a drunken woman sitting outside my old house. Her graying hair was slick with oil and her clothes were rumpled. She no doubt reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Landon, instead of judging me, took my hand and hit me in the head with it.

"Why you hitting yourself?" he asked playfully as he repeatedly used my hand to smack me.

"What the heck?" I asked while struggling to control my own hand. "Don't you have anything to say? Aren't you going to run away screaming?"

"One, you shouldn't hit yourself," he said with a smirk. He smiled at my scowl and released my hand. "Two, you are not Shrek and three, you're my friend no matter who your mom is. Idiot."