The Nerdy Ballerina

Roses?

Cecelia's POV

I wake up to a knock on my door, and I shake Mason awake. "What?" Mason grumbles, sitting up. "Get up, I'll get the door." I roll into a standing position, stomping across the room and throwing the door open. "Cecelia, Wes is here to see you." My mom says with a creepy smile plastered on her face. "Okay...." I say, walking past her. I open the front door, gasping when I see Wes holding roses. "Hey, why do you have roses?" I ask in confusion. Wes is wearing dark jean, combat boots, and a white shirt with a leather jacket. I would be lying if I said I wasn't checking him out. "I came to apologize for being so mean yesterday, I don't know what got into me." Wes says, smiling. Inside, I'm completely confused. On the outside, I try to compose myself. "Oh, thank you. You can come in, I guess." I say, stepping to the side. I go to get a vase from the bathroom, grabbing the flowers and putting them in the vase. "I'm going to change, I'll be right back." I say. "Okay, take your time. Can I sit?" He says, gesturing towards the couch. "Of course!" I say, mentally smacking myself for not inviting him to sit. I hurry up the stairs, heading to my room. "Hey, who was at the door?" Mason says from my bed. I sigh, forgetting he was still here. "Wes, now get dressed!" I say, throwing some of his clothes at him. "Wes? Why's that idiot here?" Mason says in disgust. I grab a pair of skinny jeans and a white blouse, throwing them on quickly. "He apologized, now hurry!" Mason shoots up from the bed, throwing his clothes on and swiping a hand through his hair. I turn and grab his hand, pulling him out the door and into the living room. Wes is sitting on the couch with my mother, flipping through a photo album. My baby photo album. I scramble forward, reaching out to grab the album resting on Wes' lap. He pulls it away at the last second, handing it to my mother. "Mother, I told you not to show people, especially boys, my baby pictures." I say, clenching my jaw. I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering that he was in some of those photos. My mother looks back at me, studying my face. She gives me a remorseful look, and I know she forgot about him. Mason clears his throat loudly, and I shift awkwardly. Wes stands up from the couch, handing the album back to my mother. "Well, if you don't mind Ms. Barrett, I would like to steal your daughter for today." Wes says, smiling irkishly. My mom's eyes widen and she smiles brightly. "Oh, of course! Mason was just leaving, and Celia was going to get shoes on! Wait here!" She says excitedly, making a shooing motion to Mason and I as Wes sits back down. She escorts us up to my room, grabbing our shoulders tightly. "Mom! I am not going anywhere with Wes! Besides, Mason isn't leaving, we have to practice our routine!" I practically yell. Mason rests a comforting hand on my shoulder, before walking out of the room. My mom throws open my closet, ignoring every word that just came out of my mouth. Mothers, am I right or am I right?