What's The Meaning of Life?

Chapter 4

I woke up to he smell of bacon. I love bacon but its not my favorite food. I like it on other things more than I like it alone. I sighed and sat up. My head still hurt but it felt better now. I got up and went downstairs to find an empty house and a note that said : Jay, went to the skate park with Keaton and Drew. Call Wes as soon as you get up, because he wants to see you. Mom called and said her and Dad will be home around seven tonight. Love ya, Hal.

    Well that's nice. I ate a piece of bacon and trudged to my room I picked an outfit and took a shower. I dressed in yoga shorts with a sports bra and a Red Hot Chili Peppers T-shirt that I'd made into a cut out. After I got dressed I discovered I didn't have Wes's number so I walked next door and knocked. He answered and smiled when he saw me.

    "Hey how's the head?" He laughed.

    "Fine." I said simply. "I was going to call but I don't have your number so, here I am."

    "Oh here." He held out his hand and took my phone. He put his number in and gave it back. "I like the shirt by the way."

    "Thanks me too." I smiled.

    "You want some company today?" He asked.

    "I mean if Hanna won't mind you spending time with me." I shrugged.

    "Hanna isn't my boss and I'm allowed to hangout with whoever I want." He said closing the door behind him. He gestured for me to lead the way. "So since surfing isn't really your best activity, what are you good at?" He asked as I walked in front of him.

    "Dancing." I answered without hesitation.

    "Like on a pole?" He laughed.

    "No jackass like competitive or backup." I said rolling my eyes.

    "Is that what you do every night before bed?" He asked.

    I turned to face him on my porch. Did he just admit he watches me dance at night? "How would you know that?" I laughed as his face turned red.

    "Well you listen to your music loud and I happened to look out my window and see you." He said. "It didn't look too bad."

    "I was team captain at my last school." I said proudly. "You could say I'm pretty good."

    "Show me?" He asked as we entered my house.

    I grabbed his hand and led him up my steps to my room. Once inside I dropped his hand and he looked around. He looked at my trophies and my posters. He let out a low whistle.

    "For someone who just moved in you already made it yours." He sat on the unmade bed.

    "I just like to feel at home." I smiled finding the right song on my iPod.

    I pressed play and felt the beat consume me. Dancing made me feel free in life. It was like everything else disappeared from around me. I moved with the music in the choreographed steps I know by heart. Once I was done I was out of breath and Wes clapped a little and stood up.

    "It's like you get lost in the sound." He smiled. "You're really good, but how many times have you done the same dance?" He asked.

    "I don't know why?" I asked.

    "It just seemed too put together. Be spontaneous and fun." He shook my iPod and a new song came on. "Well I thought you had good taste until I heard that." He laughed as the song Make It Nasty filled the room.

    I laughed and shook my head. "I'm not dancing to this."

    "Why, are you a chicken?" He made clucking sounds making me laugh.