Red Lips; Paulo Dybala

The dance

And Celine stood their, her hand feeling up her arm as she watched everyone awkwardly from the door way. A red dress clung to her body, the hem of it stopping just below her knees. Her hair, straighten to reach below her waist and her green eyes darted back and forth. Times like these, where she felt lost amongst her own peers was when she wished Paulo was right by her side.

"Celine." A lopsided-smile appeared on the blonde boy's face as she approached his date. Celine returned the smile, her fingers twirling around each other nervously. The night has just started and she so desperately wanted it to end.

She felt so out of place- a sore thumb, that was so red it stuck right out. Eyes, she could feel her on her, and murmurs where being passed amongst the girls in her grade. Celine hadn't realized how much so wanted to eat the world with one bite. How fast she was pushing herself to grow up, that she felt displaced with the people in her grade.

She was no longer amused by the laughs and the jokes they were. She found herself lost at sea, stuck right in the middle where she now found herself. Where she questioned where had it all gone south?

Was her mother to blame? Or was it the day at the supermarket when she met Paulo? Her father's death? Or a mixture a both. It didn't matter, because right then and there was when Celine realized that she was carrying a burden in her heart. She could feel it clenching and making herself ache.

"Lets dance." Quentin offered, his hand was extended for her to take. Celine bit her lip, her eyes looking at his and then his hand that was still out for her hand to mix with his. Smiling, she nodded following slowly, as he pushed his was through the crowd.  His hands found her waist, as they swayed slowly to the song. Her eyes on his chest, refusing to meet his.

The seventeen-year old furrowed his eyebrows, studying Celine. The girl that kept to herself, and that many boys had made bets to see who could get into her pants first. The girl, who the girls in her school envied. It all didn't matter to her, she was just there to finish her high school career, and paid no attention to them. She had her own burdens to carry, to be caught in something so childish as jealousy.

"Are you okay?" His voice came out soft. He was intrigued by her and was willing to wait if that was the case.

Celine nodded, a small smile on her lips, "Just lost in thought," She dismissed, "Thinking about my boyfriend, that's all."

Quentin nodded, feeling a slight pinch in his chest, as he heard that word roll of her tongue, "Boyfriend?"

Celine nodded thinking about what could Paulo possibly be doing at his place. She knew that once she stepped foot through that living room, he would he be quick to interrogate her, "He wasn't too happy when I left." She answered.

Paulo was far from happy. If it was to him he would have chaperone the date, making sure Quentin kept his distance, "He doesn't attend this school, does he?"

She shook her head, "He's older than me." She stated, "Met him at the supermarket almost a year ago."

Quentin smiled softly, his green eyes starring at her sadly, "It's sad to hear that you're unavailable." He spoke, "I was actually looking forward to getting to know you better-"

"I'm sorry if my intentions weren't clear-" Celine began apologizing being cut of by Quentin.

"No need." He waved off, "I'm just hoping we could be friends then. Since you're unavailable, I would really like for you to be a friend."

Celine smiled nodding. She didn't have friends, matter a fact Paulo was her only friend. This to her was a huge step forward and by no means was she going to deny that offer, "That would be great."

Wow it's been like 7,000 years since I have last updated this story or updated any story! Super sorry there's been a drought with my updates! Writers block and life gets in the way! But I'm looking forward to get this story on the road to the good part so keep an eye out cause this is going full speed now & I can't wait to fast forward things! Pls continue reading my stories & pls continue to vote. 

& pls read 'Seven' FT Cristiano Ronaldo & pls read my epilogue to 'Wrong One' , 'Close' and I promise I will try to update 'Her' as soon as possible but I honestly don't know where to take it anymore.

With that being said thank you for always reading my stories & being so patient with the updates.

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