Muse (A One Direction Fanfic)

5

I finished my routine with a saute. I smile in the mirror along the wall but not to me, to Zayn.

I walk over to the stereo to turn off the music before joining him on the floor.

When I sit beside him he quickly hid his camera away from me.

"Cmon! I wanna see!" I pout. "We talked about this, it ruins the whole creative art process." He says in a low tone then chuckles. "Rules are stupid." I say standing up, rolling my eyes. Which he quickly laughs again. It kind of weird how, Ive noticed that he laughs and smiles so much in this little time weve spent together outside of school, then he does when his around his crew or campus at all. Or maybe thats just what I think? Its not like I really know the dude anyways.

I upzip my duffle bag and pull out the usual, sweatpants and sweatshirt over my leotard. Ill take a shower when I get to campus, I note to myself.

"Zayn?" I say turning to him.

He's got his camera really close to his face, I wish I could see what he's looking at too.

"Mmm." He hums.

"You said your sister goes here, whats her name?" I ask, while putting my water bottle and pointe shoes in my bag.

He looks up from his camera to me and clears his throat, "Uh. She doesnt go here anymore, she use too. Christabelle Ross..." I hold my breath.

He smiles, or maybe half smiles, I cant really tell. "Christa?" I quietly say, bitting down on my bottom lip. I haven't heard her name in so long.....

"Yeah know her?" He says emotionless. and I kinda want to hit him on the head and say Duh.

"Um yeah?! She was the only teenager ballerina that was nice and I liked" I say choosing my words carefully. "Why didnt you tell me before?" I ask.

He shrugs and eyes something on the ground. "I forgot." I furrow my eyebrows, then think for a little bit. "Your not shitting me right? Cause isnt your last name Malik?" I press. "And you kinda have her eyes but you two dont look anything alike. This isnt something to joke about yanno" I sigh, a little annoyed.

Christa Ross, is one of the most beautiful dancers to have danced here or anywhere. She was so well known....even out of the state! Unlike most ballerinas, she was nice and she cared. She wasnt stuck up and her and David, werent rich or anything; she always seemed thankful and blessed at even the hardest times. She helped doctorate the studio on holidays and countless small things that just made her....amazing. Shes my everything, I literally look up to her. She taught me tricks that I still use today, that make me the dancer I am. She touched alot of life's, she has piercing eyes of green and a smile that made you feel safe. I never saw her sad, no one has- Im sure. She was always smiling, she was always so happy. I guess thats why, when she went missing it made it hard to grasp, hard to believe....no one really talked about it after the first two years she was gone. But the beginning was rough, we had city walks with candles and posters of her. We'd play John Mayer, her favorite artist, as the days kept calculating. It was hard not seeing her at Ridge Academy (The Dance Studio Name) anymore, and not having her around volunteering everywhere or going on dance tours and coming back home. Its been 7 years and she hasnt come back yet.

"When my mom re-married she changed her last name to Malik...everyone on my moms side last name is Ross. And I guess we dont? I dont know. But Im not shitting you, ask Jesse" He says. His voice is quiet.

Jesse....yeah, Jesse has been here forever so that make sense that he'd bring him up. Not much of the old workers work here anymore Jesse & Savannah would be the only ones that would remember Christa....The real one, not the one from the Tv and such.

"But Ive been to her-" I try again.

"She lived with her Dad. Mom and My Dad moved here when she....uh....left." He cuts me off and it made sense.

I never saw her mother, I guess I never noticed that she wasn't there or took little note of it? Christa's Dad, David. Is now sheriff but was a deputy sheriff. I think he was moved to a higher postion because he could work harder on her case, or so people say. To me his long eyes just to seem to have given up. But before when Christa was here, our street always hosted neighborhood bbq's in the summer and David always use start them off, the day school got out. He's a great guy, The most coolest old person I know. He also has arrested my brother Jonah for so many things but also was very forgiving on many occasions.

"Wow." I say walking towards Zayn with my bag over my shoulder. He sits up and winces, "My legs are stiff, How long have we been here?" He askes while I laugh at how limp his walking. "Um..." I look up at the clock and it says its 4. "We got here around noon, so about four hours" I laugh out.

"Not funny." He glares at me but not for long as he joins in and laughs too. As he streches his legs my mind wanders back to Christa.

So Zayn and Christa are like half brother and sister? I wonder how many times Zayn came from where he had to visit her? I dont remember seeing a kid my age at the Ross' and I wonder where he lived before this? And why did they move back? Maybe her mom felt guilty for not being there and moved here to be there when she came back? I grew up with Christa living down the street from me I wonder what happened to Zayns Mom and David?

Then I question, where the hell did she go? I haven't thought about her in so long the thought of her dead shakes me up as it once did back in middle school.