you sent me back where I once was
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I pulled back from him abruptly.
"What was that?"
"A kiss?" He raised an eyebrow
"Well yeah but what for?" I looked at him confused
He looked as if I had three heads "What do you mean? Am I not allowed to kiss you anymore?"
I shook my head and opened my mouth only to be interrupted by my phone ringing, I quickly stood and snatched it off the hood of Beau's car.
"Ello?"
"Where in the hell are you?"
"Home why?"
"It's noon on a Saturday"
"Oi- fuck" I slapped myself on the forehead, masters class with the senior company had class today "start warm ups I'll be there in fifteen"
I hung up my phone and looked over at Beau laying on the ground still, expected he posed up ridiculously
"I'd love to stay with you Beau but I have a class to teach"
He pouted and stood up dusting himself off "Is it cool I leave my car here to dry out?"
I nodded "I'll drop you off on my way" with that I ran inside and quickly threw on singlet and leggings, grabbing my dance bag and a water and meeting Beau in my car.
He pecked my cheek and climbed out of the car "text me after class yeah?" I nodded and shot him a smile before speeding off to the studio.
The girls were due to perform this dance in a week and the timing was all over the place
"Lindsey for the last time it's chasse, ball change, tilt, then the knee drop" I sighed running a hand through my hair "get it together girls, I can change this team at any time and I'm starting to question why I put half of you on here in the first place!" I looked around as the dancer's faces fell down and they exchanged worried glances "Now from the top" I queued them as they scurried into starting positions "5,6,7,8"
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I sat in my car frustrated beyond words, I wasted four hours with these girls with no improvement at all. I let out a small scream and slammed my hands on the steering wheel. I pulled my phone out of my bag to text Beau only to find a bunch of twitter notifications.
It all started with a simple one,
@Janoupdates
Beau spotted kissing a new girl
I cringed as I scrolled through the replies a lot of them asking me who I was before someone found my twitter account
@beausnip
I found her! @cara_fink
Next were thousands of followers and mentions asking if Beau and I were dating. Others calling me ugly and fat and so on. I sighed harder and dialed Beau's number
"Aye Caraboo"
"Have you been on twitter?"
"No... Why?"
"Your crazy ass fans saw us kissing today"
"What do you mean?"
"Go look for yourself Beau"
"I will, Cara will you come round for dinner? Mum's made you pasta"
I couldn't help but smile "I'm on my way"
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B E A U
I ended the call and opened my twitter app immediately muttering an audible fuck. The fans were going absolutely insane, there was an insane amount of hate as well. Calling her everything they could think of. My heart ached at the thought of how this would hurt her. I heard her car door shut out front. I quickly rose and went to the front door opening widely for her to step in. She nodded at me with a grin, her hair a tangled mess tamed in a bun on the top of her head and her clothes stuck to her warm skin.
"Ginaaaa!" She squealed running toward her, "all this pasta all for me?" She joked with my mother walking into her kitchen and hugging her from behind
"Ah yes, my dear" Mum shot her a wink and turned to kiss her cheek "How was class?"
Cara let out a sigh "God awful, let me tell you these girls are never going to get it together in time."
They continued to make small talk as the twins made their way down the stairs and began to make their plates. Dinner was full of chit chat, questions, and dirty jokes.
I stood beside her drying the dishes when she finished washing the suds off them dancing with the music that played on Luke's laptop in the background. For a minute it was like it was when we were back in school when she'd come over almost night for dinner and help Mum with the dishes as me and the boy played the Xbox. She was always so carefree and I got lost in it, she was like a cool breeze on a summer day. She had always stayed the same and refused to let life bring her down and I envied her for that forever. And no matter how many times I completely crushed her and destroyed her self-esteem and self-worth she still looked at me like I put the stars in the sky and I'd never understood what she saw in me. But God to me she was a masterpiece, from the way she'd curl her toes because she thought they were ugly with years of dance, the way she moved her hips and shoulders in sync with every song making her sexier than anything in the whole damn world, how her nose crinkled when she laughed or how she left her hair wild, how she sang horribly but with so much love in her voice it could bring world peace, or how she never showed her full self to anyone but yet at the same time seemed to never hide anything about herself.
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okay, so this is a short little update just because I'm in the writing mood!
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फैनफिक्शन"She was the feeling that you got when you heard classical music, though it might not be your taste, you had a strong sense of appreciation for it that you couldn't explain. It made you feel peaceful. She was something that you'd never known before...
