Two Sides of One Dance(unedited)

My Hobby

"Hey your brother told me you got a ride home with a girl, so is she a friend," I almost laugh, but stop my self. My mom leaning on our marble that is green and black specks. She just looks so eager I just let her believe what she wants.

"Is dad home I want to go out and blow off some steam?" I go out every weekend ,and sometimes weekdays.

"On a Monday aren't you tired?" This was a loaded question it really meant do you think it is a good idea.

"No I'm not, anyhow it was not a very fun Monday, so I like to change that fact." It was true I did nothing in class, drop my lunch on the floor, and missed 20 goals in practice.

"Well, of course you have to run it by your father, make sure to your book bag in your room before you see him though." I could see the hope in her eyes he say no, but I didn't give him reason to.

I go upstairs and my brother, who is a popular kid at school, is blaring 'I like to Sleep All Day and Party All Night'. I love this song, because when I was fourteen and first started my hobby me and him claimed as our theme song he was sixteen. I can't believe it already two years. We grew apart fast. I head down stairs to my father office . While my mom easy to fool, kindhearted, social, outgoing, and unobservant. My father is quite the opposite he is stern, closed off, and serious. When told him I want to start my hobby he set up guidelines. Have to keep my GPA at 3.8 or higher at all times. I was to take class to further my education, nothing creative. If I found a boyfriend he would not be part of my hobby and have clear background check.

"Father may I come in," he made me take six years of educate, so believe this is the way I should speak not to waste our money.

"Yes, what is it?" He looks up from his papers, then set them down leans back in his work chair. His whole office looks like came out of a picture in 'Business Weekly'. Dark wood was theme if I guessed.

"I was wondering may I go out tonight," I did not point why I should be able to like many teenagers would, because he say it makes him feel as if think he cannot assess the situation.

"Well, let's see," he pulls out this and last week folder," right now you have a 3.95 GPA, you have been selected as a striker in soccer, but you left your phone home three times last week and today." He was right it was one of my responsibilities. So basically that no.

I start to walk out. "I did not give you my answer Isabelle, do not just walk out when someone is talking to you. I have half a mind to say no for that kind of disrespect.

"I can go thank you daddy," I run over and hug him and run back to the front of his desk.

He coughs and fixes his tie," I am only letting you go, because a) thanks to brother you walked home and b) I don't think you have to listen To a lecture because can't keep up his grades." My mom was more of a stickler for grades then he is a her philosophy is the hand of one is the hand of all.

I give my dad a quick kiss on the check. Then go up stairs to get a shower and to warn Jake. I bang on his door.

"What if your here to complain about me leaving you, don't bother," he say while opening the door, behind him a chick is climbing out his window. Classic Jake.

"Good thing you got rid off her..."

He interrupted," I been trying to hit that for weeks, and you little brat ruined. So, get to the point if you talk fast she wouldn't leave right away and I could get her." He says in a rushed manner, while eying girl still standing waiting at window.

"Leave it Jake, dad already in lecture mood, soon mom going to know about your grades, and it so bad dad let me go out when I asked."

His aggravated face turned to terror, ran over to the window pushed the half naked girl out and slammed it shut closing the curtains. The girl outside did not seemed to please, but Jake didn't seem to notice.

"I just failed a couple test and skipped a couple practices." He starts counting on his fingers them runs out and I watch him.

"A couple?" I say raising my eyebrow with every finger that goes up.

"Well.... you got to help me, if you don't I might never have a social life ever again."

"That seems like a personal problem," I say with the most love I have ever said anything before, then walk out, closing the door behind me cause don't you hate when someone walks into your and doesn't close the door.

I look in to my closet to find a outfit. I decide after no consideration, a black pairs of jeans, a snug red tank that has black fringe on the bottom and arms, with white heels because red just to over done.

I go down stairs grab a small mason jar fill with water, chug it. Kiss my mom goodbye. Grabs her keys to the jeep. Walk outside look up at the roof to make sure the girl gone, she is but I think she left a blue sock on our roof. For Jakes sake I hope dad doesn't realize or notice what it is.