M.A.D, Dance & Other Stuff

Her story

______UNEDITED_____

****************Ab's POV*************

I tried her room but she wasn't there. I decided to drop my bag off from swimming in my room and I decided to go down to the kitchen to see if she was there. She wasnt their either and the only other place I could think of was the stage. 

As I got closer and closer to the stage the music became louder. Biffy Clyro Black Chandalier was playing. This girl has a good sence in music. I peered my head throwugh the door and I saw a figure dancing on the stage. She made it look effortless, I really admired her for this. I knocked on the door but she didn't answer. I walked in instead, I cleared my throat loud enough for her so hear me. As soon as she heard me, she froze, she turned the music off, and turned around. She looked petrified.

"Uh, you left your keys." I said holding them up.

She jumped off of the stage, pocketing her phone and a small speaker that was next to her, and walking towards me. "Thankyou." She said grabbing them and walking past me.

"Why do you look so scared?" I asked as she walked towards the door. She ignored me. I ran after her, but she was already in the lift, I shouted "Why are you ignoring me?", but the doors had already closed.

By the time I had gotten up to her room, the door was shut and I could hear the faint pitter patter of water. I decided to wait outside her room until I heard it stop.

About 20 minutes later it had stopped. I knocked again. Nobody answered. I knocked once more, and a faint voice came from behind the door. "Who is it?" She asked with a ring to her voice.

"Its Ab, I just wanted to see if you were okay? Can I come in?" You stupid idiot, obviously not, shes just come out of the shower. I thought to myself.

"Uhhh, well I wouldn't class myself as, well decent." She said.

"I'll wait until you have gotten dressed then can we talk?" I asked.

"I have work" She replied bluntly.

"Bekah seriously? Theres nobody here, I wont starve and Dan and Michael are asleep. Come on."

I asked.I heard a sy, the door clicked open, revealing Bekah in just her towel with her hair tied back. She looked like she had been crying.

"Just sit down there and wait for me to get dressed then." She invited me in, and closed the door behind me. 

She made her way to the bathroom when I saw what looked like a scar on her back. "Whats that on your back?" I asked cautiously.

"Nothing" She said quickly turning around smiling at me before backing into the bathroom to get changed.

She came back out about 5 minutes later waring some pale wash skinny jeans and a black long slieve LedZeppelin tee.

"Nice top," I said looking at it.

"Thanks, anyway, what do you want?" She asked sying jumping, onto the bed.

"To talk to you about what happened in the pool. Why did you go all funny when I asked you about your swimming costume?" I asked gulping.

"I'm just more comefortabeler like that, and if that is all you need to know then, please leave." Something was'nt right but I got myself up and towards the door, my mother alway taught me that if you have a gut feeling that something isn't right, then it usually isn't, and more importantly she told me never to leave a girl who is in need. I wouldn't class Bekah as being in need, but something wasn't right. I stopped in my tracks. 

"One more question," She syed, "Why did you act all suspicious when I asked about your back?" I asked.

She galred at me. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "Its nothing for you to worry about". A small tear fell from her eye.