Call Me Sometime, a Bradley Steven Perry Fanfiction.

Dancer in Despair?

In the morning, I have dance class, and I was exhausted, but I had to be there. On Saturday was our first show of the year! (BTW, it is Thursday…) I get dressed in my Beatles top from H&M, my awesome sports bra, my Nike Pro shorts and white studded high-top converse. I put my hair in a messy bun, and put on some mascara. I pack my dance bag with my camera, water bottle, a protein bar, 20$ bill, and some EOS Chapstick. I leave a note for Kylie and Lucas. I always jog to the studio, because it’s only a few blocks. As I start jogging, I wonder about things. I haven’t heard my baby sister in a while, and haven’t had to babysit, which was strange, because I did that all the time. My photography has been going down. I slow down to catch my breath, and I see Bradley walking from DairyQueen. He threw his ice cream away. He sees me, and jogs towards me.

“Hey. What’s up with the shorts and bag?” I suddenly feel self-conscious.

“Does it look bad?”

“No, of course not! It looks amazing actually!”

“Really? My legs don’t look terrible?”

“No! They look amazing!”

“Thank god. Well, I’m on my way to dance.”

“Cool. What style do you do?”

“Lyrical.”

“Sweet. Can I watch?”

“Yeah! It’s open doors this week.”

“Nice. Which way?”

“This way, but we have to jog.”

“Fine by me.”

We both get to the studio on time for my class. I walk in, and Bradley watches from the door. My friend Carly immediately notices.

“Is that Bradley Steven Perry?!”

“Yeah. He’s my friend.”

“Since when?”

“Since 4 days ago.”

Then my instructor, Cindy spoke to us. “Alright, today we will have the deep stretch, and all speculators will come inside and watch the entire class.”

Bradley and a few other people stepped into the room to watch. Cindy ran over to the stereo, and turned on Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus. She instructed to go into our lunge. I was the most flexible one in my class, so this was a piece of cake. My hips were almost touching the floor. As usual, I hear gasps and whispers. Then we had to go into our left leg splits. I was all the way down, so I just sat there. Cindy approaches me.

“Try arching backward and grabbing your back leg.”

I nod, and try arching backward. I successfully grabbed my back leg. She was impressed. She went to the corner of the room, and got a plastic box. She wanted me to do my over splits. This is my weak point. I struggle with this stretch. Once she sees I am stretching, she is satisfied. After the rest of the stretching, we do our dance. It was a masquerade, and our costumes were red Latin style skirts and bandeau tops with silver embellishments.

When we were finished, everyone was amazed. We obviously took their breath away. It was time for my solo. My song was Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys. My costume was a dress with a V-Neck, and a torn skirt. It was gold on the top, and red and orange as it got lower. I was alone on the floor. I performed my dance. I knew it so well I didn’t have to think. When I was in my ending pose, and the music ended, Bradley stood up and started clapping, and everyone else followed. I took an exaggerated bow, and everyone laughed. I walked back to my dance team and got a few high fives. We ran the dance (our group dance) together a few more times before the class was over. When we were all done and packing up, Bradley came up behind me, picked me up and spun me around in circles. He was laughing and so was I. When he FINALLY put me down, I jokingly punched him in the shoulder, let down my hair and grabbed my bag.

“You were awesome! And your dance team is really good too!” I giggle at his compliments to me and my ‘team’.

“Thanks.”

“Running home?”

“Yeah. Wanna race this time?”

“Only if we stop at Dairy Queen.”

“Deal.”

We start walking towards the doors. When we got outside, Bradley immediately flinched.

“The wind is freezing! Aren’t you cold?”

“No! This feels nice! And you would warm up from running anyways.”

“Got me there.”

We start running. I don’t think it was a race anymore, because we were going at the same speed. We end up at Dairy Queen, and Bradley stops me before we walk in.

“I’m paying.”

“Come on. I have $20 dollars in my bag.”

“Please let me be a gentleman!”

“Fine, whatever.”

“Thank you.”

We walk in. I order a small Butterfinger Blizzard, and Bradley ordered a small M&M Blizzard. We walk home talking and laughing. Then Bradley spoke in a serious voice.

“I have good news.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I got you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“An audition for Disney!”

“OMIGOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!”

I jump towards him and wrap my arms around his waist. He just chuckles and wraps his arms around me in return. I realize I was all sweaty and gross. I start to let go, but he tightens his grip on me. I start to protest.

“Bradley let me go! I smell horrible and I’m all sweaty!”

“I don’t care. Your hair smells nice.” I laugh at him.

“My hair smells nice?”

“Yeah. It smells like vanilla, sugar and roses all in one.” I laugh at him again.

“How in the world did I manage that?”

“How should I know?”

We both laugh, and we continue our walk with each other with his arm around my shoulder. It was going really well, before I saw something I will never forget. Looking back, I can still feel the ice cold gut wrenching chill that took me to the ground with sobs exploding out of me as I watched in despair at something I couldn’t help.

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