Moving In With A Half-Vampire (on hold -_-)

Ch. 16: Seriously, Now of All Times?

hey! yes, it's been a long time, but hey, blame mother nature and her mood swings.

anyway, have fun with this one. it's sucky but i PROMISE it gets real good. after this, yes, finally, they actually... kiss. so look forward to that. :) READ ON NOW OR ELSE.

the music vid is just ... i dont know. im trying to listen to real music these days, so... :) feist is pretty cool, check it out!

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Tiana’s POV:

          I hurried down to the gym, with Aidan trailing slowly behind me, keeping up with ease because of his long legs. He insisted on coming with me to dance group, or at least waiting until it’s over. Apparently, he didn’t trust that I wouldn’t faint in the middle of it. He’s in a good mood right now I was guessing. It’s kind of freaky to see him being so nice.

I entered the gym and Andrea immediately rushed over to me. “Tiana! You came!” she squealed, hugging me. She pulled away, noticing the shadow behind me. “Oh hi, Aidan.”

He nodded at her, and, eyeing the girls (and some guys) all staring in his direction, muttered under his breath to me, “I’m gonna wait… outside.” And he zipped out of there so fast he was a blur.

I blinked, but Andrea distracted me. “Come on, come on. Sit next to me.” She dragged me over to the back of the group that was already gathered around Ms. Martinez. We sat down as Ms. M started to speak.

“We are here because we love to dance,” Ms. M said, immediately capturing our attention. She’d probably make a great storyteller, I bet. “Because we want to express ourselves through dance, through our bodies. At the end, we will enter a competition, but keep in mind, having fun and enjoying what you’re doing is most important. Today we will start with influencing each other with our own music, rhythm, movements… and those of you that don’t have a change of clothes, remember to bring some loose and comfortable ones next time, okay?”

We separated to warm-up, and Andrea started to chatter. “Hey, hey. Guess what? I found out who sent that email to you.”

“Who?” I asked, curious.

“Drum roll, please.” She smirked. “Emma! And she’s not even in the group. She didn’t make it. You missed it, she was trying to force her way into this, offering money and stuff, but unfortunately, Ms. M isn’t a guy and is straight so she didn’t fall for the girl’s pathetic flirting.”

“Are you serious?” We laughed. That girl would go to any level, it’s kind of scary.

Ms. Martinez put on some popular music, and some guys immediately began to break dance. Everyone crowded around them, clapping and hooting. Some girls did some flipping and all that flexible stuff. I smiled, relaxing. I started to move along with the rhythm, too. Andrea spun to the beat as well, and soon everyone was moving and dancing and laughing. It felt good being around these people who shared the love for dance like I did. I was feeling more like myself when the song ended, like the headaches were all part of a strange dream.

Right away the next song started, a slower one this time. No one was really paying attention yet, but the music was SPEAKING to ME. (Not like I was mental or anything… but you know, I was connecting to it… oh shut up.) I closed my eyes, moving slowly at first, and then spreading out my movements, gliding across the room, in time with the music. Twirling, I put my arms up in the air, sliding across the floor and jumping lightly in to the air…