"guess what, cariño? today i found out about this dance studio a few blocks from here-"
the glare of afternoon sun casts a beam on one side of my face. i'm spread out on our too-white living room carpet, still in my uniform. clouds meander across the sky peacefully. i stare beyond, through the glass doors of our balcony, ignoring mamà, who is speaking poor english as a result of me switching back and forth in spanish all afternoon.
the first day of school is done. i'm relieved, yet physically and emotionally tired. lately, that feeling lingers too often.
"so, i tried to buy you lessons but the vieille sorcière on the phone told me if you did some kind of audition she'd let you practise for free, that is if you're advanced eno-"
theo has a lot of friends, but the only ones who really talked to me were evening and... miller. seeing him again had me a loss for words, but at least i wasn't so startled i accidentally blurted french. there are over 3000 high schools in london: either the universe is forcing us together or london is smaller than i imagined.
miller and i only spoke a couple of times after spanish class, and then communicated in soft sighs at lunch. i'm lactose intolerant, miller told me, isn't it tragic that the only actual good food here is the chocolate milk? i had laughed over my tray. miller's upset 'scowl' twitched back into a wide grin. i love your laugh, he had commented. i did my best to shrug cockily. i know, i am wonderful. miller had pointed his fork at me and chewed slowly. the sparkle in his eyes made me want to be friends with this boy more than ever.
afterward, i don't know whether he saw me scrape my lunch into the bin or not. my stomach again too full of butterflies.
"jax? jacques! you are listening, no?", mamà snaps her fingers violently. i turn my head slightly and squint at her, seeing dark splotches from looking into the bright sky.
"oui, oui. um... dance?", i fumble. she huffs.
"you start tomorrow afternoon"
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light headed | boyxboy
Historia CortaWhilst trying to learn to love himself, Jax accidentally learns to love another. He's never felt this way about a boy before. *highest ranking: 101 in short story *lowercase intended \\ COPYRIGHT NOVEMBER 2017 ©
