Chapter 34: Dance With Me

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Hey guys!! IM SICK!! I HATE BEING SICK!! WHY AM I SICK?? Oh yeah, I caught a bug in OHIO!!! NOT FUNNY OHIO, FIRST YOU BURN ME, THEN YOU MELT MY ICECREAM, AND NOW YOU GET ME SICK, NOT HAPPY OHIO! NOT HAPPY! Anyway I only own myself, ParvsCookies out!

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Ridges pov

I didn't care that Jac was still in the dress from earlier, she was here and it would do.

"Would you like do dance?" I asked, handing her the flowers and bowing. She giggled, taking my hand and curtsying.

"Why of course!" She exclaimed, a bright smile replacing her sad confused face as she away for a moment.

"Just let me change!" Jac exclaimed, the door closing quickly as she left me confused. The dress she was in was fine! I heard a few mumbles and no!s coming from the room, and then she emerged, her dress was short and very light pink, she smiled as I took her hand.

"You look beautiful." I whispered as we made our way down the stairs.

"Thank you." She whispered back, we got to the main floor, now made of dark obsidian, and moved our hands to the right positions. We began to turn lightly, it was easy, until something came on to the radio I didn't expect. Somewhere from West Side Story, I saw a single tear fall down Jac's cheek at this point, she was strong, but not that strong.

"There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us, peace and quiet and open air, wait for us, somewhere." I sang, holding her closer as we swayed back and forth.

"There's a time for us, someday a time for us, time together with time to spare, time to look, time to care, someday." She sang letting her tears dripp down her face.

"Somewhere!" I sang out as Jacs confidence grew.

"We'll find a new way of living!" I sang, our turns becoming sharper.

"We'll find a way of forgiving, somewhere." Jac sang, her feet moving so fast she seemed to float.

"There's a place for us, a time and place for us, hold my hand and we're halfway there, hold my hand and I'll take you there, somehow, someday, somewhere." We sang softly, my lips meeting hers as the final notes of the song drifted of into the evening.

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