dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter One: Hello Stranger.

Chapter One: Hello Stranger.

The fresh chill of morning raised goosebumps on my arms. I had my bag draped over my shoulder and I curled my jacket around me more. Most people would look at me like I was crazy for getting up at 4am, but hey, practise is practise. I have a big dance recital coming up, if I screw it up, my whole career would be fucked. I decided to wake myself up a bit, I'd parked my car on the other side of the deserted park and walked to the studio. As much as I love sleep, morning is truly a beautiful thing to experience. Like, before everyone is awake, that sweet silence that tumbles through the air and sky. The way the dew settles on the soft grass blades. The way the sky starts to turn a pale orange as the day kisses the night. I breathed in the cold air as I walked away from my car. It was eerily nice the way the playground was on a stand still, the swings not in motion, no kids screaming and running. It was hauntingly peaceful. I walked, letting the morning embrace me gently. I felt my eyes start to open more, my vein started pulsing now. There wasn't any sound but distant cars and my feet crunching on gravel.

As I strode through the park, I was stopped short by a figure, lying in the grass. Only them, just simply lying there. Still. Oh god, please don't tell me I've found a murder victim. I stopped and considered my options: 1. This person could seriously need help. 2. This person could be as dead as a doornail. 3. It could be a serial killer waiting for an idiot like me to play the good Samaritan. Sadly, my good side won out. I slowly, cautiously strode towards the person. As I got closed I felt a twist in my stomach more and more. Mom, Dad, if my good will is what kills me, please be proud. I had now made it to the figure and I stare down at them. Or should I say him. Even in the darkness of early morning, I could see this man, closer to a boy, lying with his eyes closed in the middle of the park. It was reassuring his chest was moving up and down. He looked fast asleep. I frowned as I studied what facial features I could see. He had kinda dark skin and long brown hair, reaching his shoulders. It was straightened out, but all messy, and tucked away under a beanie. He was a bit lanky and didn't look to be massively tall. He seemed to be only around my age. I took in and deep breath.

"Umm, dude, are you ok?" I nearly had a heart attack when his eyes flicked open. They looked dark, but I couldn't fully distinguish the eye colour in the light, I settled for some sort of brown.

"Are you an angel." He slurred out in a husky voice. He had a pretty sexy voice I may say. I bit my lip from laughing.

"Nope, but your obviously really drunk. Do you live nearby?" I don't know what I was getting myself into. To me, he seemed to just be a boy, who got to drunk and stumbled into the park and passed out. I wondered if he came out with friends and they ditched him. Something about the way he lay, told me that he wasn't alright.

"I have no fucking clue." He let out a dead laugh. I sighed. Wow this is helpful.

"Do you remember the address?" Bad idea, abort mission, abort mission.

"Vaguely." I kinda thought about it for a minute before letting out the breath I was holding in. Always help someone in need, that's what mom told me.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." I was gonna regret this. I reach down, grabbing his arms and pulling him into a sitting position.

"Do you normally take home drunken strangers?" He asked me. I slid my hand under his arms, tugging him up.

"Your the first one I've really come across." As I pulled him onto his feet, he stumbled into me and I caught him.

"Woah, calm down buster." He wasn't much taller then me, like I thought. I at least level with his nose, actually maybe his mouth is more accurate. Curse being short. I guess he was only slightly taller. Just a smige. He was staring deep into my eyes. For a random drunk stranger, he was rather good looking.