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

Chapter Two: Sweetness Of Pancakes On A Saturday

Chapter Two: Sweetness Of Pancakes On A Saturday.

I don't think, some people truly understand how hard it is the perfect an arial. Let's just say my arse and feet are killing me. I sat in the floor panting, sweat on my forehead. I took in deep breaths as I stretched my fingers towards my toes, pushing myself down until my head rested on my knees, stretching out my leg and some lower back muscles. I was greeted by a sweet silence while I did my cool down stretches. After my final stretch, I sighed loudly and flopped backwards and laid on the wood floor. I stared at the high arching ceilings. I adored everything about this dance studio. The high arches, the mirrors covering the walls, the small carvings of angels in the pillars. I let out a sigh and appreciated the soft silence. I always loved the bitter sweet symphonies of silence. It was soothing and made everything going through your head disappear. It just gives me time to do deep thinking. I knew going back home would be having to deal with my brothers annoying girlfriend. She makes me cringe and calls me cute. I'm fucking twenty three years old, I not a god damn puppy. I know she despises me and I despise her. Hopefully my brother will open his stupid eyes and smell the Amelia smelling roses and start dry-reaching.

My phone started buzzing and I groaned. I turned and looked at my phone. "Mom" calling. I sighed and decided not to answer. I'll explain my early awaken when I get home. I picked up my phone, unplugged my iPod from the stereo system, and pulled my hair out of the tight bun I had set it in. Messing with my curly dark hair, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out. I gave the janitor Carl a wave before walking out. It was around seven now. After driving the stranger home, I parked at the actual studio. What was his name, Nick? No. No it was Vic. That's right. I saw a few joggers were now in the park, a couple of kids occupied the playground, clearly with their parents who were getting their morning exercise. I chucked my bag across the backseat and drove to my house. I started blasting some Fall Out Boy, softly singing to Thnks Fr Th Mmrs. I pulled into the driveway and thank The Lord, Amelia's car wasn't there. Which was kinda surprising on a Saturday morning. I grabbed my bag from the backseat and trod to the door. I pushed through the door and dumped my keys in the bowl at the table next to the front door.

"Mom, I'm home." I called out. I walked down the hall, kicking off my converse.

"In the kitchen, I have pancakes." I perked up and walked a bit faster past the living room. I found my mom, her short sandy hair slightly messy, her glasses were dominant on her face. The sweet smell of heaven.

I leaned down and pecked her cheek.

"Morning mother." I slid my bag next to the door, so I could pick it up and take it to my room once I'd finished breakfast.

"You left before your dad did today." She stated, flicking through her novel. A James Patterson one. My mum had a thing for thrillers. I prefer romances and a bit of fantasy.

"Practise makes perfect." I said in a sing song voice, as I turned to the slightly cluttered bench, flicking on the kettle for a coffee.

"Your the only young girl I know who gets up at four in the morning on a Saturday." She tutted. I pulled out one of the small dining table chairs, grabbing a pancake in my hands, rolling it all up and eating it.

"Catherine Lee, I thought I taught you manners." I shrugged.

"There's no one to impress right now." She gave me a small glare with her green eyes, that mirrored mine, before shaking her head with a small smirk. The kettles popped and I turned, fiddling around making my coffee.

"You'd be proud of me today." I spoked as I made my heavenly drink.

"Hmm?" She questioned, reading her book intently.

"I helped a person mom." She didn't answer, she was too engrossed in her book.

"Oh yeah, and then he knocked me out a took me to his house where he violently raped me and I'm now pregnant, but apart from that it was very fun." Moms head shot up.

"What?!"

"Nice of you to listen in." I replied sarcastically. Mom sighed placing down her book.

"That's not something to joke about Cat. What did you do?" She asked, resting her chin in her hands. I explained to her the whole Vic situation and she had a raised eyebrow.

"So you just decided to help a random drunk guy in the middle of a deserted park."

"Ey, you said helping people is a good thing, and considering I'm not lying in a ditch, or we just discovered a drunk man was found dead, I did a good job." I said, proudly puffing out my chest. She sighed deeply again.

"I guess, how old was he?" I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee.

"He only looked around my age." Mom leaned forward with a evil grin.

"Was he cute?" I smirked.

"You have no idea." She softly squealed like a teenager.

"You should've gotten his number." She spoke, while whacking her hand on the table.

"Mom, he was a random stranger. I was just being courteous."

"What this about you being courteous?" A sleepy eyed Ryan stumbled in the kitchen.

"Cause your not being courteous that it is in fact a Saturday, which I prefer to sleep in on. Oooo pancakes." I laughed at my easily sidetracked brother. He swooped down giving mum a kiss on the cheek and ruffled my already messy hair, as I swatted at his hands. He picked up a pancake rolled it up and ate it with his fingers, like me. Mom scowled at him and muttered something about "sibling traits". If you just looked at me and my brother, you would probably not jump straight to siblings. He had moms sandy hair, and dad's deep brown eyes, while I had dad's dark hair and mums green eyes. Both of us got the pale skin. The most way people told we were brother and sister, was how we acted. Me and him seemed in sync personality wise. I swallowed my last bite of a sweet pancakes before getting up from my chair.

"I'm gonna have a shower."

"Good. You stink." I glanced at mom who was immersed in her book again before flipping Ryan off.

"Mom she just stuck the finger up at me."

"Don't be a dibby-dobber." I whined as I picked up my bag and hurried upstairs.

I pushed open my bedroom door, to find my slightly messy sanctuary. My desk was covered from everything from jewellery to random papers, sometimes on a good day, I find old M&Ms. My double bed was pushed against my window, lanterns hung above it, strung from the corner of my ceiling to the wall. I had a simple dark blue sheets, that had purple botches designed on it. My walls had band posters and photos of my friends and family tacked on. My small bedside table, had my alarm clock, a half read Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince and a pack of chewing gum on it. My trusty laptop sat on top of my unmade bed. My favourite part would have to be my window. It opened up and had a tiny sitting area on top of my roof. I usually sit there on nice spring days with a book. Or if I just want to get away and clear my mind. I kicked a few dirty clothes out of my way as I opened my cupboard door. I just picked out a pair of old basketball shorts, that were actually my brothers I think, and a stripy black and white t-shirt. I wasn't going anywhere so who really cares. I threw my bag on my bed before taking my clothes to the bathroom down the hall. I placed my clothes on the small sink, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I've never been one of those girls who looks in the mirror and hates what I see. Like, yeah I notice all my faults and stuff, they just don't bother me much. I actually liked my dark hair, even in its messy state. It made my green eyes stand out. I was planning on getting a nose piercing sooner or later, a green one, just to add a tiny bit more pop to my eyes. I turned on the water, letting it go unbearably hot before adding cold and making it perfect. I gratefully hopped under the water and washed away all the sweat from my practise today. Along with my grit, my memories of the brown eyed stranger washed down the drain with it.

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Hey it's Wednesday. I realised you guys don't really have a visual of Cat, so up on the top or on the side, is who i picture to be Cat. You may know her from Game if Thrones, her name is Emilia Clarke, and I edited her eyes a bit but yeah thats Cat.

Apologies if there is mistakes i haven't had a chance to edit, love you all xx