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

Chapter Three: Coffee Chick

Chapter Three: Coffee Chick.

The breeze felt so soft on my face. As if it was softly kissing it, giving the view of perfect spring days. I was sitting on my roof. Purples clouds splattered against the sky and the stars were awake in the clear blue. A squirrel was curled in my lap and I read Just Listen by Sarah Dessen for what seemed to be the thousandth time. I suddenly felt sleepy and the squirrel suddenly stretched out forming a soft blanket and I curled into the darkness. I felt arms softly wrap around my waist. A sense of security seeped through my veins quietly. I turned and buried my face in a intoxicating sent. The sent of home. I felt soft heart beats in time with mine. His warmth made my heart burn with a small flame. I sighed, curling my fists in his chest and felt the world slip away as I snuggled up against him. He was my rock. My world. My everything. I was so deeply in love with him, it hurt. My heart ached at his soft murmurs and my bones shook to his touch. He was making my world spin on it's never ending orbit. My heart in his hands. With my eyes closed I reached up and pressed my lips to his, feeling the familiar soft warmness. I felt him smile and his arms tightened around me. He went to turn us over before I was falling.

I jolted awake in surprise. The radio was playing softly from my clock. My heart was slowing down from my sudden awakening. I softly groaned, pulling my covers over my face.

"When I'm having a good dream too." I muttered to no one. I threw back the covers clumsily, and rolled out of bed. I stretched my arms above my head and stood on my tippy toes, groaned at all my bones cracking from my sleepiness. I scratched at my nest of hair before trudging downstairs to the kitchen. My father sat, reading his newspaper. I bent down softly kissing his cheek.

"Morning daddy." I murmured in a croaky voice. He gave me one of those smiles that made his brown eyes crinkle. He had a moustache too which I always teased him for. His dark hair was quite thick like mine. I'm still confused where I got curls from. I think I got them from my Aunty Olivia, her hair is nearly an Afro.

"Morning princess." He replied in his gruff voice. I gave him a smile, grabbing myself some cereal.

"You have work today right?" He asked, placing his newspaper down. I nodded, my mouth full of cereal.

"You work really hard in your dancing don't you." He was awfully random sometimes. I hadn't even said a word about my dancing. I swallowed my mouth full and smiled.

"Yeah I guess." He was giving me a scrutinising look. He had the tiniest smirk on his face.

"Yet, you plan on doing something else." My dad had a way of reading me. I love dancing, with all my heart, I seriously do, but he's right it's not what I want my whole life to be about. I gave him a small smile.

"I do it to keep Mom sane." He softly chuckled.

"She would love you even if you became a hooker." I choked on my cereal and dad laughed at me before I burst out laughing to. I was always closest with my dad. He just seemed to get me in a sense. Mom thinks I want my whole life dedicated to dancing until my feet fall off. But I more serious about piano and singing. Dance is a pleasure thing, but I'll still try and reach for the academy, more for mom. Dad kept up light conversation, discussing how annoying John was getting at work. If dad had to listen to one more story about golf on the weekend he was going to stab someone. Dad's phone beeped and he looked down sighing.

"I'm sorry honey, I have to go to work now." He kissed my cheek, his prickly moustache tickled my skin.

"I love you." I gave him a fond smile.

"I love you too dad."

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My hair was whipped in the light autumn breeze. It was still a warm day in San Diego, a sunny Tuesday. I sighed as I walked towards my work. Starbucks. How awfully cliche. My hair was tied in its tight pony tail. My hair was long but not overly long, just reach past my shoulder blades when straightened out. I softly hummed under my breath as I brushed past people on the street, making my way to the most know coffee circuit in America. I pushed open the doors and breathed in the smell of coffee. The perks of working in Starbucks would have to be the sweet scent of coffee. I waved to Robin on the front counter, the bubbly blonde that flirts with the cute guys that order. I walked past Aidan and waved at him. He gave me a small smile and I saw a girl nearly faint two feet away from him. Yep, he was pretty good looking I will admit. I walked to the back area, dumping down my bag and grabbing an apron. I wasn't sure if I fancied the green colour, I love green but this one made me think kinda of vomit.