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

Chapter Four: Little Getaways

Chapter Four: Little Getaways.

"So you were playing hard to get?" I laughed at Anna, as she sat crossed legged, engrossed in my story now. She cocked her head to the side, reminding me of when she was a little girl. Her curls were now long and hung down her back, her brown eyes surrounded by mascara. She had managed to gain some of her grandfathers height, and was now a full head taller then me and, much to his dismay, Vic. But what made Vic happy was the twins aren't taller then him, same as Naomi. Well, yet. I shrugged.

"Hey, it wasn't worth it if he didn't fight for it." I offered with a cheeky grin. I brushed a piece of my fringe out of my face.

"I still can't get over that when you met him he was drunk." Anna giggle. She had black mascara lines all down her cheeks. I gave a soft smile.

"Yeah, even I laugh when I think of that." Anna gave me a smile.

"So, what happened next?" I threw my head back laughing.

"Eager one aren't you." She looked down at her wrist, tapping it, pretending it's a watch.

"I don't have all day." She said cheekily. I narrowed my eyes.

"You seem to be feeling better."

"I'll be nearly fine once you tell me the rest." She offered as I chuckled. I wiggled up her bed, and sat on her pillows, resting my head against the wall. She moved up and sat beside me.

"Well..."

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It was now Thursday, another day packed of dancing until every bone and muscle in my body is feeling like break point. Damien is working me extra hard, considering I scored a solo in the recital. It was about eleven by the time I got home. Ryan was obviously at Amelia's, considering his car was missing. When I actually got inside, dad sat watching tv. But mom had already gotten into bed. I dumped my bag next to the living room door and waked over to the couch. I slumped down next to dad as he gave me a smile.

"How was dance?" I shrugged.

"I can't feel anything anymore, so I'm guessing good." He softly laughed and wrapped his arm over my shoulder.

"What's this?" I asked, looking at the tv while resting my head on his shoulder.

"It's a documentary about the sun and it's solar flares and how it effects the earth."

"Ooo, interesting. Is this another theory on how we're gonna die?"

"I think it is potentially leading up to that." I smiled and snuggled deeper into his side, me and dad had a habit of doing this. Every Thursday I would come in and there he would be sitting, watching a documentary. We would sit, watch it, discuss our own theory's on it, then either go to bed or sneak into my room, climb onto the roof and search the constellations. Thursday was always my favourite day. It was the times when I got to vent to my dad about anything and he would listen and say something intelligent, showing off his lawyer side. And I would laugh and tease him. He would tease me back before we'd get so tired we can't keep our eyes open. Most girls become close with their moms. Like yeah, I was incredibly close with my mom. I can discuss anything at all, just I'm closer to dad. It's just how it panned out I guess.

The documentary came to a close, touching on the fact that the earth is going to eventually be destroyed by the ever expanding sun, planting hope in our hearts of our very distant future. Dad switched off the tv, before turning to me.

"I feel the need to stare at the stars before they all disappear." I grinned.

"I was thinking the same thing." We both got up off of the couch and made our way quietly upstairs. Walking past all our family photos on the wall. There was a few of our old dog Benji. Now we have a cat called Tammy, that's home as much as Ryan is. I nearly knocked over and vase muttering a string of curse words while dad laughed at me. We managed making it to my room without breaking anything. We crawled across my bed, sliding the window open. One after the other, we crawled onto the roof and sat at the makeshift bench seat. Dad softly groaned as he sat down and I chuckled through my slightly heavy breathing.