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

Chapter Seven: Old and New Traditions

Chapter Seven: Old and New Traditions.

Every Sunday morning, me and Vic would meet up, and have an iced coffee. It's been three weeks and somehow we still manage to have endless things to talk about. He slowly became one of my closets friends. It was incredible how people can go from being strangers, to knowing each other back to front. One day, his brother, Mike joined us. It took a while, but me and Mike warmed to each other too. I'd dance with a new passion every Sunday now. Sometimes I'd fumble, too distracted thinking about something funny Vic said at the diner. My older friend, Isabel keeps giving me secrets smirks today. She was in my dance class, and was sadly bulimic. She was mostly skin and bones, yet still looked flawless. She was willowy and graceful, with sharp cheek bones and piercing blue eyes. She had wavy chestnut hair, tied in a tight bun as she dances. The only thing that made me cringe, was she had to hurt herself so she would see herself as beautiful. Everyone could see her for her stunning self, but she looked in the mirror and pointed out every flaw. It makes your heart break, because she only sees herself as that, no one else does, yet there's a part of her mind that tells her everyone thinks she's ugly and fat. It's kills me. I finished with a final twirl, before safely collapsing, and curling dramatically one the floor in a final poise. I breath heavily as a few people clapped me. I wiped the sweat off my brow and grinned at the other girls around me. I pulled myself off the floor, making way for Haley to practice her routine with her partner Travis.

I took a seat next to Isabel, who was stretching her legs, her head resting on her knee as she curled her hands over her toes. She pulled up her head, her red lips pulling in a devilish grin.

"Who has been getting in your pants that is making you this happy?" She asked me, as I took a swig of my water. I nearly choked on my water.

"Excuse me?"

"Honey, I haven't seen you this happy to dance since you were five. Who's been making you scream?" She giggled. She always seemed so happy and yes, she was that friend that like barging into your social life, determine that you are banging every guy you meet. I have a habit of picking her up from guys houses in the morning to save her the walk of shame.

"Well, I'm not banging him." She squealed.

"Yet." She added, wiggling her eyebrows, nudging my shoulder. I stretched out my legs.

"It's not really like that."

"Oh c'mon, it's always like that. Is he hot?" I blushed deeply.

"You have no idea." She clapped her hands together.

"Come on, give me details!" I continued stretching. I felt a few cracks go off in my back, feeling instant relieve.

"Well, he's 25, uhh, only just a bit taller then me. He's really tan, which is mostly from his Mexican roots. Gorgeous brown eyes, and hair that makes me jealous. He's in a fricken band. He is really sweet and kind, and his lips make me assume he is a damn fine kisser. He's kinda perfect." I found myself admitting. No one can deny that though, let's be honest here. I'm kinda just appreciating his friendship for now. It's was nice having someone who I guess, really understood you.

"Oh my, I think you're in love." Isabel teased. I snorted.

"I wouldn't go as far as love, I'd go as far as 'yes. I would totally consider making out with you and snuggling and potentially ending up in bed'." I felt bad saying it, but, it was true. But I knew enough of myself to know, if anything happened with Vic, that it wouldn't only be a physical relationship, we've become to close for that.

"I have to meet this mysterious fellow. What's his name."

"Victor, but he likes to be called Vic." Isabel gave me a weird look.