Dance on Main Street

Day 8

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I woke up and realized what day it was. Saturday! I carefully unwound Luke's arms and climbed out of bed. I grabbed my waterproof headphones and phone case and jumped in the shower. I jammed to some Ariana Grande and Lil' Wayne before getting out. I put on an American flag crop top and some white shorts. I grab my blue Toms, the ice pack, and my backpack. I press a soft kiss on each of the boys foreheads before leaving.

I walked into the kitchen and Teresa was sitting there with Carella eating and talking. She's never forgotten about Saturday! When Teresa sees me she has a confused look on her face.

"Where are you going honey?" She asks confused. I shake my head at her and slam the ice pack onto the table. I walk to the cupboard and take out a poptart.

"Main Street." I say coldly. Teresa quickly stands up from her chair and tried to take the poptart to cook it. I snatch it back. Her eyes fill with regret and sorrow. I hear a knock on the door so I stomp out of the kitchen to answer it. I'm surprised when I find its Rose.

"Oh, Belle. I thought you'd already be gone." Rose mumbles looking down at the ground. She is wearing a grey beanie, sweatpants, and a sweatshirt.

"Well I mean, I do live here." I say confused. I hear footsteps and then am pushed to the side. I land on the ground with a thud. Carella and Rose look at me on the ground. Rose comes over and helps me up.

"Ella, why'd you do that?" Rose asks her brushing me off. "I was excited to see my best friend." She answers shrugging. "We aren't best friends." Rose says rolling her eyes.

"Um, well, I guess I'll talk to you later." Rose says walking off with Carella. I grab my penny board and run out. By this point I'm really scared that I'll cry. I don't even wave to Chris on my way down.

After hiding my bag and turning on music I start to dance. It just doesn't feel right. I feel like its just empty dancing. This hasn't ever happened before. Dancing isn't helping me? As soon as the realization hits me, my knees crumble and I start to cry on the ground. I feel a hand on my back and someone telling me its going to be okay.

"It's gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay. Calm down. Its okay. Your going to be fine." He says trying to help me up. I collapse into his arms when he pulls me to my feet. Painful sobs erupt from my mouth.

"It's not gonna be okay, Luke. It's never okay!" I cry into his chest. He sits us down on a bench and rocks me back and forth.

"Breath Bee. Breath and tell me what happened. It's okay, I'm here." Luke coos. I start to hyperventilate and my chest starts to ache. No, no, no, not here! I push my self out of Luke's arms and onto the ground.

Come on Belle.

Pull it together.

Luke doesn't need to watch this.

The weight gets heavier on my chest making it hard to breath. I pull my head down so it's touching the ground. I block everything out but still can't breath. Without realizing it I start to cry out. Somebody's yelling my name and trying to talk to me. I feel someone shaking me and am met with Luke's eyes. He has tears going down his face.

"Bee, listen! What happened?! Are you okay?! Talk to me! Belle?!" He yells holding my face in his hands. I shakily reach for his face and cup my hands around it. I start to breath again and pull Luke so he is closer. When I have panic attacks like this everything looks like I'm looking through a window but holding onto Luke I can see him clearly. I pull him closer so that our foreheads are touching. I can hear him clearly and I can breath fine. Someone else starts to yell my name and I look away from Luke and am looking through the window again. I can still see Rosie running down the street. I turn back to Luke and cling to him.