[Kaycee]
I turned once again in my bed trying to fall back asleep. There was still an hour left until my alarm would go off, but the impatience and excitement was eating me alive. I randomly grabbed a pillow and smashed it to my face, sighing deeply.
"Ok, cool, let's do this" I whispered to myself as I sat at the edge of the bed looking in the mirror at my messy looking self.
I took a longer shower than usual, trying not to think about the upcoming day and waiting for the time to pass faster at the same time. My heart was pounding hard in my chest and I closed my eyes, letting the cold water wash away all the anxiety. It's been exactly a month and 4 days since I last saw him and it angered me that I've been counting the days. I felt his absence more than usual this time.
To say that I was happy and proud for all the opportunities he's given was an understatement. The world deserved to witness his greatness firsthand. Actually no, he deserved the world, not otherwise. But his packed schedule with touring and teaching left a blank space behind.
I've grown so used to have him around in the last half of year, it almost felt like a part of my life was missing. It was similar with the time my sister went to college. It was like a void, a hollow feeling that would sneak around from the back of my mind from time to time.
I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and marching in my animal print dressing gown, I opened the dresser with a frown. This is gonna take a while.
"Kylie, where's my black crop top ?" I shouted to my sister as I pushed away a bunch of clothes out of the way with my foot.
It only took me about ten changeovers until I decided to wear some classic overalls with a basic crop top underneath. Keeping it simple, there was no reason not to.
"Come and get it, I'm busy", she shouted back almost instantly.
I barged into her room just to find her laying in bed watching Netflix with her laptop sitting on her stomach.
"Really busy I see, sorry for bothering ya" I smiled sarcastically while looking for the piece of clothing in need.
She finally acknowledged my presence giving me an impressed look, raising her eyebrows.
"Someone's salty this morning. Any particular reason ?" she smirked at me and I turned her way, squeezing hard onto the black material in my hands.
"Pff, no ?!" I giggled nervously feeling my face get hotter instantly.
She let it slip away, not teasing me anymore, but kept that smirk until I left her sight.
I ran my fingers through the curls that fell rebel on my shoulders, trying to tame them down a bit. I was so self conscious it was almost ridiculous. I let a small laugh slip and shook my head. I was utterly ridiculous, it was just Sean, what was wrong with me.
I washed my face once more with cold water, took a deep breath and headed downstairs.
"Mom, I'm ready", I announced as I jumped over the last couple of stairs.
She offered me something to eat, but I wasn't feeling like I could get anything in my system.
"I'm fine, let's go", I said excited, tapping my foot impatiently.
"I hope you're not going to make the poor boy cook something for you. At least take something on the road" she scolded me in a sweet tone while getting her purse.
I ran and grabbed a cereal bar and a banana from the counter and stuffed them in my small backpack.
"Done, let's go" I repeated and smiled widely as my mum just laughed at my impatience.
The drive to his house was pretty long and not having to do it in over a month, it felt longer. After some small talk to fill the silence in the car, I raised the music volume and stared dreamy out of the window.
[Sean]
I growled loudly as my alarm went off and I legit slapped the snooze button causing my phone to fall on the ground.
"Great" I rolled my eyes while keeping them closed and covered my head with a pillow.
In a split of a second the reality kicked in and I realized I was finally waking up at home. All this traveling and time zones get confusing at some point and I was so tired my head was throbbing. I guess this is what a hangover must feel like, it can't be worse than this.
Moreover, I remembered what this whole being at home meant and I felt a smile creeping on my lips in spite of the fatigue. I sighed relieved, finally gathering the will to rip the sheets of my body and start the day off. It's been too long since I saw her.
We didn't really have plans despite her coming over. Just catching up and wasting time together like the good old days, that's what we do. Her presence was part of my routine and being away for so long felt wrong at some point.
I was beyond grateful to be given the opportunity to travel so much and vibe with all these people around the world gathered together only by the passion for dance. Seeing your choreography unfold in front of your eyes, a story being told by so many bodies, everyone adding a different page to it, filled my soul with such joy I could never explain it properly.
But I also missed that tingling sensation, given by a connection deeper than the one you make with your students at a dance convention. It felt like a string attached to every inch of my body that controlled my movements in unison with the other end. And the other end was just knocking at the door.
"I'll get it", I shouted as I sprinted downstairs.
I turned the knob opening the door and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
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[Author's note]
Ok, so this is the first chapter, not much happening, just getting things started. I want to give you a heads up regarding the story, it's all going to be a slow burn mainly focusing on the two of them. I want to keep it as realistic as possible and portrait parts of their personalities the way I see them. I'm the worst at commitments, so pray for me to be able to finish the story. Also as a side note, my first language is not english, so for any weird typos or choice of words, I apologize in advance, lol.
Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed it ! Feel free to leave any suggestions and stuff in the comments. See ya !
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(im)patience
FanfictionFalling out of the habit is followed by the unexpected. You have to take one step at a time, yet adjust your rhythm to the person you share the journey with.