Closer - Noah Centineo/Peter Kavinsky

Closer (Part 9) - ella the eavesdropper

Hey guys, I need to be honest. I kinda gave up on the story due to such nonexisting motivation and family problems. I realized that I really want to keep going with his Noah Centineo love story and finish it even if I don't have many readers. At least, while I'm reading and writing my own work I can imagine the whole story in my head and it makes me the happiest person ever.

For those reading, I'm sorry for the crappiness of this chapter. It will be hard going back into it after almost 2 months of not writing. I hope you stick with me until the end. Thank you so much and enjoy my story!

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After school, I let Seth drop me off at Madame Demonges dance studio, so I can practice my routine. Madame Demonge has been in my life pretty since dance has been in my life. She's an old superstitous Russian ballerina that has probably shown me more love throughout the years than my own parents. She's not like that to every one of her students. Somehow, to her I was an exception, and I was so greatful to her for that. I run up to the steps of the studio and into the biggest room there to see her sitting, with her infamous green tea in the hand.

''Child, there you are. Was that Seth who dropped you off?'' she asks, in her thick Russian accent which I adore. She always tones Seth's name in a way that shows that she is not too keen of the idea of us being together. I mean, she has nothing against him, but she always talks about how its too easy with him, whatever that means. I give her two pecks on both sides of her cheek, because its the European thing to do. "You must live a little, child. You are so young and used to the things that you have known your whole life"

"I'm here for ballet Madame Demonge,'' I say, teasing her. "Not for advice on my love life"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I am just saying. It should never be too easy. Easy is boring. And it will affect your dance"

I pause while doing my stretches and look up at her. "I thought I was the best dancer in the studio for you," I say, feeling kind of hurt that she would say such a thing.

She shakes her head. "You are indeed the best. You have the greatest potential. But, I feel like you can do even more, and push your audience off their seats. I am just saying that your life affects the way you portray dance. It never hurts to try new things. I don't just mean relationships. Let me see that. Let the world see that"

I nod to show her that I understand. She has always been the only person in my life who makes me questions the things I do. I mean this in the best way possible, and am forever greatful for the deep talks she gives me in the comfort of her dance studio. She makes me think about certain aspects in my life, but I still feel like I can't bring myself to change these things, to better them. Maybe she is right. Maybe I really am too boring. I just like feeling comfortable and knowing my surroundings, since it makes me feel safe.

I practice my dance routine non stop for the next hour and a half, trying to take all of the tips Madame Demonge gives me into consideration. My mind tonight is on my non-existent parents, and on my sad crying session in the car with Jay. The pain I feel is easier to deal with in dance and I try to show my emotion through every move as much as I can, because thats when I dance the best. My last recital before I get into college is coming up, and I need to be more than perfect.

After my private session, I pack up my things still staying in my tights with a big sweatshirt over me. Madame Demonge praises me for my work and comes out with me to the parking lot. As we are locking up, a car honks and I see Seths car with Violet, Jay and Yazmin in it. I wave awkwardly, hoping they won't all come out, but of course they do.