𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

seven

𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵

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𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒆

the mini friend group i'm a part of, seperate for fourth period after lunch. "nadia, i'm just tired of dance !" i rant as we walk to art.

i had a mini meltdown yesterday at dance. i was getting yelled at for falling out of a damn turn. "kenzie, how about telling your mo-" nadia starts before being interrupted.

"hey nadia," johnny says. "can i talk to you?" "i'll see you in class nads, see you later johnny." i walk to art and and wait in my chair for class to start.

just as class started, nadia walked in and sat next to me. "hello class.."  the teacher starts. "guess what !" nadia whispered yelled, "what?" i whisper back. "johnny asked me out!" she grinned.

"oooooh." i say mischievous, and laughed. i started to think about nadia's response before johnny interrupted.

should i tell my mom ?

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i lay in my bed, bored. i have to go to johnny's later, but he told me to go in an hour. i start to think about telling my mom the truth. let me just get it over with.

"mom!" i yell for my mom from across the hall. my mom came in, "what's up, hun?" "i need to talk to you." i say as she sits beside me, "okay, what is it?"

"uhm," i hesitated, "i don't want to do dance anymore." i confess, "oh." she replied. "i'm sorry mom, i just- i don't-" i start to stammer, wondering if i'm doing the right thing. "it's okay, hunny." she interrupted.

"are you sure?" i ask, nervously. "yeah," she laughed. "speaking of, we have ro head there." she said, "how about telling abby and the others tomorrow?" i nodded. they both made their journey to the studio as i lay in bed until it's time to head to johnny's.

when the time comes, i grab my backpack, phone and keys, and walked to his home.

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"so.." johnny said, breaking silence. we finished our project, but mom's stuck at dance with maddie, so can't go home. "so." i replied, looking around. "you have a nice bedroom." i say to break the tension. "ok, so. i don't know you." johnny said.

i stood up from the floor, and jumped on top of his bed. my back hurted like shit, i don't care if i didn't know him, i need somewhere comfortable to lay down. "uh huh." i stared into his bedroom ceiling. he laid down beside me, "so.. let's get to know each other?"

i turned my head to stare at him. "i mean.. look, i only know you as mackenzie ziegler. a former dancer, apparently loves art, and my girlfriend's bestfriend."

"ok. true." i stare back at the ceiling, before he turned his head to look at me. "so," oh god, please take count of how many times be both said "so." "yeah?"

"sure." i finally said after about 56 seconds. "alright, twenty-one questions. twenty-one questions meaning i ask twenty-one questions, you answer. vise versa." now take a shot after he said "twenty-one questions."

"fine, go first." i laid on my side. "other than dance, or drawing, or singing, do you like to do anything else ?" he laid on his side to. "no, i don't think so. i mean dance was something i was kind of forced to do while singing is just something i do in the shower. drawing is the thing i love to do." i explained, "makes sense. your turn." he smiles.

"hmm, where were you from?" i asked . "ontario. we lived there for years, before moving here." he answered. "but we didn't develop an accent." he said in a fake canadian accent. i laughed, slightly hard, and he grinned.

𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚

kenzie's actually really fun to be around. i mean, nadia told me she was, but i guess i needed to see it for myseld. she already asked her 21 questions, and this is my last one.

she told me about her sister, maddie, mom, and stepdad. but never her biological dad.

"oh uhm, how-" i say, before darian came barging in. "kenzie, your mother's outside!" she announces, "oh okay. i'll be down in a second." kenz replied. "okay" darian mumbled before hopping downstairs.

"well this was fun." kenzie says as she slips off the bed, and grabs her backpack. "yeah," i swung out the bed, "here, i'll walk you out." i walked ahead of her to the door, to open it for her. "thanks." she smiled.

kenz walked downstairs, and outside. me behind her. she opened the door wide, and i leaned on the frame. she turned around. i stared at her eyes, as she stared at mine. her eyes were like two pools of honey. cliché, i know.

"i had a really great time." she smiled at me, "oh yeah, me too." her mom honked, breaking the eye contact. "i better go, see you tomorrow." she walked to the car, "see you." i whispered.

kenzie hopped in, and the car pulled away. johnny, from the door, watched the car get smaller until it turned the corner.

johnny closed the door, and turned around to go back to his room, until he stopped. he had fun, maybe a little to much. "no, no" he thought, and shook his head.

slowly, he went up the stairs. what was the thing he was feeling? he shook it off, and entered his room, to see kenzie's forgotten denim jacket lying in his bed.

he grabbed his phone from his nightstand, and saw he recieved two new messages. one from kenzie. "hey john. i left my jacket over there. can you please give it to me at school? thank you."

and one from his girlfriend. girlfriend. "nadia." he whispers. "hey babe, how was your day?" the message read. "oh fine, how about yours?" he replied to nadia. "yeah sure." he texted kenzie.

he nicely settled the jacket at his chair, and flopped onto his bed. johnny unlocked his phone and opened up snapchat. kenzie's story was first on the "friend's stories" list, so he watched it.

"johnny, johnny." kenzie was recording him, his head turned away from the camera, but he turned his head around revealing him in lauren's old glasses. kenzie laughed at the face johnny was making.

he grinned at her cute laughter, and watched the rest of her story. one was johnny recording kenzie, who was covering her face with her hand. "ok guys, welcome to my vlog." johnny said funny, as kenzie giggled. "here we have kenzis, but don't call her that, it's my thing." he continued, as kenzie laughed again.

he put his phone away. "what the hell am i feeling?" he mumbled out loud, staring the ceiling.

meanwhile, kenzie arrived at home, in a very good mood. with school, and dance, she had a nice time with the boy she always knew as "the cute boy from school," or whatever nadia called him before they dated.

but that happiness was about to come crashing down. mackenzie looked at her phone after hearing the ding it made.

new message.

"i'm in los angeles." she read aloud. "from dad."

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