Split

Part 3.

"She's so mad at you," Tom chuckled walking out with Y/n. They'd annoyed Madame Tiffany all day as something to do for his last day before stage prep. Y/n was upset she had to get a new partner, but she was considering switching over to solos. "Yeah, she'll get over it," Y/n giggled. "So what are you going to do when I'm not in ballet?" Tom asked. "I actually might switch over to solos," "Really?" "Yeah, I don't think I'm good enough," "Y/n your a perfect fit for solos, pft you're better than me," he chuckled. "I don't know, it won't go anywhere like my mom wants for me," "It's not about what she wants, It's about what you want," "Yeah, but I don't know Tom," He leaned against the exterior wall of the studio. Y/n stood right next to him. "You'd be great for solos," he smiled. "Yeah yeah," she giggled. "Just don't forget about me when you're a big movie star," she smiled. Tom chuckled. "I won't make it that far," he smiled. "You never know," Y/n said happily. She was proud, proud to have been his dance partner. She hugged him tightly before he left. "Look for me in the crowds at your shows," he shouted. She rolled her eyes. She watched him drive off. That's when her heart dropped. She didn't know if she'd ever see him again. Well, off the stage. About 30-45 minutes later, Y/n's mother pulled up in front of the studio. "Get in," she slurred from the car. Y/n embarrassed walked down to her car. She knew her mother was either drunk or inebriated in some way. "How was class?" her mother started. She looked over at her mother. Her eyes were sunken and red. "It was fine," Y/n sighed. "Y/n I'm not paying for fine," "But it was," "How's that boy...Tim right?" "Tom," she corrected. "He's fine," "Y/n what's the matter with you?" "Nothing," she gazed out the window. Her mother can get insanely scary if she really is drunk. "When's your show again?" "I'm switching over to solos," "What? No, you aren't" "Yes I am," "No you are not Y/n, it's too expensive," "I'm switching, madame already said I could," "I don't care what Madame said, we don't have the money. Neither do we have the money to see your friend in that show," Nikki had called her. Oh god, what was that phone call like? "I already made the transition to solos mum, sorry," "I don't want to hear it... if you can pay for it then go ahead," she spat. The car swerved scaring the crap out of Y/n. When they got home she shut the door to her bedroom and locked herself in. The last thing she wanted is to get beaten up by her mother. And that seemed like what would happen if she let her in. Y/n slammed her body onto her bed. Crying it all out. Confused. Why does her mother hate her? Why does her mother not let her follow her dreams... She sat up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Tom's words rang in her head. You'd be great for solos. That's the road she wanted to go down. Maybe her mother isn't proud of her now. But she will be. "I'll prove it to her," Y/n mumbled under her frantic breaths. She was panicking. How does she pay for solos? What is she to do? Her mother is a deadbeat, where her father is...that's a great question. She lost her best friend to show business. He said they'd keep in touch but will he? Y/n sat with her crayons. She drew her as a ballerina on the stage. In front of loads of people. "That's going to be me one day...I'll show her," Y/n spat. Putting the drawing up above her headboard. "Maybe then, she'll finally be proud of me,"

-14 years later-

Y/n had gone off to move up the ranks in London. From Regional Champion...to champion. To best in London. Millions come to see her stand up on her toes. And dance across a stage. But not one of those people is her mother. After starting solos at age 8, her mother couldn't afford the lessons. So Y/n's instructor would fund it with her own money. She saw talent in Y/n and wanted her to continue. As for Tom, he's gone down the acting road. He's in the big screens now. Forgetting about his best friend. Who he promised his friendship tp. Nikki had all these old photos on display during the holidays, to try and bring back old memories. One sparked memory for Tom. Nikki had taken it as Y/n waited outside for her mother after her first solo show. (swipe to see) .Tom stared at it for a while, she seemed to be so little. Who was she? He recognizes the face, but he's blanking on her name. "Mum," "yeah?" "whos this?" The photo seemed to be old. "You don't remember her do you?" Tom shook his head. "You were the cutest pair of dancers, but you were split up when you started acting," "But who is she?" "You know Y/n L/n?" Nikki smiled saying the name again. "The champion ballerina or," "No you're right she's the champ now," she chuckled. "I knew her?" "Yeah, you were so nice to her to...her mother ugh bless her she put up with that woman," Tom stared at the photo. How could he forget about her? The photo itself brought back all these memories. The routines. The jokes. The handshake. "Damn it," Tom turned to run upstairs. He grabbed his laptop and immediately looked her name up. He read through her achievements. "Damn she's good," he mumbled. How is he ever going to link up with his best friend again? By what his mum says, they were so close. He just didn't keep his promise.