Goldilocks

Said the Joker about his smile

Cole's POV

I was walking back to my room when I saw Miranda struggling with the door. What is wrong with the girl, it is a freaking door why is she taking so long to open it? No sooner had I thought this, I got the answer. 

Before I knew it I was panicking and running. Ladies and gentlemen, Miranda the extraordinaire had fainted against the door and I had no idea what to do. I carried her inside the room and laid her on the bed. She looked so frail and worn out. What the hell was she doing to herself? Oh my God , why the hell am I freaking out so much? I seriously need to calm down. Deep breaths, deep breathes… shit she is awake. What am I supposed to do?! I don’t have any idea what to do! I heard her whisper, “Water.”  Ok, she wants water, I can get water.damn, there is no water in the room. What do I do now?! I was ransacking the room in search of water and then turned to face her with hysteria clearly written on my face. 

“Just give me gatorade instead,” she spoke slowly. 

Seriously she ants gatorade now! Where am I supposed to be getting that from? Looking at the obvious frustration she just motioned me to look down. What is this girl doing?.. Oh, I am holding the gatorade bottle in my hand. 

Her face started regaining some color after drinking a few sips. She still looked a bit dazed but the words just burst from my mouth. 

“What happened to you? Are you sick? What caused you to faint?”

Miranda’s POV

I think I was still a bit dazed. That is the only reason I manage to come up with when I wonder why I answered him so willingly.

“I was just a bit tired. Forgot to have lunch.”

“What about dinner?”

“It is ten at night. Dinner got over almost an hour ago.”

“What?”

“Yeah. What were you doing?”

“Practicing. The auditions are coming up in a few weeks.”

“So you decided to practice for about six hours straight? Is this some elaborate prank to kill yourself?”

“I need to practice if I want the lead part.”

“No, you do not need to practice. At least not so much. You are a brilliant dancer.”

“You don’t know that. You haven’t seen me dance for almost ten years, so you have no say in the matter.”

On hearing this his face, which was previously lined with worry, went blank. An awkward silence hung in the room, when I noticed something.

“What am I doing in your bed?”

He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and said,“Uh,your bed was full of those plushy cushions and creepy plush animals. There was no space on the bed and I had no idea where else to keep you.”

“It is not creepy at all.”

“Said the Joker about his smile.”

A/N: Sorry for the long wait.