Under the Same Sky

Chapter 10: Wanna Dance?

Hey guys, a bit of an emotional and eventful chapter.. but definitely worth the read. I thought I wrote out the characters emotions the best I could. If you have any comments or suggestions feel free to reach out! Anyways you can read now :))

Chapter 10: Wanna Dance?
I finish off a coat of lip gloss as I hear a honk outside my window. I check my blinds and see Wendy parked at the curb. I walk out my room, my chunky heels clicking across the hardwood. I don't even know why I wear these if I am already 5'10, but mom insisted.

I knew I wouldn't even be allowed to go if I hadn't got all dressed up, no matter how much I hate it. Kennedy and Levi would have had my head. So I wore a tighter black dress that my mom fished out of the back of her closet. It had a simple straight neckline but some cool details on the side so it wasn't completely plain. Since I couldn't work a curler if I tried, my mom helped me put some loose waves in my long auburn hair. I finished the look with light makeup and lip gloss.

I grabbed my old black jean jacket off the couch before giving my mom a short kiss goodbye. "I am so happy you are finally going out. But, get home safe." Yep, this is my mom who urges me to go out. Great parenting skills, but I love her regardless. I give her a small smile, "I will." I strut down the steps feeling comfortable in my skin. I haven't felt this way in a while. That is the thing I hate about the effect makeup and dressing up brings. It brings comfort in a skin that isn't your own. It forces people to grow fond of a mere idea of a person, another shell. That isn't their true self. But I wore it all regardless. I walk up to Wendy and notice Westons face through the opened window. His lips were slightly parted as his hazel eyes raked my body. This is what I mean. I open the car door and hop inside. I look over at him waiting for him to pull away, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Hello? Earth to Weston." I say, his eyes still dumbfounded and his mouth still open. I knew I looked good, but I didn't know I could have that kind of affect on him. He shakes his head if his thoughts, and turns to the road.

"I'm sorry. You just.."

"What"

"Nothing."

"Uh.. okay. So we are meeting everyone one else at the Block Party club."

"Sounds good." He says but his voice has skepticism laced in it.

"I'm surprised you agreed to going." I say, finally looking at him. Weston wore his curls messily on his head. He wore a single gold chain and a black Sublime shirt. He had black skinny jeans and black boots. His tighter fitting black outfit broadcasted his lean yet fit frame underneath. He looked really good, but just as he just did, I won't admit that out loud.

"I didn't want to."

"Then why did you?"

"Because you asked."

"Didn't you tell me once that partying isn't your scene. That you would rather just chill, than be up in the clouds." He really was an introverted person.

"Yeah, but I am going to be hanging out with you, so it won't be so bad," he stops to look at me with a genuine smile, "you made the party the other night fun too. I was actually dancing. I never do that." It sort of comes back to me. Weston and I danced till our feet hurt and the air was thick. It was so fun, the happiness in the atmosphere of the moment. Simply having a good time, despite the people around you or the crappy music. Just enjoying another's company and dancing around with them for the hell of it. That's what it was like, and I lived for it.

"Wow. You don't dance? Not even just mess around? I love dancing, that's the only reason I give a crap about the parties."

"Yep, I never really go to parties. Back home I would only go to ones with the team."