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Chapter 21

"Everyone dried off and ready for a great time?" Louis asked as Clem put her hat on, everyone agreeing in the process.

"Perfect! So Omar, please don't take it personally, but i'm going to order pizza for tonight.. okay?" Louis asked carefully, Omar rolling his eyes.

"Why would he care?" AJ asked.

"He's our personal chef!" Louis said proudly.

"At your service!" Omar joked.

"So let me do that, and then we'll PARTY!" Louis said as he picked up the phone.

Clem watched Violet out of the corner of her eye, a small smile spread across her lips as she saw the blonde haired girl smiling at AJ.

. . .

"What song tonight, Mar?" Louis asked as the pizza was set down in the theater/party room.

"Whatever the radio plays for a bit, Lou." Marlon replied, cranking the radio up.

I found a love,

"Oh shit! Everyone get a partner, NOW!" Louis yelled.

For me,

Everyone started to get partners, even if it wasn't romantic.

Ruby and Aasim.

Willy and Mitch.

Minnie and Sophie.

Tenn and AJ.

Louis and Marlon.

Omar and Brody.

And finally, Violet had no other choice but to dance with Clem. So, she took her hands and started to dance.

Well, I found a girl. Beautiful and sweet.

I never knew you were the someone, waiting for me.

We were just kids when we fell, in, love.

Not knowing what if works.

I will not give you up, this time.

But darling, just kiss me slow.

Your heart is all, I, own.

And in your eyes, you're holding, mine..

Baby, i'm, Dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Bare foot on the grass,

Listenin' to our favorite song,

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath, but, you, heard it,

Darling, you, look, perfect, tonight.

Clem stared into Violet's blue-green eyes. Clem didn't know if this meant anything to Violet, but it certainly meant something to her.

What? She didn't know. All she knew was that it meant... something.

A spark or something. Something. Something deep in her stomach made her feel funny. Something she's never felt before.

An odd connection or something. How? She didn't know. Violet probably still hates her a little bit. But yet, somehow, she feels it.

In the deep depths of her stomach,

In her chest,

On her cheeks.

She felt connected. She wants to make this.. thing.. her own. She wants to be able to call these people her family. Each and every one of them.