The fears we share

Chapter five | Dancing

"Dinner!" My aunt calls.

Me laying in bed, not wanting to stand is normal. I rarely ever wanted to get in bed, I fought the urge to stay in bed forever. No matter where I was I never wanted to get up, I'd bury myself in my pillows out of exhaustion. I've learned no matter how much you don't want to, you have have to, for the people waiting for you. I stand and walk down stairs like a zombie, Ben is no where to be found but I don't panic. I get grab a plate of food and walk back upstairs and take a bit of the mashed potatoes. 

Setting the plate on my nightstand I crawl back into bed and begin to read my book. I wasn't hungry. Once it got late I walked down stairs quietly and places my food in the fridge to finish tomorrow. 

"Hey?" I hear his english voice.

"What?" I ask turning.

"What're you doing?" He asks.

"Putting my food away." I say.

He opens the fridge and looks back at me, "You barely ate." 

"I wasn't hungry." I shrug and begin to walk up the stairs.

He follows behind me and I walk into my room, "Did I say you could come in?" 

"No, I want to talk." He says.

"I don't." I say shrugging.

"You said your dad died right?" He asks.

"Yeah." I sigh covering up.

"Oh... my mom did." He says frowning.

I look at his sad face, by the way he's reacting it was probably a while ago.

"How long ago?" I ask.

"Five years." He says.

I nod, "Seven." 

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah," I lie, "Where'd you get those bruises?" 

He shakes his head, "wood cutting." He lies.

I play along, "Must've fell pretty hard." 

He frowns and shakes his head, "I... I'm fine, why'd you get sent here?"

"My mom, she is a total goblin that can rot in hell." I say blankly.

"What happened?" He asks.

"She just doesn't want me, my dad made her keep me." I say shrugging.

"You aren't shrugging because you don't care, it's to hide how you really feel." He says.

I look at him, he has his arms crossed. I hate the way he's figuring me out so easily, what've I done? 

Shaking my head I smirk, "What is this therapy?"

"No, I'm your friend." He says.

"No, you're not." I say, "I don't have any."  

I begin to get frustrated, he can't even tell me what he has going on. He's so irritating, I raise my hand and shoo him away.

"Good night." I groan.

"Night." He says quietly. I hear the door click shut seconds after. 

I stand and look out the window at the night sky. He needs to stay away from me, my plans will burn into pieces if he stays around. 

When I wake up I see my aunt dancing around in the kitchen. I stop and laugh at her horrible dance moves. 

"What're you doing?" I ask smiling.

"Dancing." She says continuing.

"Have fun with that." I say turning. When my body hits a chest I look up and see Ben's face smiling down at me. 

"No you don't." He says shaking his head.

I try to move but his hands grab my wrists and he begins to carry me around while dancing.

"No! stop." I laugh between words, "Ahh! stop!"

We all continue to laugh and I begin to dance on my own, giving in to his punishment.

Soon enough the music was turned off and we were done dancing. I sit at the table tired now, there's no chance I'm headed to school today. 

"Time for school." My aunt says clapping.

"No!" I groan.

I hear Ben chuckle earning a glare from me. 

"Out you go." She pushes both of us.

We walk out the door and Ben begins to drive. He misses a turn making me confused.

"You missed the turn." I say looking at him.

"I know, I don't want to go to school." He says shrugging.

"Oh." I lean back in the seat.

"Do you want to? I can always drop you off first." He says.

I shake my head, "no, where are we going though?" 

"Sledding." He says.

"It is snowing." I say tilting my head. 

"Yep." He says.

I look at his face, it's nice to see he isn't bruised. He's actually quite good looking. 

"Staring?" He asks smiling.

His dirty blonde hair blows do to the wind coming from the window.

"Yes, actually." I admit. 

He smiles but I bet he wouldn't be if I told him why I was studying his face so intensely. 

When we get to the top of the big snow hill me and Ben sit on our sleds and begin to go down. Once I push myself down the hill at the same time Ben I begin to glide back and forth. I look over at Ben who seems like a natural to this whole thing. Taking his hand he smiles over to me, I steady out and go straight just like Ben. 

"Woooo!" I scream throwing my hands up.

"That's it!" He yells. 

When we reach the bottom my face is cold again as I get off of the sled. I pick my sled up and begin to walk to the rack. 

"Wait!" I hear Ben's voice call.

I set it on the rack and turn to Ben who's walking too slow. He has good posture as he walks, he  stands tall and happily. Maybe I haven't realised because he doesn't do it often. I liked the way his hair was always perfect, he didn't have to do much. It sat there and it look good. He's definitely going to be hard to figure out, but so am I.