What Defines Us?

The Dance

Brooke looks up at me and smiles.

"I'm gonna call him. And I'm gonna dump him." She says.

"Brooke... Are you sure?" I ask her.

She nods her head and grabs her phone. She dials his number and settles back into my arms.

"Hey Eric. We need to talk." She says.

She's silent for a moment before continuing.

"I think we should break up. Things aren't really working out. I'm sorry." She says.

Then I hear his voice through the phone.

"Whatever. I don't care. I never loved you anyway. I've been cheating on you for three months. You're just a bitch and you don't know what's good for you." He says.

She's on the brink of tears when I grab the phone out of her hand.

"Listen here Eric, you may not have loved her, but that gives you no right to make he feel like trash. She loved you with everything in her and you just played her. I honestly can't believe that you've been cheating on her. I mean, yeah you're enough of a jerk to do it, but the thing I can't understand is how you got a girl to sleep with you. Next, if you ever call her a bitch again, I'll kill you. And lastly, she does know what's good for her because she dumped your sorry ass." I say angrily.

"Alright alright. Chill. You don't have to get so protective. I know you're in love with her and all but calm the fuck down." He says.

"Goodbye Eric." I say and hang up.

'How in hell does he know that I am in love with Brooke?' I think.

I turn my attention to my best friend.

"You okay babe?" I ask her.

"Y-yeah. I'm f-fine." She sniffles. I stand up and put on her favorite slow song and pull her up off the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and my arms snake around her waist and we sway to the music.

"Forget about him. He's not worth your time." I say quietly.

"Well you're doing an excellent job making him seem like nothing important. I like dancing with you. It's fun." She says blushing.

I grin and spin her around in a circle and then I stop abruptly. She giggles as I pick her up and throw her onto the bed and climb on top of her. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispers "You're the best. You make all my sadness disappear. I really did enjoy the dance."

I smile and blush lightly.

'Does this define me? My tendency to make other feel better and my tendency to protect the people I love? Is this what makes me, me?' I think to myself.

This assignment is becoming more and more complicated.