The Story of Us

One

ZANDER'S POV:

Bright June sun shined through my window. I stretched my arms as I kicked my comforter off of me. Dance today!

Hey. I'm Zander Rivers. I'm eighteen, and I live in L.A.

I'm eighteen, and recently moved into my apartment. I'm close to my family, but I needed my own space.

I'm 5'5. I have brown eyes, and very... Interesting colored hair. It's a very dark color, makes you question whether it's dark purple, black, or dark red. It reaches to about the bottom of my shoulder blades, and I love it. As for the rest of me, I don't look abnormal. I have a lot of piercings in one of my ears and two in the other. (Picture at the top)

I'm a dancer. And before you picture a ballerina with her hair in a perfect bun and her prissy little tutu, I'm not like that.

My studio choreograph's routine's to current and popular hip hop songs. We've performed a lot, and have our own YouTube channel. I'm one of three choreographers. I love my job.

I battle anxiety. Have since I was twelve. Lately, I've been keeping it in check, but every now and then it flares up

*BZZZT!*

The buzz of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts.

'Taylor: iMessage'

Oh yeah! I forgot one minor detail. My best friend's name is Taylor. He's eighteen, like me. He's definitely the craziest person you'll ever meet.

I bet you'd know him if you saw him. Wanna know why?

My best friend is Taylor Caniff.

So, now that I'm done reflecting on my life...

Crap! I probably should reply to Taylor and get ready for dance.

T: hallo
Z: hey. What's up?
T: I have a surprise for you
Z: yeah? What's that?
T: call me after dance
Z: kay.

I swung my feet around to the side of my bed and walked over to my closet. I put on a white cropped tank top and my favorite pants. They're MC Hammer style, with black, white, and purple tribal print. I laced up my black Adidas hi-tops, and finished it off by brushing my straight locks and letting them hang loose.

My shoe collection rival's DJ Khaled's, just saying. Hehe.

I put my phone in my dance bag, grabbed my keys, and headed out.

I could hear the pounding music from outside and grinned.

I said hi to a few people, then headed over to my friend (and partner in choreographing) Kiya.

"Hey! You look great!"

"Thanks! You too."

"What's the plan for today?"

"Focusing on the Foreign remix routine, and touching on last week's Beyoncé mix." I replied.

"Sounds good."

I walked to the middle of the floor.

"ALRIGHT! Split into groups offff...." I looked around, trying to figure out how many people showed today.

"Twelve to fifteen. I wanna see the Beyonce routine from last week. Go!"

*four sweaty, dance-filled hours later*

I walked out to my car exhausted, but happy. I love dance. As I shut my door, my phone buzzed.

'Taylor: iMessage'

T: ARE YOU OUT OF DANCE YETTT????
Z: calm down 😂 I just got out
T: call meeeeee

I called him, a bit confused.

"Taylor?"

"ZANDEERRRR! HI!"

"Tay, what is your deal?" I asked, chuckling at his excitement

"I have a question."

"Okay...?"

"Wanna come on tour with me?"