The Glass Dance

About The Glass Dance

'Tyler Paine.' 

It is simply her name, seen or heard every day of her life. However, one day, seeing it in print, amongst a dozen others, tacked to a bulletin board, changes everything she thinks she knows about herself. 

Tyler ponders who she is many times over the course of her senior year. As the daughter of one temperamental parent and one deserting parent, the sister of an overprotective sibling, and the girlfriend of an overachieving perfectionist, she will only learn her true personal identity when she stands alone.  

For Jared, things always come easy; grades, activities, and the approval of his parents and peers. The one exception is living in the shadow of his runaway brother. Failure forces him to face to face with a guilty secret he has carried for years. 

Tyler and Jared are the quiet couple at school. Everything they do is innocent fun. One rainy day, a fateful list thrusts the high school sweethearts into a conflicting world of questionable decisions. 

Relationships are tested. Friendships are destroyed. It is only a matter of time before everything good in their lives is shattered in this 'Glass Dance.' 

Only one thing remains; the will to recover the only things that were ever important; self-respect and integrity; friends and family; and their love for each other.

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It was Jared, not Josh who invaded her dreams, and relentlessly infiltrated her mind each day. Thoughts of him were strong this afternoon as she basked drowsily in the chaise.

When her eyes flickered open, she saw him as if in a vision. Sexy sun shades covered his eyes. A well tanned mass of muscles defined the shoulders and arms protruding from the black tank top he wore. Those lips she loved were curved into a smile. A tattoo, on his upper arm, drew her gaze.

Tyler started to rise, and then remembered her top was unhooked. When she fumbled awkwardly at the hook and failed, Jared squatted performing the task in a split second. Remaining at this level, his eyes roved over her face, and as if he couldn't stop it, his hand familiarly smoothed a few wispy strands from her face.

"You're looking hot as usual." The flattery sent her heart fluttering, and she could feel his eyes, behind the shades, appreciatively taking her in.

She should have said thank you. She should have returned the compliment with one of her own. He was looking good, in his shorts and shades, his body lean and hard. What she said was unintentionally ungracious. "What are you doing here?"

[last and final (hopefully) edit 01/2013 additions made to 6,7,12,13]