We agreed to meet afterschool, and lucky for us, dance was our last class. Everyone rushed out, shoving me in the elbow and my glasses flying of my face. Again. I fumble, trying to find them. Until a thin metal piece rested on my nose and looped around my ears. It was you. You found them for me. Again.
"Here you go. People these days are so reckless." You sigh and stand, extending your arm out. I hesitate but then grab it as I get hauled up.
"Thank you."
"So how are we going to do this dance? Any ideas?" You ask and I scratch my nape. Maybe we can do a rythmnic dance but a bit of modern trends? To show the two beauties between the dances? " I recommend and you jump in glee.
"Perfect! Maybe we can do different styles but then join them together?"
"That's brilliant!!" You exclaim and hug me.
Oh, how warm you are. The slight smell of blueberries in your hair.
You latch of me.
"Let's get to work."
YOU ARE READING
^Glasses^
Short Story"Oh, I am so sorry." "Here you go." "Take care of yourself..." [Completed]
