We Intertwine
Chapter 2: Home
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
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She was strangely very good at dancing, despite the fact that she looked rather insane. I didn't exactly understand where the energy came from but I was jealous. If I was alone I'd be moping in bed about how boring everything is then eventually pull out my homework and hate doing it.
I lean over curiously watching her every move. She didn't seem to know the lyrics but her movement went well with the beat. She looked genuinely happy and once again I find myself jealous. I wish I got that happy simply from moving my body.
Actually, I used to dance, and believe it or not I used to sing too. But then everything became so boring and it never seemed like enough to me. I will admit I'm kind of on the spoiled side but no one seems to mind so I don't really care much for consequences. But something I don't really like admitting is that I don't really have any friends.
In the middle of her dancing she notices that I'm awake. Blondie approaches me with a wide smile on her face and reaches out her hand for mine. I stare at the pale skin before me, wondering if I should accept it or not.
"Dance?" she urged, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards her.
I kind of disliked that she was taller than me, but she was incredibly easy to fall into and very comfortable. I pulled myself away from her and let her twirl me as the next song started.
I don't know about you, but I think that Lady Gaga is a genius. Her latest hit, Alejandro starts playing on my ipod dock and I find myself singing along with the lyrics. Blondie seems thoroughly amused at my knowledge of the lyrics and grabs my arm again when the music gets louder and more upbeat. I sing along with the pop sensation while moving my body with her.
It was a lot of fun, I'll have to admit it. But I don't think I'll be telling her that. She might use it against me.
When the song ends I turn off my ipod and sit over at my bed. I'm sweating from one song? Damn, I'm out of shape. Blondie collapses on the bed, staring at the pink ceiling. Yes, my room is pink.
"That was fun Santana," she pointed out happily, not moving from her spot.
"I guess," I lied, sounding bored.
Then I heard something interesting. Blondie's tummy growled and so did mine. I blushed when mine made the sound but-
"Ted is mad again," she said bluntly, sounding honestly concerned. I rose my eyebrow at the girl, wondering if she was serious. "I don't know what to do. San, what do I do?"
I flinched at the nickname, she was being friendly already.
"Ted?" I accepted her usage of the name; it didn't sound so bad coming from her, and honestly I kind of like the sound of her voice.
"The monster who lives in my tummy," she responds, her hands grasping the body part. I almost feel myself laughing at her ridiculous actions, but when she looks up at me with sad eyes I think my heart almost felt like breaking.
I don't understand why she affects me so much.
"Let's get something to eat," I suggest, grabbing her arm and leading her out of my room. She takes the moment to link her pinky into mine. At first I feel a little uncomfortable, but as she leans into me, I feel this warmth wash over my face and I can't put my finger on what I'm feeling but I like it. For some reason I feel like our pinkies just fit together. I wonder where she got the idea from.
We walk together down to the kitchen where Nanna is making lunch. Surprisingly enough, she's making tacos. Hopefully Blondie doesn't pick up any stereotypes from this.
We don't let go of each other's pinkies until we sit down. I finally notice that mother and father are gone and Nanna Betty stares at me.
"What do you want?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at the older woman. She stares, blinks, smirks, then starts eating her own lunch. Once again these grown ups are taking interest in my actions.
As I take a bite into my taco, I see Blondie staring at me while I put it in my mouth, her eyes looking very hungry.
I'm not sure what to do, but I point at her food and tell her to eat. She makes a weird face and pokes at the tortilla. Sighing, I take hers and put it into her mouth for her.
And as soon as her face lit up I felt this explosion in my stomach, and hopefully it's not something gross like diahrrea.
"Yummy, San," she mumbled when enough went down her throat. Her smile was wide and there were traces of sauce and sour cream on her lips. I swore to myself that I'd never seen anything so cute everytime she does something like this, but she keeps on outdoing herself.