Dancing
-HUGO'S POV-
Isabelle giggled gleefully as we waltzed around with the other couples, moving gracefully with the music. She was, in fact, very good at dancing, and had taught me in no time. I smiled as the music carried us around, watching her eyes twinkle as she laughed.
Okay, so I have a crush on Isabelle. Who wouldn't? We've been pretty much inseparable since I met her. She's my best friend, and, well, she's absolutely beautiful.
Everything about her, her eyes that are as dark as night, her illuminating smile, her now much longer, golden hair, the way she laughs, the way she tells stories, even the way she moves, everything about her is flawless.
Then there was that one night, the night she stayed in the flat in the station with me. She had kissed me and… it was like the fireworks had flipped a switch inside of me that I didn't know existed.
No matter how much I wanted to, though, I couldn't kiss her again. Papa George and Mama Jeanne have both made their feelings on us 'being together' very clear. They think we're too young and too naive for any sort of relationship but….I mean, I think we'd be perfect.
We see each other all the time, we teach each other, we're practically already together, but we've only kissed once. But since Papa George and Mama Jeanne have been so helpful and caring towards me, I can't go against them.
However….what they don't know can't hurt them, right? Anyway, dancing with Isabelle now reminded me of how much I adored her. She was so gentle, so delicate in her movements.
Her hand was soft in mine, the other perched on my shoulder whilst I held her waist. We seemed to be growing closer to each other, as if we were magnets (I've noticed this happening a lot lately..). With one swift movement, we could be kissing…
The music died down and we were left inches apart on the dance floor. Isabelle blushed furiously and ran to thank the musicians for a lovely time as she always did, shaking every hand that was outstretched to her. She crossed back to me and, without meeting my gaze, pulled me out of the cafe.
-ISABELLE'S POV-
I was still flushed from how close our lips had been. I would've gotten carried away if the music hadn't cut off. I knew Papa George would probably be awake by now and wonder where we were, so I distracted myself from Hugo's hypnotizing eyes by tugging him along to the toy store, where I knew the presence of Papa George would keep us from even touching.
We entered the store from behind, and I greeted Papa, who was fixing a few things up. Hugo immediately took his spot behind the desk, relieving Papa George of his perch. The afternoon train would be coming in soon, which meant possible business.
I kept my eyes off of Hugo, afraid that Papa would suspect something, which he usually did. He crossed to me and smiled warmly. "I see you found him, then. I've just received a message from Jeanne that said that we've been invited to a show tonight, but only two seats were reserved and it's too late to change."
He tsked and looked at her apologetically. "So you will have to stay with someone, maybe Lisette or.."
My breath caught in my throat as images from the last time I had to stay somewhere overnight flashed through my mind in milliseconds.
"I, I could stay with Hugo again, I'm sure the Station Inspector wouldn't mind at all."
I could see Hugo's head turn slightly at the sound of his name, a trace of a smile on his lips as he caught my eye. I bit my lip subtly and watched as Papa George thought this over.
"Yes, I suppose so, everything was fine last time you did.."
Isabelle nodded furiously, touching his arm lightly. "And everything will be fine this time. Do you want to speak to the Inspector?"
Papa George pursed his lips, then met Isabelle's puppy dog gaze. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, I'll let you explain to him. You're better with words, dear."
Isabelle giggled, shrugging. Papa George kissed her head and turned back to Hugo. "Don't get into any trouble tonight, you two. I won't regret this, right?"
Hugo and Isabelle answered in unison, "Of course not."