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Chapter Thirty Three

POV Johnny

In Love

I walk down one of the wooded pathways at Kellerman's. It was a hobby of mine. A way to pass the time when I wasn't dancing. I hadn't talked to Baby since that day in the rain, when she'd come over to play 'Charades'. I'd seen her around at the dancing in the evening, but I hadn't been able to dance with her, much less talk with her.

I round a tree, only to walk straight into a person, more specifically Baby. She wore her usual white Keds, and blue jean shorts. Baby had on a white button down shirt, that was knotted just below her breasts, exposing her midriff. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra under that shirt, but I was dying to find out. "Hey," I laugh. Baby wasn't the type to get distracted easily. Something that to have really thrown her for a loop to run into me like that. "Are you okay? You don't normally run into people unless something is bothering you,"

Baby shook her head, and answered in a distracted tone. "No, I'm fine. It's just... Lisa's being Lisa,"

Uh oh. Baby's Sister was a prick. Robbie was fooling her into believing him so good guy, and from what I could gather, she wasn't that nice to Baby, either. "What did she do now?"

Baby sighed. "Well, now, she's decided that she's going to sleep with Robbie." I roll my eyes. How on Earth did Robbie fool people like that? Was Lisa that easy? In an annoyed tone, Baby explained her predicament further. "And when I tried to talk her out of it..."

"She bit your head off,"

"Exactly," Baby sighed. It was clear, she wasn't happy with her sister right now. Dryly, I wonder if she ever had been. "But then, she's not going to listen to me, is she? Because what do I know about it?"

I give a bittersweet smile. Baby knew a whole lot more than Lisa thought she did. More than Lisa knew, that was for sure. It would do Lisa good to take Baby's advice before Robbie really hurt her. She sighed yet again. "I'm sorry, I couldn't make it last night. She wouldn't fall asleep," Baby said, referring to her sister.

"That's okay," I answer. Baby didn't need to feel sorry. It was a small misunderstanding, and I didn't want her to worry about something that hadn't been her fault. "It's not your fault. Besides, we already met earlier that day," I say. Baby giggled at my reference to our activities. It is a sweet sound, but so incompletely her, and it makes me smile nonetheless.

I look around all over. It wasn't safe for us to be out in the open like this. Anyone could see us, recognize me. They could report me, and I would lose my job. In a moment of daring, I gather my courage, and steal a kiss. She responded to my actions, pressing closer to me. I pull away, and take her hand in mine. "Come on," I tell her. I wanted to go somewhere where we didn't have to worry about being spotted. Somewhere we could be alone. The dance studio would do fine. We hadn't danced, really danced, in what felt like forever.

"Where are we going?" She laughed.

I smirk at Baby. "Well, you're my girl, so I figured I'd take you dancing,"

"Good thing you happen to be a Dance Instructor," Baby rolled her eyes.

Sparingly, I turn around and kiss Baby again. It is quick, and stolen, and leaves both parties wanting more. "Come on," I tell her, excitement filling me.

There was no question about it any more.

I was in love with Baby Houseman.