Chapter 49. The next chapter is 50. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut……….. (Hold on, lemme check my permanent story) It's nothing really exciting, so I may just throw something random in there to be the glorious chapter 50.
I walked over to the beach to relax, but Vince was there and ruined it quickly.
"Hey, what're you doing?" I asked as he walked up to me.
"I was fishing." "I've never been fishing before." I commented.
"Really?! It's loads of fun!" "Well, I've got time, so lemme try!"
"Okay, but you have to touch these worms first."
"GROSS!" I shouted.
"Come on, you gotta, or no fishing."
"Fine." I touched one with the tip of my pinky. "There."
Michael ran up to Vince suddenly. "Hey, Vince! Dad's taking us fishing out on the lake, hurry up!"
"Okay, see ya Sabrina!" Vince ran off before I got to even hold the pole.
I decided to go to Tango Garden then. It was a nice time consuming walk, and I could spend hours looking at flowers.
When I arrived, Liam was there. "Hey Princess!"
"Oh, hey!" "I was taking a walk, wanna join me?"
"Only if you tell me what that flower is!" I pointed to one cute and oddly shaped flower.
"It's a panda chew."
"Wow, you didn't even need to think about it."
"Well, I love flowers."
I bent over to smell it, when a bee suddenly stung my finger.
"Ow, ow, ow, oww!" I shouted.
"Here, I'll be right back." he walked down a path, bent over, and picked a weed from the ground.
"How is that going to help?"
"This is an anesthetic, so it'll help heal it."
"Thanks."
He wrapped it around my finger, but it kept slipping off. "Shoot, it's not staying." He took my finger, and licked the end.
I quickly pulled it away. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Mekking ith spick." (Making it stick) he said with his tongue stuck out.
"Gross!" I shouted, and I ran back to dance hall.
Surprisingly it wasn't closed off. I went inside, and Luciano was waiting for me.
"You're late."
"S-sorry." I mumbled, I wasn't planning on telling him why I was late.
"Today we're going to begin the tango."
"Did you wash your hands?" I teased.
"Why don't you give them a sniff, and tell me?"
"Eww! You're so gross!"
We joked around for a bit, then buckled down and practiced the tango.
Afterwards Luciano seemed pretty winded.
"Hey, why don't we calm down at Rumba Beach?" I suggested.
"Sounds good to me." We walked to Rumba Beach, chatting aimlessly.
When we arrived, the sun was setting. It was quite romantic, and we watched the sunset together.
"How do you think practice has been going recently?" he asked finally, not having much to say.
"Great!"
He laughed. "I'm glad you think so, because I think you're doing pretty bad."
"Shut up!" I punched his arm playfully.
"Dancing is pretty fun."
"Yeah, it's fun for me too. It's a little difficult at times, but…"
"That's just because you're an amateur."
"It's partially your fault too!" "How could it be my fault?! You're the one who's bad at dancing!" "Am not! You're too hard on me!"
Out of no where, we both started laughing.
"I bet there are a lot of good dancers over the ocean, maybe even some better than me." Luciano gazed at the ocean.
"Better that you? That's impossible!"
"Well, I'm going to leave now. Thanks for coming with me." He said sadly, and just up and left.
