Trust Your Heart and Follow it's Guide: Part 2
Without a second thought, I got dressed and went out. I wore a navy blue tank top with a pair of navy blue capris. I thought that pink didn't exactly match the night. I wore my black dance shoes and was out the door.
I climbed in through my homeroom teacher's window and began walking towards the auditorium. Then I decided that they might not have enough room for me. So I began to head towards the gym.
Our gym is separated into two sections by a white wall like material. You can fold it in when you need a bigger field. But since soccer season is over, the room's divided in half again.
When I got there, I stretched out first. Then I began doing some fast dancing moves. I thought I heard something, but I ignored it because I thought that it was just my heart pounding. For once, I was having a good time. Just me and my dancing moves.
I finished as I bowed to an invisible audience. Then I imagined clapping. It seemed so real. I opened my eyes expecting to see the same emptiness and loneliness as the lobby. But this time, it was for real! Matt was leaning against the divider, clapping for me!
I was happy for a minute. Then I was puzzled. This was going to make it even harder to forgive him. I forced a smile and tried to act cool like I do around other people. But Matt wasn't just other people. He was the boy of my dreams. I guess I succeeded in acting cool because he smiled back. Inside I was completely lost. I didn't know what to do.
We stood staring at each other for quite a while. Then I decided to break the silence. "What are you doing here so late at night?" I asked as I took a step towards him.
He threw me the basketball he had in his hand and I caught it. "Playing ball. I guess you're still really into dancing. But why do it here? I mean, you have a huge lobby and a ballroom at your house."
"I have no idea. My heart brought me here." I replied. For some reason, I was more relaxed now. Was it because it's the first time that I've been near Matt over the week? I don't know. I just feel so comfortable.
"Okay. So you risked getting caught just because your heart brought you here." he said. Then, he shot the basketball right into the basket. He'd always been good at that.
"Yup. If you think it's such a whacked idea, then why are you here? I know that you have a basketball court in your backyard." I shot back at him.
"My heart brought me here." he replied casually. Then he beamed at me and I couldn't help but beam back. We sat down on the bleachers and began to talk about all kinds of things. We laughed, we had fun, it was just like the old times. But I knew that he didn't think so.
At about three in the morning, we realized how late it was and decided to go home soon. Then suddenly, he stood up and took my hand. Then before I knew it, we were dancing! Just like we used to. He was definitely as sweet. But then I reminded myself that we were just friends. I really didn't want to bring my hopes up.
When we stopped, I was staring into his midnight blue eyes. The sparks in them looked like stars on the dark background. I could tell that he was staring into my eyes also. Then he pulled away. I completely forgot that we broke up. I guess he still remembered it clearly........
Without a second thought, I got dressed and went out. I wore a navy blue tank top with a pair of navy blue capris. I thought that pink didn't exactly match the night. I wore my black dance shoes and was out the door.
I climbed in through my homeroom teacher's window and began walking towards the auditorium. Then I decided that they might not have enough room for me. So I began to head towards the gym.
Our gym is separated into two sections by a white wall like material. You can fold it in when you need a bigger field. But since soccer season is over, the room's divided in half again.
When I got there, I stretched out first. Then I began doing some fast dancing moves. I thought I heard something, but I ignored it because I thought that it was just my heart pounding. For once, I was having a good time. Just me and my dancing moves.
I finished as I bowed to an invisible audience. Then I imagined clapping. It seemed so real. I opened my eyes expecting to see the same emptiness and loneliness as the lobby. But this time, it was for real! Matt was leaning against the divider, clapping for me!
I was happy for a minute. Then I was puzzled. This was going to make it even harder to forgive him. I forced a smile and tried to act cool like I do around other people. But Matt wasn't just other people. He was the boy of my dreams. I guess I succeeded in acting cool because he smiled back. Inside I was completely lost. I didn't know what to do.
We stood staring at each other for quite a while. Then I decided to break the silence. "What are you doing here so late at night?" I asked as I took a step towards him.
He threw me the basketball he had in his hand and I caught it. "Playing ball. I guess you're still really into dancing. But why do it here? I mean, you have a huge lobby and a ballroom at your house."
"I have no idea. My heart brought me here." I replied. For some reason, I was more relaxed now. Was it because it's the first time that I've been near Matt over the week? I don't know. I just feel so comfortable.
"Okay. So you risked getting caught just because your heart brought you here." he said. Then, he shot the basketball right into the basket. He'd always been good at that.
"Yup. If you think it's such a whacked idea, then why are you here? I know that you have a basketball court in your backyard." I shot back at him.
"My heart brought me here." he replied casually. Then he beamed at me and I couldn't help but beam back. We sat down on the bleachers and began to talk about all kinds of things. We laughed, we had fun, it was just like the old times. But I knew that he didn't think so.
At about three in the morning, we realized how late it was and decided to go home soon. Then suddenly, he stood up and took my hand. Then before I knew it, we were dancing! Just like we used to. He was definitely as sweet. But then I reminded myself that we were just friends. I really didn't want to bring my hopes up.
When we stopped, I was staring into his midnight blue eyes. The sparks in them looked like stars on the dark background. I could tell that he was staring into my eyes also. Then he pulled away. I completely forgot that we broke up. I guess he still remembered it clearly........