~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside Professor's office
"You made it." Bobby says joyously, pretending to be shocked.
"Yeah, no big. I told him about MJ and my powers, and gave him the very abridged versioin of my life." she says as she once again shoulders her backpack and they start walking the grounds.
"Trust me, with Professor X, he'll eventually know everyhting about you." Bobby laughs, and Tru blanches. ~Everything? About me throwing up,. And cutting, and dancing?! Oh, god...~ He laughs at her reaction, not knowing the depth of it. "Don't worry, he's pretty cool. Well, for an old guy."
"Hey, you want to show me where I can stash my stuff?" Tru asks, wanting desperately to dance.
"Oh, yeah, this way." he says, and they continue to walk through the halls. "So, what do you do in your spare time? Not that you probably have much; MJ seems like an energetic kid."
"Yeah, she's a hellion, all right." she laughs. "Hmmm...well, I love to write, and read, and...you can't tell anyone, all right?" she pauses, waiting for him to nod while chewing on her lip nervously. He nods, and she continues, "I love dancing. It's my favorite thing in the world." she gushes, grinning without really meaning to.
"Can I see?" Bobby ventures, happy to see her so excited about something.
"No!" she cries, then blushes. "I just mean that...well, I'm not too good. It's just something I do."
"I see." he says, a little dissapointed.
"Are you mad at me?" Tru asks sullenly, earning from Bobby a "No! Of course not!!" She sighs, relieved. "Good. I mean, if I were any good, I'd show you. But it's just be a waste of your time, and a humiliation of me." she tells him. ~I'm not good at anything.~
"Here we are." Bobby says as they arrive at a room with one bed that already has most of Tru's bags on it.
"Thanks again, Bobby." Tru tells him, her gratefulness shining in that 1,000 watt smile. "You've really made me feel welcome here."
"No problem." he says, not really wanting to go but knowing that she probably needs some sleep, unlike him. ~On to the midnight snacks!~
"Night!" she calls. ~If only he didn't need to go to sleep~ she muses, walking into the room. Deciding to unpack later, she grabs a mini knapsack from a duffel bag and steps into the deserted hallways, on a quest. She looks into the classrooms, trying to find one that's completely bare.
She passes the kitchen, completely unaware that as she slips into an empty room, she's being watched. A boy walks to the door slowly, looking through the slightly open door to where Tru stretches on the ground, her head meeting her knee on the ground. She sits up, tying on a pair of old, beat-up ballet slippers on her feet.
She rises up gracefully, raising her arms up in a semicircle above her head, rising onto her toes in perfect pointe form. She stops, lookng around for a music setup of some sort, happy to find an ancient, forgotten boom box. She lifts her hand and a light purple stream of light shoots out, gathering into a ball in one corner of the room to light it softly.
Her legs kick up, and she twirls around the room, dancing like there's no tomorrow. She rests on one toe, stretching her other leg as far behind her as possible, then turns into an array of pirouettes, landing in the middle of the room with a leap that most would envy.
Bobby watches her from the door, not at all sad he missed a midnight snack to see where she was going. And frankly, not quite sure why she wants to hide this gift from everyone. ~She's incredible.~ he thinks as she kicks and leaps her way around the room, once doing an entire lap in just spinning. She does a pirouette, and keeps on spinning, her hair flying wildly as she spins, and a grin so wide plastered on her face that it threatens to crack it in half. Then she lands, one foot slightly behind her and an arm in the air. She walks to the window to do some pleas, not even breathing heavily.
"That was incredible." he blurts out as Tru walks across the room. She freezes. ~Shit! I shouldn't have said anything.~ he groans mentally.
~Shit! I know I should have waited until at least 3~ she mentally kicks herself. She turns around, fidgeting with the sleeves of her shirt. "Uh, how much of that did you see?" she whispers, shaken by the idea of someone seeing her dance.
Bobby walks closer to her, smiling a bit at her unneeded self-speculation. "The whole thing," he tells her, and she groans and lowers her eyes to the floor. He puts a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You were incredible, Tru. Why wouldn't you want anyone to know?" he asks her as she slips off her pointe shoes and slides into her slippers.
"I don't like people watching me. I just...don't like it." she says, sitting on the window-seat. ~Don't deserve it's more like it.~
"I'm sorry if I upset you. I just didn't know if you were lost or something." he explains sincerely, not wanting her to be mad at him.
"Damn, and here I was thinking I had my very own stalker!" Tru smirks, and he laughs, grateful for once, to have a girl with a sense of humor at the school. She shakes her head. "Naw, I just don't sleep much because Mary Jane can feel when I have nightmares." she says, yawning.
"Why don't we get some coffee and sugar?" Bobby asks. Tru nods, practically drooling. They walk out into the sleepy hallways, instep with each other and both unsure of how to act around each other, still feeling the other out.
The moonlight shines through the windows, casting shadows into the once again empty room as the couple leaves, the room lonely once again. But for once, Tru isn't.
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A/N: what'd y'all think? Did it suck? Rocked your world? Need Tums to stomach it? Tell me, whatever it may be, and I'll be grateful!!!
DISCLAIMER: no one's mine except for Tru and Mary Jane.
Luv ya!
Molly Jeane :D
