A/n: I'm back, aren't you ever so glad?
Rhetorical question, by the way.
So, here's another miserably short chapter. The writing style is a little different this time around, with dialogue and stuff. It really is progressing very slowly, isn't it? Sorry about that (to those who care).
"Anzuuuuu," she whines, grabbing my arm in an attempt to drag me from my seat.
"Dance with me, Anzu!"
My eyes snap suddenly from the fair hand on my shoulder to her own, sparkling eyes.
"Shizuka..."
"You haven't even left that stool all night! You are so dancing before we leave."
We're at the same club as yesterday. Once again, I've decided to pass the time watching her from a distance.
"No, Shizuka I-"
"Anzu!" she exclaims playfully at my protests. The smile suddenly fades from her lips. "Anzu," she repeats, "...what is it?"
"Shizuka," I can hardly say it, "I can't... dance anymore."
She's taken the seat next to me, her comforting hand still on my arm. I'm too ashamed to look directly at her, but know from her silence that she means for me to continue.
"You may have noticed that I don't do a lot of walking nowadays," I assemble all my strength to say this without shaking, and manage to chuckle slightly, "And maybe even that my taste in clothes has altered a bit."
I'm wearing a simple but nice white tank-top with dressy blue jeans reaching just past my heels.
"I ..let me show you something, Shizuka."
I hesitantly look around before slowly rolling up the denim material on my left leg. Her eyes widen as they fall upon the leg brace, and I quickly cover it again.
"Anzu..." she turns to me, giving her gentlest look, "how?"
"I fell from a balance beam. First time I ever lost my footing..."
I put down my drink and will myself to look at the gorgeous creature beside me.
"But, Shizuka... I'm so sorry I only told you this now. We're friends, I should be more open than that. You don't deserve-"
I am cut off by the girl's sudden choice to fling her arms around me in a loving hug. I freeze, unprepared for the contact. Her skin is very soft, and I never want it to separate from mine. I somehow manage to return the gesture without giving in to temptation.
"You told me when you were ready," Shizuka said, pulling gently away but keeping my hands clasped in hers, "about something that you had absolutely no control over. Oh Anzu, your dream of dancing..."
"Just dreams," I mumbled, "Foolish, whimsical fantasies."
Like holding you close and calling you mine...
"Always remember, Anzu, that there's so much out there waiting for you. Sometimes you discover things about yourself that you don't expect. Things you really want, and really love. They say love finds a way," she smiles slightly at me, "this is true also of career interests."
"Oh really?" I ask, amused.
"If you love what you do," she replies seriously.
Love finds a way. Hm.
"Hey, why don't you come to my appartment for a bit? Something tells me there's more we need to catch up on then I thought, and it might be nice to get away to somewhere private."
"Uh..."
Appartment room. Shizuka.
I don't think so.
"I don't know, Shizuka..."
"Come on, Anzu," she urges me, collecting her bag and standing, "You can stay the night if we get tired."
I shouldn't, I really shouldn't, but... when she looks at me like that... I can't say no.
I manage to crack her a small smile.
"Okay, Shizuka, but not for too long. We've both got plenty to do tomorrow."
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
A/n: Hah. I smell trooouuuble. Poor Anzu. Or maybe lucky?
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