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Kirby glided easily across the surface of the ice rink, weaving seamlessly between the other skaters. Looking up, she noticed Corey waving to her from the corner of the rink. Skating over to him, she skidded to a stop beside him, laughing when ice sprayed on the hem of his jeans.
"Hey! What was that for?" Corey laughed, attempting to shake some of the ice off.
"Felt like it," Kirby shrugged. Corey grinned, grabbing her hand and beckoning for her to come with him. Together, they skated towards a rink exit, and stepped into the empty corridor that ran alongside the rink towards the cafe. Corey pulled Kirby to sit beside him on one of the benches that sat along the wall, holding on of her freezing cold hands in his.
"I'm going to tell you something...don't freak out," he said softly. Kirby nodded slightly, detecting anxiety in his voice.
"Go on," she said quietly. Corey took a breath, laughing nervously as he shivered slightly in the cool air.
"I...I really like you, Kirby," he admitted, looking straight into Kirby's dark brown eyes. Kirby blushed, a little smile spreading across her face.
"I like you too," she replied, her voice just above a whisper. Corey smiled, taking her other hand in his.
"Well...would you like to go out with me?" he asked gently. Kirby bit her lip, nodding as a smile broke onto her face. She shivered in the cold, prompting Corey to put his arm around her as they stood up.
"Let's go the cafe and get something to eat, yeah? It's warmer in there," he suggested. Kirby nodded, liking the feel of his arm around her shoulders as they carefully slipped their skates off and walked to the cafe.
Once a week, on Friday nights, Olivia was scheduled for a 45 minute private session with her ballet teacher. She preferred these to her normal classes, as she got a lot more feedback and advice.
"Hold your turn out...lower your leg with control...very good," Miss Tyler praised as Olivia completed the exercise. "Nicely done. Your arabesque has improved. I can see you've been practising. Now we're going to work on your développé to second"
Olivia nodded, moving to the barre and lightly placing her hand on top. Starting in first position, she lifted her right leg to a retire pose, before lifting her knee and unfolding her leg into the air.
"Ok, hold it right there. Turn it out a little more...good," Miss Tyler said, gently turning Olivia's foot slightly to the correct position. "Rotate your hip to get more height...and lower it with control, keeping your foot pointed"
As Olivia was putting her shoes back in her bag, Miss Tyler approached her. "Olivia, the performance that we're putting on in two months, there's going to be talent scouts there"
Olivia stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Scouts for what?"
"Various dance schools all over the country, even a few from around the world, Germany, England, places like that," Miss Tyler replied. Olivia's eyes lit up. "Some of them have seen some of your previous performances. Every six months, we send tapes of all our students to many different dance schools. More than one of the schools have already expressed interest in you"
"Really?" Olivia asked, dumbfounded. Miss Tyler smiled, nodding.
"If you do as well in the performance as you've been doing lately, you may have a very good chance of being offered a position in a dance academy. You have exceptional talent and drive, Olivia. You're the type of student every teacher wants," she praised. Olivia smiled.
"Thank you, Miss," she replied. "I'll do my best"
"I know you will," Miss Tyler smiled, watching as Olivia turned and left the studio.
Kirby practically skipped through the door ahead of Olivia, who had picked her up from ice skating, and ran up the stairs to find her mom. Running to the master bedroom, she stopped in the doorway.
"Hey. How was ice skating?" JJ asked as she came out of the bathroom with wet tangled hair.
Kirby opened her mouth to speak, but then frowned, pointing to the bathroom. "Was Dad in there with you?"
"Do you need to know?" JJ laughed. Kirby looked like she was going to say yes, but then closed her mouth and shook her head.
"Never mind, I'll preserve my innocence for as long as humanely possible," she sighed. JJ laughed as she sat down on the end of the bed. "I came up here to tell you something really exciting"
"And what would that be?" JJ asked, watching Kirby as she sat down beside her.
"Corey asked me out," Kirby said shyly, a smile spreading across her face. JJ's eyes lit up as she smiled.
"Really? What did you say?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Kirby giggled. JJ smiled, putting her arm around her youngest daughter.
"My little girl's growing up," she teased.
"Moooom," Kirby whined, making JJ laugh as they stood up and exited the room.
JJ sifted through the cupboard in Olivia's bathroom, looking for the strong painkillers that Olivia used for dance injuries. Shoving aside two packets of paracetamol, she reached into the back of the cupboard, her hand closing around a box that felt like the painkillers she was after. Pulling it out of the cupboard, the only thought that immediately ran through her mind was that the painkillers could wait.
Walking back into the bedroom, JJ sat on the edge of Olivia's bed. She could hear Olivia and her boyfriend, Zac, in the entry hall. They'd been together for nearly eighteen months, and so far, JJ and Spencer really liked him. He was polite, smart, handsome, and nothing but sweet to Olivia.
"I had fun tonight," Olivia said, stretching up and wrapping her arms around his neck as she pecked his lips. Zac placed his hands on her waist, gently kissing her back.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said quietly. Olivia nodded, letting go and waving as he left. She blew him a kiss from the front door, before closing the door and walking towards her bedroom. Looking up as she entered the room, she stopped in her tracks when she noticed her mother sitting on her bed.
With a box of condoms in her hand.
"Oh...," Olivia said softly, biting her lip. Reaching behind her, she closed the door. JJ raised her eyebrows, turning the box over in her hands.
"I'm not sure if I should be glad that they're not opened, or concerned that there's obviously a reason as to why you have them," she said quietly. Olivia took a deep breath, dropping her bag onto her desk.
"I swear I haven't done anything. They're...just in case," she said sincerely. "Don't be mad"
"Olivia, I'm not mad, I just wish you could've asked me about something like this," JJ sighed.
"I'm old enough to make decisions like this myself, Mom. It's just sex-"
JJ reached out, grabbing Olivia's hands. "Liv, it's not just sex. It's the most intimate thing two people can do...and after what happened to you when you were little, I don't want you to just give yourself over to anyone," she said gently. Olivia nodded, biting her lip.
"I know...that wasn't meant to sound that way," she replied softly. "Just because I have them, it doesn't mean I'm doing anything. I just wanted to be prepared in case anything happened, but I don't think I'm ready for that yet," she explained. JJ looked at her in silence for a moment, before taking a breath and nodding.
"Alright...I know I can't stop you from doing anything...but I don't want you to get hurt. You've had enough of that to last you a lifetime," she admitted softly. Olivia nodded.
"I know. I'll be careful," she promised. JJ smiled, pulling her eldest into a tight hug.
How she wished that her kids could've stayed little forever.