~DECLAN'S POV~
It was Saturday afternoon, and I had gone over to Alina's house to work on homework with her. It somehow seemed that she always got distracted with other things, and ended up just skipping homework all together. I was not going to let her go to summer school .No way was she going. I had plans for the summer, and they included her. I knocked on the door, and Kai answered; he looked very angry. "Your f****ng princess is upstairs in her room."
"Well hello to you too sunshine." Damn, why was he so mad? He shoved past me and walked to Alina's car, getting in and driving away so fast that it left skid marks on the driveway.
I walked up the steps and opened the door to her room. It was….clean. And there was a pair of steps jutting out from the ceiling in the back corner of the room. When had those gotten there? Alina was nowhere to be found, but then I heard thumping on the floor from the up the steps. And there was faint piano music playing. I called her name, waited a few seconds- no answer. I did this for a minute or two, getting louder and louder each time, but she still didn't answer. I decided that she must be preoccupied with whatever it was that she was doing, and walked up the steps. When I got to the top, the sight before my eyes was something beautiful, and unexpected. Alina, m sweet Alina, was moving across the floor is movements so fluid that it was like liquid gold. I tried to be as quiet as possible when sitting on the floor at the top of the steps. The room was very large, as there was a violin and cello in the other corner of the room. The floor was all of light wood, and the walls were grey stone, a mirror and ballet bar taking up an entire wall. There was a large window seat on one wall, and a door -leading to a bathroom probably- on the other side. This room was so different that her usual setting. Her bedroom was nothing less than a hipster-meets-artist room. The walls were covered in sunset orange paint, and the windows had beads as curtains. The only thing that wasn't vintage or dated were the stereo, Japanese posters, and Chinese lanterns hanging all over the place. She almost always had some sort of sweet-smelling inscence burning. I could spend all of my time in that room, all summer and all fall and winter. My room was completely different; everything was white, and the only things that showed I had any originality in me at all were confined to one corner of my room. Alina was a free spirit, and she was so tiny and vulnerable. I loved that about her.
The music stopped playing, but she didn't stop until almost 45 minutes later when she tripped and fell. She spotted me almost immediately, looking very surprised and embarrassed. "Declan! Uhmm….hi…how long have you been here? I mean, it's not that I'm not happy to see you or anything, but I just uhmm-" I went over and silenced her with a kiss. She fell right into me, sighing. I giggled. Alina might be the most fragile human being on earth, but she could defiantly have her wild moments. We went to one house party- that resulted in her getting drunk and climbing on top of a table. NEVER AGAIN.
We have been together sense September 25th. It was now December 17th. We never went far- I didn't want to break her or anything. I was so afraid to hurt her. I couldn't say for sure if I was in love with her, but I did love her. There was so much we were different in. Yet we were so close, I was starting to wonder if we would ever need to get surgery to be taken apart for more than a few hours.
~ALINA'S POV~
December 17th. I set up the studio again December 1st. The routine was starting again. I wrote down everything I ate- if I ate. I wrote down what left my body- EVERY time it left my body. Forced or not. I was starting to get a little tired, but I knew I would pull through. I had to. The other girls at school were always giving me dirty looks, and the guys were always making snide comments. I could never hear them though. Did they think I was fat? Declan was starting to notice, too. When I didn't eat, when I slept too much. How I always seemed to be at the ballet studio, dancing and dancing and dancing. Dancing so much, that I thought I would never stop spinning. I wore baggy clothes; mine didn't fit like they used to, and sense it was winter in Canada, I was getting VERY cold. I know, so cliché right? I didn't care anymore. I guess you can never recover. It stays with you from birth, and never leaves you.
