To Nikikris: I reply to your reviews. Check your inbox so we can have a conversation! Just saying...
To the anonymous who said: "Great read and cute couple. How tall is glitch compared to aubrey in the story btw"
Thanks! In this story, Glitch is about an inch taller than Aubrey. By the end of the school year, however, he is half a head taller than her. It just wasn't mentioned. Could you imagine a tall Glitch? Weird, right?
To TsundaBear who said: "I like how everyone's portrayed. good story!"
Thank you so much! I had a hard time trying to portray Angel and Glitch. I'm still having a hard time with Glitch, even though I'm writing in his point of view. Aubrey is super fun to do, since I sometimes feel like a rich girl myself.
"And now most of the time we'd have too much to drink."
It was my sophomore year. Since Aubrey graduated from Sherwood, I was stuck partner-less and girlfriend-less. I was stuck learning about ballet without her voice to cheer me on. I was signed up for curricular activities that she suggested for me that I didn't even want to join in the first place.
Ballet class became shorter. From eight in the morning 'til nine, I had drama class. From nine 'til ten I had Trigonometry. Ballet was only from ten 'til noon.
After lunch break I had two non-dance classes like last year. I had chemistry and history. After those classes I had contemporary, standard ballroom, and Latin ballroom.
What was different was my class after Latin; jazz. Jazz class was about an hour-and-a-half long. That was probably my favourite subject. Favourite after ballet, I mean.
Gosh, I missed Aubrey so much back in sophomore year. I was really miserable because I never got to see her that year. I only got to speak with her through the phone.
My junior high year was better for me. In fact, I think that was the best year. Aubrey was back as a coach for the high school ballet group-slash-troupe.
Our school signed up for an interschool contest for ballet. I was part of the group (of course). The theme for sectionals was fairy tales. Aubrey wanted to do The Little Mermaid because—as she claims—it was "different".
"We are not going to do those 'pirouettes with a slipper' or 'dances that end with a kiss'," she said in the beginning of our first meeting. "In this story, the two main characters do not get married. They do not kiss. They do not live happily ever after. There is no romance. That is why we must do this story."
She explained to the crew people what she wanted for props and how she wanted the backdrops to transition from one to another.
She picked a majority of the dancers. The Little Mermaid was the first, then the sea witch, and the father of the Little Mermaid. They were all top students from their respective classes.
There were only two main characters she still needed to pick dancers for—the prince whom the mermaid falls for, and the prince's betrothed-slash-fiancée.
"Glitch will be the prince," she said while smiling at me.
In my head I was like: 'Whoa, what? Me? Aubrey, what are you doing? I can't do this. I'm not even the top student in my class!
On the outside I was like: "Sure thing, Miss Masters."
Guess who picked as the betrothed? She picked herself.
"The contest's rules say that coaches are allowed to appear in their respective group's performances—to coach to the dancers silently, I assume—just as long as our parts are not major or important to the story," she told the whole group. "Since the betrothed only appears a few times, she is who I will be."
[Just so there's no confusion, we didn't use the Disney version of the story. We used the original.
Like the Disney version, I was saved by the Little Mermaid (who we shall call Ariel) but, since I was unconscious, I didn't know that. When I woke up, I assumed I was saved by a maiden who found me where I was washed up in.
I was brought back to my kingdom where I spotted Ariel on the shore. I save her and I—how do I put this in a modern way?—took her out on dates.
Soon I found out I was engaged to someone I didn't know I ball was held in commemoration of our engagement. I was angered by the news and told Ariel that I would much rather marry her than my betrothed.
It turned out my betrothed was Aubrey who happened to be the maiden who I thought had saved me.
Our wedding took place in a boat and Ariel…jumped in the ocean and turned to sea foam.
Sucks for her, right?]
Our rehearsals were tough. When someone made a mistake Aubrey would yell out something like "That's not how we choreographed it!" or "Do it right or the judges will notice your mistake and make you a laughing stock for the rest of your short life."
In our last rehearsal before sectionals was the hardest of all. It felt as if my life was on the line with this last rehearsal. Every step I made felt fragile, every move felt like I was trying not to get hit by lasers.
In the end of rehearsals Aubrey and I had a routine. Since it was our 'wedding' we had to kiss at the end. We make the kiss look real and seem real. Yeah, we made the kiss real. It made it more romantic. We rehearsed with a real kiss because if we didn't rehearse with a real kiss, the performance wouldn't be as spectacular.
['Spectacular' was the word Aubrey used to describe it.]
The cast members didn't know what was going on between us. I don't think any of them were suspicious. They probably just assumed that my kiss with Aubrey was real because stage kissing was hard.
I know that Aubrey wanted to kiss me for real because we're official. That's pretty obvious, right?
The day of sectionals was hectic. I mean, really hectic. There was so much to do, so much pressure on the dancers, and so much shit from the judges.
Costume changes, backdrop changes, prop changes, even wig changes all took their place backstage. Everyone was running around yelling "Where's my costume?" and "Mermaid, it's your cue!"
Luckily, our performance went better than any of our rehearsals. We even placed first! We had dinner at Nando's to celebrate.
Late that night I stayed over at Aubrey's place to celebrate our success.
Since Aubrey was in her twenties (I think she was only twenty) at that time she drank a lot of champagne. Even though I wasn't of legal age, she let me drink a glass or two
"Here's to an amazing show!" she said as she raised her glass.
I made my glass collide with hers to make a toast. "Oh yeah!"
It wasn't long 'til Aubrey and I got tipsy. Her tipsiness was worse than mine.
"I love you, Glitch," she would say repetitively.
Before I knew it, she was kissing me. She unbuttoned her blouse and I did the same with my shirt. Our lips stayed intact until we released for air.
"You're so sexy without your shirt," she whispered and kissed me again.
What happened was kind of a blur. All I remember is that we went all the way. Again.
As Regionals passed Aubrey wasn't feeling so well. She was vomiting and eating the strangest of foods like Nutella-covered pickles, rose petal tarts, and bananas with cheese.
Right before Nationals, she told me what was wrong.
"I'm pregnant, and you're the father."
There was only one thing that came to mind that day.
Holy shit.