The Summer Warmth

Forty-Seven

A Spec Before the Thundstorm.

Chapter 47

It's been two weeks since we all have come back from Rome and since then everything is going nearly perfect. I and Jade meet every day and sometimes we skip the charity house and go for a long drive. Joey helps us sneaking out by telling us whenever uncle Elijah is in the meeting. Ivy and Ishaan have been sneaking in and out of the house even though everybody knows about their relationship now, they say it's still weird to date and been so in likeness in front of me and I couldn't agree more. Aiden and Ethan have gone back to New York for some work in their father's company and they'll come back tomorrow.

Lucas and Charlott have a relationship of sweet and salt, and it's the best way I can explain it for now. Sometimes they fight like they are in a war or sometimes they are so attached to each other's hip like it's the end of the world. Though they both are similar to each other in every aspect so they always find their way back.

Now here I am in the auditorium thinking about the Cluster. It's a competition that happens every year and each one of the major businessmen from the country sponsors it. This year Mr. Augustine is sponsoring it and it is happening in The Charity House. It is a mix of all activities like Singing, Instrumental, Dance and a lot of others. With grace, I have been winning the dance competition for the past two years and I wish to do the same this year too. I still don't know the participants of my category so I'll just have to wait till tomorrow to find out.

It's nine in the night right now and I thought of practicing my moves due to my absence for most of last week. I am wearing a peach robe with the frill which comes down to my knee and is crossed by the stomach. I am wearing my black shorts as the dress is see-through and is bonded with the two strings that cross behind my back. I know there is nobody in the Charity house right now so I can dance freely without any insecurity. Jade has gone out for some work and he won't be back till an hour so it's just me and the guards outside the house. I get up and connect my phone with the aux playing Hard For Me by Michele Morrone and take my stance.

You keep telling me I am free to go, but I am addicted to you.

I bring my hands out to fly and then close my body in a curl with falling on the floor and rolling down. I lie in a stow position and then arch my back with my legs and the bag of my skull lifting myself with my hands still wrapped around my body. I bring my face down to my right side and close my eyes. Using the rope, I imagine I lift my hand and put the pressure on my feet to raise my body still in the same head position.

Every minute that we spent together, doesn't matter for you. It's a lie, It's a lie. You're a liar

I shift my head from the side and look up to the ceiling with my eyes closed, wondering it with the night sky, the wind exploring all the sides of the world and bringing it back to me. The end of my peach dress flowing on the ends bringing me to peace and calmness.