Charlie's pov
When he said "let's get to know each other better" he really meant to know us better.
I don't know if it's for the project ... But he really seems to be interested ...
Weird.
"Favourite animal?" Luke asks.
"Wolf or fox I guess? I don't know maybe .... OTTER, yes otter, they're cute but why this question?" I laugh nervously.
"Shhh don't ask! Favorite color?"
"Blue"
"Least favorite color?"
"Orange?"
"Is it a question?" he laughs
"No?" I laugh.
I haven't laughed for I don't know how long.
It was nice to feel like I was a little more myself than the girl I have to play.
"Musical tastes?"
"I really love music. I prefer pop music but even the other musical genres are good too ... what about you?" I ask in return.
"Oh, I love music ... actually I like pop too, but even rock and such is fine too," he says.
"Come on, ask me some questions, you wouldn't have talked if I hadn't asked you the questions !!!!" he points with a little laugh.
"I have nothing to ask" I say a little timidly.
"Come on !!!! I know you do" he teas a bit.
I look around trying to think of anything I could ask for ...
"Is it yours?" I ask pointing to the hoodie I'm wearing
"Uhm... Yeah. You were shaking like crazy before and I didn't know if you were cold or in pain or were... scared, I guess," he says shyly.
I'm speechless ... I didn't think he was so thoughtful.
"Thanks ... I really appreciate it" I say honestly
"Oh, it's nothing, really, ...you can keep it," he says with a slight smile
I smile a little and when I was about to say something in return, my phone rings.
I grab it quickly
Fuck.
Mom.
"Hello...?"
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU CHARLIE? YOUR DANCE TEACHER CALLED US SAYING YOU DID NOT GO TO TRAIN TODAY!
You will regret this choice my dear... "
"I ... Uhm ... I trained ... I did it at school and ... I also trained with a friend ... In fact I'm still training ..." At this point I was shaking.
I meet Luke's eyes for a second and he looks very worried.
"Oh I hope for you it's true or you're screwed"
And with that she ended the call.
I was staring at my phone.
I was scared.
What should I do now?
"I-I-I have to go" I hurry to say stammering.
"W-what, wait. Come on, we were having fun, we still have to do..."
I cut him off
"Listen to me, I have to go and now."
"Come on! I'll take the pizza"he tries to compromise.
I can't even think of eating pizza !!!!
"I CAN'T"
"Where do you have to go so important?" he asks a little annoyed
"None of your business" I say a little rude.
I'm sorry for treating him so badly, but what should I do?
"I want to know because I won't let you go on foit. I'll give you a lift"
Charlie think of any place except the dance studio. THINK CHARLIE.
"Uhm ... I have to go home ... my family is waiting for me ... we have guests" I lie trying to be as confident as I can.
"O-ok .... let's go then" he says disappointed.
He takes the car key and we go to his black BMW.
He opened the door for me like a true gentleman and I thank him with a slight smile.
I sit in the car and sit on my belt.
The car ride was awfully quiet. Thanks God.
He seems to be thinking.
"IT ALWAYS SEEMS THINKING STUPID" I tell myself.
He park in front of my house.
I watch him.
He was staring at the steering wheel.
"T-Thanks ... see you" and with that I was getting out of the car only to be stopped by a hand on my arm.
"Please don't go practice. I know what's on your mind. One missing practice day won't kill you, but if you go and push yourself again, it will kill you and ..... And I don't want to lose you..." he has tears in his eyes.
I would like to promise him that I will be in my room doing something stupid and lazy.
I would like to promise him that I am fine and that I will be with the guest in the dining room while we wait for the diner.
I'd like to promise him I'll eat tonight.
But I can not.
I could die if I train. It is true.
But I will surely die if I don't.
I nod to him and get out of the car as fast as possible.
He waited for me to enter in the house.
But my plan was another.
Fuck.
I opened the door hoping that no one would hear me.
I just need him to leave so I can go to the dance studio.
A minute passes and I open the door a little.
Nobody.
Perfect.
So now it's just me and this long night of rehearsal.
