I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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Noah danced.
I watched him, how everybody was mesmerised with his moves. How his hips rolled, how his muscles flexed, how much money he made. They cheered for him, they were excited. He was sexy and artful and I wanted that.
"Hey!" Uncle Zak slapped me upside the head and I almost choked on my beer. "You're not even supposed to be in here, you certainly shouldn't be drinking." He looked at Clint, "don't serve him again."
"Let me up on that stage." I begged.
"No way kid, you're a minor." He laughed.
"C'mon you know I can do it. I can dance better than half of your dancers."
"Arlo, I could get my license took off me if anyone found out I let you in here underage. I'm certainly not parading you around on stage."
"I'm gonna take over this place one day." I chugged back my beer and smiled.
"Yes, you're definitely the legacy here and I'll give you a job as soon as you turn twenty one but until then, stop drinking my alcohol and go study or something."
"I am studying, Lennon is up next and his ass is fineee." I smirked and he shook his head at me.
