The Wooden Mask

16. So we a'ight?

Adani Carter's POV

I try my hardest to match my movements to the beat and rythm of Can You Stand The Rain by Boys II Men. Keyword being try because with a casted leg, it is not the easiest thing to do. I chose this specific song to dance to because of how slow it is. I thought it will be easier to dance to but I thought wrong. Putting pressure on the leg still hurts. That is why I am sitting on my bed trying to dance with just my upper body and if possible, my left leg but my body continues to take over forgetting about my injury. I keep getting lost in the song thus leading to further causing pain to my leg.

I try again though. I restart the song, straighten my back, ready my mind and body. When the first beat drops, my shoulder ticks and the movement flows through my whole arm with precision. I snap my fingers when the men snap their fingers. The same thing happens to my other arm when the next beat drops. The next part to tick is my chest and that movements also flows through my entire upper body and stops with precision with another snap. When the faster notes are being hit, I play an air piano while swaying my shoulders. After that, I slowly sway both arms to the right and snap and do the same action but to the left side this time.

I then do an arm roll and pop my chest out. I hold an imaginary ball and transfer it from hand to hand before doing a full body roll which sends a sharp pain shooting doing my right leg. I groan in both pain and frustration. These past few days have been some of the most frustrating for me. From having to be carried by the boys where ever I go to not being able to do the one thing that is actually going for me. My dance career is the only thing I have right now. It is what brings in my money but now that I cannot do it, I am left to post video drafts which are running out. So I have been trying to perfect this sitting dance routine so I can film it and post it but that does not seem like it is going too well.

I bring my elbows to my knees and drop my head to my palms and bring out a muffled groan mixed with a scream. I snatch my headphones off my head and throw it onto the bed. I rub my face with my palms hoping that will make me feel somewhat better. It does not. I pick up the crutches that are resting on my bed and use them to get to the living room. Even with my crutches, the guys still insist on carrying me. If that is not weird, then I do not know is.  also think it is cute.

I now stand at the top of the staircase and ready my mind to keep from falling. I drop the crutches to the first stair and hop onto it. I do the same with the second and the third. Dropping my crutches to the forth stair, I hop with a little too much force causing the crutches to slip. My hands struggle to hold the crutches in place but my efforts deem useless as gravity pushes me towards the ground. I shut my eyes and brace for a painful impact that... never comes.

That is when I feel it. Hands. One around my waist and another around my shoulder. Both stopping me from hitting the ground. I open my eyes and never move them away from that of Trevor's. He is so close to me, I can feel his breath against my lips. His eye balls shake like he is struggling to keep them steady. He moves and before I know, I am being picked up bridal style and being laid on the couch.

"Are you alright?" He asks still with serious eye contact.

I come back to my senses and blink rapidly before answering. "Yh. Yes I am. Thanks. That was a close one there." A puff of air sounding more like a laugh escapes my lips.

"This is why I insisted on carrying you." Makes sense.

"I see that now." I say and spare a glance to the staircase that almost extended my recovery time. My crutches still lay on the stairs. Trevor and I still hold each other's stare and he suddenly breaks into a small smile.

"Are you hungry?" He asks me.

I blink rapidly again and compose myself. "Uh yh I guess I am." I return his smile. "What's for breakfast?"