Chapter 11

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A picture of Dylan above or to the side 

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"Mother nature" I blurted out

"Mother nature?" He asked crossing his arm

"Aunt flow" His face still read confusion

"Aunt flow, is this an aunt I don't know about" He made me laugh

" Melted roses, crimson tide, ragging" I blurt not knowing why I am blurting this out

"Danielle what in the hell are you talking about?" He asked

"My period! Okay I am really emotional right now, Sergei Polunin has a girlfriend and I was supposed to be the one. I mean we could have been the best Ballet couple of all times, like am I not good enough to be with someone like him? Why couldn't we at least be friends?" I fake whine
"Um you know what Danielle; I am going to go shower. I am going to Julian's house; how about on the way back I pick you up some ice cream. I mean girls like that stuff when they are dying of internal bleeding right?" He asked sort of panicking

"Okay, but that won't make Sergei notice me" I whine sitting on my bed

"Do I hug you or are you going to kill me?" He frowns 

"Don't touch me, only Sergei can touch me! Go take a shower, you smell like my heart" I buried my face in my pillows screaming. Once I hear the door click I got up locking it.

"And that is why I love Dylan" I mumbled walking to the closet opening the door. Liam started laughing his butt off. I folded my arms glaring at him

"Okay Danielle that was just over the top, who makes up a lie like that?" He stands up and straightens himself out

"Apparently me" I smile

"Who is Aidan? He asked out of the blue. I froze at his name, I flinched a little.

"W-what , I don't know one" I say walking out of the closet
"This Aidan person has been sending you letters after letters" He had a stack in his hand

"It's nothing"

"Doesn't look like nothing, is there something you want to tell me?" He asked

"Nope, not at all" I murmured

"Who is he?" He questioned sitting the envelopes down

"Family friend" I lied

"Why haven't you read any?"

"I'm not reading that BS Liam" I groan

"What did he do?"

"What did he not do?" I asked laughing but not finding any humor

"Do you still get these?"

"Yea, every Thursday" I muttered laying on my bed

"Rocky past?" He laid next to me

"Rocky is an Understatement" I am so not ready to tell him anything about Aidan

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