The song in the media box is Heartbeat by the brilliant Carrie Underwood.
A/N: Before you start the chapter check out this beautiful poem by Winter_Ballerina. Thank you, hon!
Poor ballerina
All broken inside
Only the devil sees through her lies
Traumatised devil
With something to hide
Will he let the ballerina inside
With Lies to their friends
and lies to themselves
How to get out of your personal hell
Both broken
Both lost
Both trying to dance
How to dance when there isn't a song
Cause when your trapped in a personal hell
Don't stop. Don't cry. Don't carry on.
For nothing can fix them
They're already broken
The ballerina and the devil
Both broken in song
The song is life
And the dance is love
But can you really not carry on?
We all have our reasons
Whatever we do
They just have more reasons than you
Not being perfect
Forever alone
All things come to an end I suppose
But nothing will save them
They're already saved
They both saved each other
In a way
The ballerina and the devil
Only time will tell
Did they get fixed?
Or did they break each other as well?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Megan Fox or Mila Kunis?"
"Easy, Kunis."
"What? Are yo- Tell me you're not serious."
"Of course I'm serious. Mila Kunis is hot."
"Not as hot as Megan Fox."
"Megan Fox is overrated."
"You're overrated."
"Because that made sense, Demi."
I shook my head slowly and stared out at the dark road stretched ahead of us. The light from passing cars flashing around us
"You're crazy," I scoffed. "Absolutely crazy. That's the only explanation for this. There is nobody hotter than Megan Fox."
"Rihanna," Aidan challenged.
"Rihanna isn't a mortal, she's a goddess, therefore she doesn't count," I explained rationally. "And we're talking about actresses, Aidan! Not goddesses/singers."
"Whatever you say, scout. Moving on...," he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Emma Stone or Charlize Theron?"
Silence settled between us for a moment before we briefly met each other's eyes and nodded simultaneously.
"Charlize Theron," we said in harmony.
I smiled and leaned back in my seat. "How long have we been driving?"
"Little over an hour," he said, checking the time on the clock near the radio.
"So is the plan to cross over a couple of state lines? Are we headed for Canada...?"
YOU ARE READING
The Ballerina & The Devil
Teen Fiction"Why don't you go back to Hell?" I spat, fury boiling in the pit of my stomach. A dry smile played on his lips. "Haven't you heard, Cupcake? The Devil has yet to enter the realms of Hell." Follow the tale of Demi Lawson and Aidan Benson as they each...
