Private Dancer | Falice

The Trailer

On their way home she was awfully silent. The only times she spoke were when she needed to show him the direction. He glanced over to her a view times to only see the sadness in her eyes. She was just a girl he hang out with for a second third in a row, but he didn't want her to see her struggle like that. If he only could read what she was thinking.

Her eyes wandered over the south side, looking at all the things that were so familiar to her. She was supposed to feel at home but for now she wasn't feeling that at all. FP opened his mouth a few times to say something, but he just couldn't think of the right thing. He didn't want to upset her more, so he decided to keep quiet.

She pointed at a trailer at the end of the park. ''It's that one.'' She said numb. He parked the car just in front of her door and turned off the engine. Without saying anything she stepped out of the car and searched for her keys in her jacket. He was a little offended that she didn't even said goodbye, but maybe that even showed her bad her mood was.

She turned around and furrowed her eye brow. ''Are you coming in or are you planning on stitting in that car all night?'' FP chuckled and now understood that she expected him to come inside, which is why she didn't say anything. He slowly shook his head to himself in the mirror before stepping out of the car. Something in him said that going in was a mistake but he still wanted to.

Alice closed the door behind FP, while he walked into the trailer. It was small, but it was supposed to be enough for one person. Suddenly she felt very ashamed, knowing that he lived in a penthouse in the north side and probably judging her for being poor and living on Sunny Side Tailer Park.

''Sorry for the mess. And for the space. I know you are used to a big house.'' She excused herself while searching for two clean glasses on her kitchen counter. FP took a seat on her couch and readjusted some of the pillows on there.

''It's okay. Sometimes I wish I lived in a small house instead of the one I am living in right now.'' He confessed. Alice raised her eye brow like he was crazy. She jumped on the couch next to him and handed him over a cup of coffee.

''Are you crazy? I'd die to live in something like that.'' She blew her coffee before she took a sip. FP smiled sadly for a moment.

''Well, if you think about how most rooms are always empty it starts to feel kind of lonely.'' He admitted softly and even a little bit ashamed. Alice returned the sad smile and placed her hand on his lower arm for a bit.

''This is getting way to sad, again.'' Alice joked so he chuckled along with her. With a little smile on her face she placed down her cup. She walked over to the left cabinet of her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of scotch out of there. With a big goofy grin she swiped two glasses of the highest tray and jumped on the couch again.

''Alice, I still need to drive.'' FP said hesitatingly, not wanting to be tipsy or even drunk when in traffic. She choose to ignore him and poured him a glass anyway that he took from her.

''So, tell me. I've been dying to know what FP stands for.'' She already smirked with amusement. He rolled his eyes but gave into her question nonetheless. He waited for a few seconds, catching her blue eyes with his brown ones.

''Forsythe Pendelton.'' He breathed out. Alice gasped for air with the corners of her mouth shooting in the air. A few seconds later the beautiful sound of her laughter spread across the room. He had always been a little ashamed of his name, which why he went through life as FP, but he loved the fact that it made her laugh.

She swatted his chest just a little bit to hard and shook her head while trying to remain herself from laughing. ''You must be kidding.''

He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. ''I wish I was.'' He answered, now laughing himself as well, what made her giggle even harder.