Just another Teenage love story
Chapter 23:
“I think you thought I was joking when I said I can’t dance,” I laughed while he put his hand to my waist and attempted to sway, whilst I stood awkwardly like stone.
“You can’t dance?” he almost seemed shocked by the news,
“Psh, of course I can dance, I wasn’t being honest,” I mumbled,
I felt that I had to lie, it was almost instinct. I didn’t feel anything for him, I didn’t want to impress him in anyway, but it felt as if a part of me was trying to.
He held my waist and swayed, I managed to keep up with that. He smiled at me, just a glimmer of a smile, the kind that made him desirable, no girl in this room would say no to such a gorgeous face.
He moved me closer to him, we were inches apart and the smile remained. It was breath taking and almost caused me to stumble, but he caught me before I could trip. I looked up to him, and are faces were almost touching.
He began to move closer, but I swooped away from him, he knew exactly what I wanted and that’s how I planned for it to stay.
“Come with me,” he smiled, enchantingly, grasped my hand and walked me towards a huge set of doors.
“Where are we going?” I moaned, jokingly,
Through the doors, was a dark and decorated bar and lounge room, where older men and woman sat smoking, betting and drinking their late night liquor. The air was polluted with the scent of tobacco and strong whiskey breath.
Cameron led me into the corner of the room, where the air was slightly clearer. In the corner stood a black grand piano.
“Wow,” I gasped, astonished, “it’s beautiful,” I slid my fingers across the smooth and shiny keys.
Cameron sat down on the stool and pulled me down next to him. “Do you play?” he asked,
Great, another skill I lacked. I stayed quite and just smiled to him, and in reaction he chuckled and pulled me closer.
“How about, you sing and I play?” he suggested, and I nodded in reply. “Go ahead, sing,”
I had a moment of a complete dead brain. I froze, like stone again. So Cameron began to play various keys on the piano. The tune sounded familiar,
“Da da da, da da da da da,” I began to sing along until I remembered the song.
Cameron began before me, “I don’t mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain,” he sang, his voice combined with an angel's and a sheep’s bah, “look for the girl with the broken smile,”
He brought his face closer to mine and in reply to his line,
I chimed, “Ask her if she wants to stay awhile,”
“And she will be loved,”
He held my chin and inches away from my face he whispered, “And she will be loved,”
Swiftly, he placed his lips to mine, I told myself that this wasn’t right, but none of it felt wrong. I knew all I wanted was friendship, so I tried to pull away. But as I began to retreat, someone else interrupted us.
Suddenly a voice gasped Cameron’s name. We whipped our heads around to discover the holder of the voice.
“You invited Brooke?” I questioned,
“I didn't invire her,"
Stood next to Brooke, was Cameron's mother, with her lips pursed just like before, and without a word, his mother walked out of the room.
Silently, Cameron grabbed my hand and followed his mother out of the room, but all I could think about was the sillouette blocking our way.
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