How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?


7. Chapter 6

"Alex where are we going?" I asked for the hundredth time as we drove in his car down the streets of town. 
"I wasn't there for your birthday last year, so I'm getting you a present now." He said, a mischievous smile on his lips. 
"That didn't answer anything! Where are we going?" I grumbled and sat back, looking at the streets flashing by. 
"We're here." He said, pulled the handbrake and unbuckled his seatbelt. I got out on my side, and followed him to a door, where a sign on the wall read 'Jeannie Cardinal's School of Dance' 

"Alex! I told you, I'm not sure if I can do this yet. Why didn't you listen to me?" I complained, grabbing his arm and pulling him a few steps away from the door. 
"Honestly Reed, I've known you since we were in diapers, and I know that you miss this. I think it'll help you. Just try. Please. For me?" He begged, and for the split second that I caved, he pulled me inside to a small office next to the entrance. 

"Hi, what can I do for you guys?" A lady in her early fifties asked us from her place standing behind the desk in the middle of the room. She sat down and looked expectantly at us. 
"My friend would like to sign up for your classes in classical ballet." Alex announced, sounding very happy with himself. 
"Wait!" I exclaimed and turned to Alex, the devil in my eyes. "I'll do it. If you do it too." 

Pure fear spread in his eyes, and I laughed at his facial expression. I could see the lady at the desk holding back laughter as well. "Well? Are we doing this or not?" I chuckled, poking his chest." 
He gulped, the turned back to the woman. "We'd both like to sign up." He said. I laughed and hugged him from behind while he signed some papers and wrote down his credit card information. 

"You will need tights my friend." I said as we got back in the car. His eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at me. "You're serious aren't you? Oh God you really mean it..." 


So a half hours later, we'd come to a dancewear store in Northampton to buy him the unitard, shoes, and tights he'd need. 
"Stop being such a pussy Alex, you'll get used to it in no time at all." I laughed from the outside of the fitting room where Alex was currently trying on a black unitard. "Seriously, guys do this every day. You're not the first one."
"It's so tight! You can see everything!" He said as he burst out through the door. "My butt is on display here!" He complained. 
"Well, you'll just have to deal with it." I said. "How are you going to fit this into your soccer schedule?"
"Dance classes are on tuesdays, thursdays and sundays. Easy. No practice those days. I was chosen for captain, so I decide." He shrugged. 
"You were?" I exclaimed happily, hugging him quickly. "Yay!" He flashed a small smile. 

"Anyhow, moving on to shoes. Black or white?" I asked and moved to the shelves where they stood in rows.
"Black." He said, and I took down a pair. "These should be your size." I tossed them at him and pointed at the bench. He sat down and pulled them on. 
"I'm never gonna forgive this." 

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