Will You Hear My Heart?

Like music, I can sad and beautiful. Like rain, my love comes slowly, then all at once. But if my heart beats loudly and you don't hear it, then does it exist? coypright (C)

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7. Go with the Flow

Mason's P.O.V.

The view from the backseat of the car was all I've seen in my life. After living for seventeen years, all I could see was the backs of everyone around me. The view of my parents' backs against me as they headed to the door. After their dance studio's business went up, they told me they were too busy to make time for me. I was never able to look eye to eye with them. I wasn't able to reach their level, and I still can't.

I blew air on the window and drew myself a smiley face. The corners of my mouth turned up as I was reminded of the Dawn when I saw her the day of the play. The way the shade of red crept on her face as she looked down at her sneakers replay in my mind. I feel warmth spreading through my body even in this air-conditioned car.

"Sir," said the chauffer looking at me through the rearview mirror. "Your mother has just informed me that you must go to this adress today after school." At the next red light, he gave me the adress on a thin, white sheet of paper."You are going to be teaching another private dance lesson today." I nodded my head and continued to look out the window. Slowly, raindrops fell. I watched as the drops raced down to the bottom of the window.

 

Dawn's P.O.V.

I woke up to the voices of C-Clown on my alarm clock. Rome's beautiful voice broke the silence of the room. I lazily opened my eyes, either tired from the dinner last night or seeing L.Joe everywhere I was. Getting up from my bed, I washed up, put on my uniform, and headed down stairs. It took all my will power to keep my eyes open to keep me from falling down the stairs.

"How are you, sweetie?" asked my mother placing a ton of bacon on my plate. She probably cooked more bacon to keep me from whining about the wedding.

"I'm fine," I lied. I began to eat. The food on my plate made my mouth water. My head told me to start eating healthy, but my stomach told me not to give up on greasy foods like this. I gave in.The relationship between me and food was not a healthy one. "Dawn, can you tell Joseph to come over today? I want to go over some wedding details with the two of you."

"Really? You're going to ask for help from him?" I said in disbelief. The look she gives me tells me the answer to her question. I nod my head. After finishing every piece of bacon on my plate, I brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and headed to the door. "I'm leaving now," I yelled. I heard my mother tell me to have a good day at school. It will be once I tell Hoya all of this.

*

"So let me get this straight, you and L.Joe are going to be step-cousins?" said Hoya between bites of his french toast. Sitting in the cafeteria, I'm amazed there are quite a number of people who buy breakfast at school. I shushed him to keep from people hearing about this. I looked out the window to see the blue skies now covered with grey.

"Yes, I can't believe it either," I said running my hand through my hair in frustration.

"I can't believe you just met him now. After the five years your mother and Ricky's father has been dating, you haven't once met him," he said. "And the two of you will be living together why?"

"Ricky's dad told me that L.Joe's parents died recently. That explains why he moved here. Ricky's family is all he has," I said. Saddness ran through my body. I felt pity for him.

"Oh," was all Hoya could say to that. He looked over my shoulder and nodded his head in that direction. "Speaking of the devil," he said, finishing his toast.

"Good morning fellow classmates," said L.Joe tipping his Blue Jays baseball cap. He took the seat beside Hoya and did their little handshake. "What are we talking about this fine morning?"

"You," I said with all honesty. "Only the three of us know about us living together. And I want to keep it that way."

"Wait. You told Hoya about us?" said L.Joe, his breakfast sandwich close to his mouth.

"Well, of course. He's my friend. I need someone to help us if anyone happens to find out. And please don't say 'us' like that. It makes it seem as if their's something going on between us," I said.

"Thanks for making me feel like you like me only when you need me," Hoya said to himself. I tried to give him a funny face to make him laugh, but it came out looking like a troll sneezed. L.Joe took a glance at me and almost choked on his sandwich. "Don't ever do that face again! Funny does not suit you," he yelled at me. We all stared at each other and started laughing. My cheeks hurt from it all.

"All jokes aside, L.Joe, my mom told me to tell you to come over tonight. She wants to talk about the wedding with the two of us," I told him. He nodded and finished his sandwich until the bell rang, signalling us to head over to class.

*

"I''m going to go home ahead of you," I said to L.Joe as I passed by his locker. The end of the day was finally over leaving my backpack full of homework.

"Why don't we just go together?" He put down his bag, put on his leather jacket, then grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

I pointed to the line of girls crowding behind him squelling after he turned around. It had only taken him a few hours to capture the hearts of girls. I, on the other hand, took years just trying to make a decent conversation to the person that I had feelings for and that ended with him feeling even farther away from me.

"I don't care about those girls." With a shrug of his shoulders, he linked his arm through mine, caausing the girls to walk away. "To Dawn's house!" he yelled as he pointed straight with his other hand. A small laugh left my lips. When we finally got outside, the sky had grown even more grey with huge rain drops falling down. I rummaged through my bag in hopes that an umbrella would magically appear.

"Here, we'll use mine," L.Joe said, a red umbrella covering both our heads.

"Thanks," I replied. The two of us walking together inder the umbrella, we finally came to a stop at the intersection. The two of us just stood there, waiting for the other person to say the first words. In hopes of starting a conversation, I turned to him only to see half of him covered in water. I looked back at myself to see that I was still completely dry.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were wet?" It seemed my hand had a mind of it's own as it started to touch his wet hair.

He shooed it away as if it was no big deal. "It's nothing. A bit of water won't hurt anyone," he said.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to me. "Stay close to me. I don't want you to get sick."

"You're not afraid I'm going to do something to you when I'm this close?" he said, bringing his face closer and closer.

I patted his cheek. "I can see you holding in your laughter. Tell me this is the first time you've tried making a girl fall for you," I said.

"This is why I like you." He took his face away from mine. I let out a breath I didn't know I held. "It feels as though you really know me. We must have been siblings in our past life."

"Whatever you say," I said as we crossed the street. I silently calculated how long I'd have to stay in this position. Five more minutes of standing close to L.Joe. Five more minutes to steady my breathing.

*

I opened the front door and left the umbrella outside to dry. I led L.Joe inside and brought him upstairs to the bathroom near my room to dry off. I headed up to my bedroom looking for something for him to wear. I grabbed the biggest t-shirt and shorts I owned, knocked on the bathroom door, and opened it just a bit to tell him I placed the clothes by the door. I headed back to my room to find something to change into. I looked at my pyjamas but found the pink sheeps inapropriate for the occasion. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. I left the room and found him waiting for me outside the door. I held in a laugh brought from seeing L.Joe wearing my clothes clothes.

"They don't fit." He tried to stretch them as though that would make them bigger.

"It's either that or you stay in your wet clothes."

We went downstairs and met my mother sitting in the ktichen with a guest, a cup tea in hand. His back facing us, I could tell he was about our age, but much more poised, mature.

"Oh, the two of you are home from school already! Come in, come in," my mother said, her hands motioning for us to come closer.

"There was something you wanted to talk to us about?" L.Joe asked.

"Yes, it's about the wedding. The two of you, sit down." We did as we were told. I took the seat beside the guest, L.Joe sitting opposite of me. I turned my head slightly to catch a glimpse of him. He had the same dark hair, same brown eyes and mysterious aura as Mason. It took me seconds to realize that I had been staring at Mason. In confusion, I looked back at L.Joe, the same question plastered on his face.

"I want the two of you to learn how to dance for the wedding. This is Mason Tyler and he'll be your dance instructor until you know how to dance," my mother said.

"It's ok Ms. Livic. I know how to dance," said L.Joe.

"What you will learn is the waltz. I know for a fact that Dawn cannot dance. L.Joe, all you know how to dance is hiphop. This is very important for me, so can you please do this?" my mother begged.

"Does Ricky and Haley know how to dance?" I said. Hopefully, I'll have company of another girl with me.

"Yes, they learned it at their school." I had totally forgotten that they went to a private school. "So, the three of you, get yourselves comfortable and I want you to start practacing as soon as possible." My mother got up from her seat and looked through the door. "The living room should be big enough. You can practice there."

"What? You're not going to stay?" I begged.

"I can't. Me and Josh have to talk about the final details of the wedding. I trust the three of you won't do anything bad." She looked at her watch and stood up. "I'm going to go now. Have fun!" she said as she went through the doors, taking every bit of possible conversations with her. An awkward silence filled the air leaving the three of us sitting there counting down the minutes till it was over. 

 

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