Thread: All the Right Moves | ockeroid and colada

Are you sure? she asked, eyeing him sidelong as they walked down the hall. I appreciate the gesture, of course, but surely you have more important things to do than drive me home. The lack of response made her sigh, so she threw her hands up in the air in a comical display of defeat. I guess youve made up your mind, huh? Okay. Fine. If for some reason my mothers not hounding the building Ill accept your offer. For all she knew, her mother could have forgotten her phone at the last minute, hence why she had not picked up. It made enough sense, too, for her father was away for business and would not have been around to hear the melodic jingle of the phone. Her duffle bag was relatively light, considering she carried few items with her, but it still felt nice when he lifted the weight from her shoulders. She cocked her head to the side, watching as he lifted her bag to drape it over his shoulder. Even Charlotte had to admit he looked silly with two duffle bags over his shoulder, but she did not reach out to take hers back. Instead, she smiled at the sight. Yes, I know its possible to adjust the straps. I suppose Im just too lazy to bother with me. Whether she was actually too lazy or in fact too busy, she knew not. It was getting to the point where she felt as though her days blurred together, making it impossible for her to get much of anything done. The smile on her face widened when he asked if she had always wanted to dance. For as long as I can remember, yes. Im really not even sure if it was my choice or if my mother gave me a nudge. Charlotte paused for a moment, pondering this thought. Needless to say, she loved what she did. There were only a few occasions, during her early teenage years when she was trying to persuade her mother to do something, when she thought about another lifestyle. Before she retired, my mother was a principal dancer at the Bolshoi over in Moscow. Unlike her mother, Charlotte never had to make an effort to maintain her weight. It was a task to keep on what little weight she had, considering she hated to eat not that she had an illness, mind you, she just hated to spend time eating when she could have been doing more productive activities and it took time to make food that was healthy yet dense with calories. Her friends always complimented her body, complaining about their own curves and imperfections ironically, Charlotte felt the complete opposite. She would have killed for some curves, something that would have made her feel feminine. She had no bodily assets to speak of, just skin and bones and toned muscle. Her insecurities had been the downfall of her intimate life after all, what guy wanted to sleep with a girl who constantly complained about having the body of a boy? Talk about a killjoy. Having zoned out during these thoughts, Charlotte was surprised to see they were outside of the academy. It looked so much darker outside than it had inside. She scanned the parking lot, sighing uncomfortably when she realized her mothers beat up Dodge Sportsman Royal was no where to be seen. That piece of junk was hardly easy to miss. Looks like you win, she murmured, taking one last glance at the parking lot before she turned to face Kirov. She turned in the direction of the car he was staring at, and she immediately smiled at the thought of riding in what people considered to be a cool car. It beats my moms van, she said in appreciation, crossing her arms over her chest as the wind started to pick up. Thank you, Mister Antokolsky. She followed him over to the car, realizing she never finished answering the question he had asked. To her misfortune, she could not remember where she left off due to zoning out, so she decided to take another route. If you dont mind me asking, have you always wanted to dance, yourself?