I Love To Hate You

“Would you please STOP standing on my foot?” I hissed “When my left foot goes forward, your right foot goes back, got it?” “Um, yeah, sorry,” Daniel stammered and looked straight at a fleck of dirt on the ground, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes. Why? Why? Why? Why did I get stuck with him? Nathan and I were mastering this, Daniel on the other hand…was an incredibly bad dancer, but had THE most amazing hair. WAIT! What? Stay on track! 1 2 3, 1 2 3, 1 2.. “Daniel! You gotta try and stop stepping on my feet okay?” I look him in the eye and for the first time ever notice flecks of gold in amongst the river of brown I once called poo. He was nervous, and I was just making it worse “I’m sorry,” I whispered. 1 2 3, 1 2 3, ouch! He looked up at me and chewed the corner of his lip, I giggled and kept dancing, and that’s when I saw him smile, a smile that made me go weak at the knees.

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I sat down on the couch with my feet propped up on Nathan’s lap (perfect setup if you ask me). “Ouch! Yep, I reckon there’s a bruise there!” He massaged my sore feet that had been dancing all day in high heels I was still breaking in. I had two band-aids on each ankle and one on each big toe. I groaned in pain as Nathan rubbed the balls of my feet. “You know love,” Mum had said. “There’s these great things called foot cushions, you just pop ‘em in your shoe and away you go.” "Thanks Mum," I mutter "Wish you would've told me before." "Well better now than you're big night love." Dad said wrapping his arm around Mums waist. I look away. Nathan grins and wraps me up in a warm hug that would usually send me flying, but maybe it’s the sore feet… “So… how’s your dancing going with whatsherface?” “Emma?” He asks. “Yerrp, that’s the one.” “Okay… I guess. But there’s nothing more satisfying than dancing with someone as amazing as you.” I smile and cuddle my way further into his shirt breathing in his sweet, sweet, aftershave.

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I walk into the library and take a seat at an empty table pulling out my laptop. As it loads I get out my ipod. Well, this free is going to be GREAT fun. I put my headphones in and hear James Blunt telling me I’m beautiful. DAMN! I took Mum’s ipod. I sigh and scroll through her list of Artists. Well that’d be right: Westlife, James Blunt, Tina Arena, and Human Nature… I give up and put it back in my bag. As I login to my laptop a familiar brown haired boy comes and sits next to me.