When I woke up, it was still dark outside. I looked over at my clock. 4:46a.m. it said. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Grabbed my Ipod and left a note for Nana and Luke.I walked to the beach bare footed. Once I was on the coastline, I started to run. I ran until the sun started to come up. I sat down in the sand. I took out my Ipod and just marveled in its beauty. I saw a figure running towards me. As it got closer, I could make out the broad shoulders and his shorts. It was Justin, I smiled a little. I turned my head towards the sun again. I heard him run by me and then stop. His breathing heavy.
"Hey." He said panting sitting next to me. He was covered in sweat. I scrunched my nose.
"How many miles did you run?" I asked him. He looked at me.
"About four miles." He said, H e pulled a bottle of water out his pocket and drank it. I smiled.
"Oh, I ran five, but I didn't get sweaty like you." I laughed. He looked at me in disbelief.
"What's your story?" He asked. I must of looked confused because he kept going."You know, like your life story." I sat up a little.
"Well, I was born here.Then when i was one my Mom moved us down to L.A. We moved to Maine when I was like five, thats where Lucas was born. Now where moving back here so my mom could be closer to work..." I wanted to finish...but he didn't need to know all that, I just meet him, yet I seemed to know him already.
"What about you?" I asked. We got up and started walking back to the road.
"Well, I was born and raised here.That's about it.So, how did you become a dancer?" He asked. e were walking towards my Nana's house now.
"Well,I've been dancing ever since I could walk....My mom was a ballerina back in L.A, so was my grandmother....What about you?" I asked him.
"I saw Stomp The Yard." He said and I laughed.
We stopped in front of my Nana's house.
"Well, I have to go." I said. I walked backwards and didn't turn around until I was in the house. He waved at me and I waved back. I closed the door and slid on the floor. I smiled and screamed a little. I looked up and saw my father, he looked kind of angry.
"Hey." He said panting sitting next to me. He was covered in sweat. I scrunched my nose.
"How many miles did you run?" I asked him. He looked at me.
"About four miles." He said, H e pulled a bottle of water out his pocket and drank it. I smiled.
"Oh, I ran five, but I didn't get sweaty like you." I laughed. He looked at me in disbelief.
"What's your story?" He asked. I must of looked confused because he kept going."You know, like your life story." I sat up a little.
"Well, I was born here.Then when i was one my Mom moved us down to L.A. We moved to Maine when I was like five, thats where Lucas was born. Now where moving back here so my mom could be closer to work..." I wanted to finish...but he didn't need to know all that, I just meet him, yet I seemed to know him already.
"What about you?" I asked. We got up and started walking back to the road.
"Well, I was born and raised here.That's about it.So, how did you become a dancer?" He asked. e were walking towards my Nana's house now.
"Well,I've been dancing ever since I could walk....My mom was a ballerina back in L.A, so was my grandmother....What about you?" I asked him.
"I saw Stomp The Yard." He said and I laughed.
We stopped in front of my Nana's house.
"Well, I have to go." I said. I walked backwards and didn't turn around until I was in the house. He waved at me and I waved back. I closed the door and slid on the floor. I smiled and screamed a little. I looked up and saw my father, he looked kind of angry.
