The Dancer and the Playboy
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, and I hate school, oh what a life! (she says sarcastically as she cries in a corner)
The Dancer and the Playboy IV:
Sora:
Straining my muscles heavenly ward, I tried to contort my body in the right position for the difficult pose that was being asked of me. My long leg was positioned almost parallel to my perfectly vertical posture, and yet there was still a certain degree of space between my right leg and my head.
I was standing wrong. My body should be perfectly straight. There should be no distinction between my right leg and my torso. I should look just as perfect as one of those toy soldiers in the American's ballet "The Nutcracker". I think they're called the "Rockets" or "Rockettes"?
Sweat pored from places I didn't know I had as my left hand grasped the bar as I tried desperately to keep balance. This was a very difficult stance to attempt, and yet I was determined to succeed. Although I'd gotten my leg over my head, I was still unwavering in making it the perfect position.
"Sora, no!" Madame Pavlov scolded sharply as she strode over to me.
Without even thinking of the pain that was increasing in my overly strained muscles, she pulled my leg into position, effectively producing the position I'd been striving for, and efficiently making me want to cry like a three year-old from how painful it was.
Looking at the end product in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile. Tears were sparkling in my eyes from the pain, and yet the effect was purely beautiful. I looked like one of those professional dancers that I'd for so long admired for their flawless movements and their secret strength.
It was unbelievable how good it looked, so unreal that I didn't even believe it was me. My body was contorted in flawless form, looking as though it were perfectly normal; making no effort at all, and yet the excruciating pain was making it all feel so real.
Looking at her reflection, Sunny was looking back at me with a rewarding smile on her face. She was standing in the same torturing stance, and yet not one tear shed from her stormy eyes.
Behind Sunny stood Diana in the same position. Catching her eye, she mouthed, "See, with confidence you can do anything!" that was the same statement that she and Sunny have been pounding into my head ever since we started this thing.
Soon I heard the familiar clap and crumpled to the floor. Before I knew what was happening, I was crushed between my two best friends as they hugged me tightly.
"Am I dying soon?" I laughed when they finally pulled away.
"You did good!" Sunny smiled pushing back a particularly stubborn curl.
"Yeah, I'm actually proud of myself!" I admitted stretching my arms upwards.
"And you always talk about my reach. You look perfect when that pessimistic attitude of yours fades and all you're filled with is sheer determination." Diana smiled.
"Yeah, did you see the look on her face when Madame Pav. corrected her? I bet she couldn't have looked any happier if Brad Pitt had come in here and just proposed."
"No, she doesn't like Brad Pitt, I bet she likes Vin Diesel."
"Hey guys I am here, but wouldn't say no to Brandon Boyd from Incubus!"
"I bet she wouldn't say no to Sean Biggerstaft either." Sunny grinned.
"Who's Sean Biggerstaft?"
"Sunny, no!" I gasped trying unsuccessfully to stop her from embarrassing me.
"He's Wood in Harry Potter."
"She's in love with a guy on Harry Potter?"
"The movie! She made me go see the movie with her last year and she totally fell in love with him, especially when he said 'Quaffle'."
"He had a really sexy Scottish accent, just like Colin Farrell!" I said trying to redeem myself.
"Oh My God!" Diana shrieked as she suddenly realized something.
"What?" Sunny grinned.
"Sora loves Wood."
"Yeah, we've kinda' figured that out." Sunny joked.
"No listen, 'Sora . . . Loves . . . Wood'."
All three of us burst up laughing. Sunny and Diana because of the whole statement. And I because of it's meaning.
Finally after a while I said, "Hey, I'm sixteen, it's perfectly acceptable for a young women to like wood. If I didn't, everyone would probably think I'm gay!"
"I bet she likes Kamiya too." Sunny grinned menacingly to Diana.
"Yah!"
"Oh, shut up! I do not like Kamiya!"
"Yeah right, was he the Stranger Danger guy?" Sunny smiled.
"I'm not even going to answer that."
"Yeah, because you might incriminate yourself! You like Kamiya and you know it!"
"How old are we, six?"
"We should ask you Ms. I'm-too-stubborn-to-admit-I've-fallen-for-Mr. Popular!"
"I have not fallen for anyone!"
"Oh my God Di, you should have seen the grin on her face! She looked like a blonde at cheerleading practice!"
"I did not!"
"C'mon, what did he say to you during lunch?" Diana grinned, looking at me like a grilled burger.
"Yeah?" Sunny urged.
"He didn't say. . . wait, I'm not going to tell you two!" I cried standing up.
"Oh, c'mon Sor, he was practically gawking at you in Chem. and English. He's really into you, why don't you give him a chance?"
"Because he's no better than any of the other rich-Jerry Maguire- wanna'-be's at our stupid school. He just wants to get with any girl that will have him and when he gets what he wants from her, he drops her like Christina Aguilera's career. It's inevitable, and I'd rather save myself the drama and the shame."
"What did he say?" Diana asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"None of your business, now are yous coming to my house or not?"
"Sora, it's Friday night, we're always at your house!" Diana groaned rolling her eyes.
"Great, 'cuz Kobe's going to be leaving with your brother, Sunny, and he won't be back until Sunday night, so we're gunna' pamper ourselves all night. Mom got Cruel Intentions for the hot guy factor, Not Another Teen Movie for the funny and hot guy factor, and she got A Walk To Remember for the sad and hot guy factor."
"Wait, A Walk To Remember, doesn't that have Insane Pest in it?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, and Sandy Whore?" Sunny asked.
"Ever since my mom saw that show, Once and Again, and bought the cd, she's actually liked Mandy Moore and Shane West, plus she thinks his name is cool. And for some reason, she thinks he's hot and that they make a hot couple."
"Has your mom gotten so old that she needs glasses to see guys now?" Sunny asked.
"She'd kick your ass if she heard you say that." I smiled.
"Why do you think I'm saying it behind her back? Do you think I'm just craving for an ass whipping right now?"
I laughed as I leaned forward and began stretching my already taunt muscles.
Tai:
"Hey Grouch, what's with you?" Mom asked coming into the kitchen.
Taking my head from the cold marble counter, and watched her as she searched the many, clear doored cabinets for a glass.
"I spoke to you son, what's up Grouch?" she repeated.
"Ma' stop calling me that. I'm not five anymore." I groaned.
"Well ya' sure act like it. I swear, Kari acts more mature than you do."
"She's a girl Ma', generally that's supposed to happen."
"So what is it?"
"Nothing."
"Oh great, I've been given teen lingo to decipher. Let's see, you said, 'Nothing', what could that mean?" she asked pretending to think, "let's see, the problem with that word is that it's basically every adjective rolled into one, very vague word. You teens need to find an easier way to express yourselves."
"Hardy har har." I said sarcastically, "Do you want me to go out right now and get a tattoo that says 'I only do what the voices in my head tell me to'?"
"So what are they telling you now?" she asked, actually concerned.
"That women ask too many questions."
"Wait 'til you're married and she wants to know where you've been tonight."
"And that's why you shouldn't expect grandchildren from me, I'm never getting married."
"With the way that you hang after those girls everyday, I wouldn't be surprised if I had a litter right about now." She joked.
"Anyway." I groaned rising from the wooden stool, heading towards me room.
"Tai, wait, talk to me." She cried. "I want to know what's going on with you. You're so recluse, sometimes I get scared that . . ."
"Ma' . . ."
"Tai, I don't want to be like your friend's parents that give their kids to the nanny. I want to be a part of your life."
"Why now?" I asked, because that was exactly who she was. I remember once asking Magdala, the nanny, if she were really my mother.
"It's not just now. I've been trying for a really long time now, but whenever I talk to you, you always shut me out. I know that I'm not perfect, but neither are you, and neither is life so you just need to deal with it."
"I was."
"Shutting out your mother is dealing, it's running away like you've been doing ever since you could stand."
"You weren't there when I took my first steps." I said incredulously. The fact was that she wasn't, all the family album tapes proved it. "You were never in any of the tapes."
"Who in the hell do you think you were running away from?" she asked, raising her voice.
"I'm going to my room, when you cool down you can come talk to me, but I'm through." I sighed.
Exiting the strangely cold kitchen, I went to my room. Funny how the tables were turned, huh? She was just telling me how immature I was, and I ended up telling her to stop her temper tantrum. Sad ain't it, a kid growing up before his own parents?
Entering my room, I laid on my bed thinking about Sora and the conversation we had in the alcove earlier today.
TBC. . .
A/N: weird, ain't it? I started out writing funny stuff, and it ends in a fight. I'm sorry, this chapter was really crappy, but what can you expect from a crappy writer? I'll update as soon as I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, and I hate school, oh what a life! (she says sarcastically as she cries in a corner)
The Dancer and the Playboy IV:
Sora:
Straining my muscles heavenly ward, I tried to contort my body in the right position for the difficult pose that was being asked of me. My long leg was positioned almost parallel to my perfectly vertical posture, and yet there was still a certain degree of space between my right leg and my head.
I was standing wrong. My body should be perfectly straight. There should be no distinction between my right leg and my torso. I should look just as perfect as one of those toy soldiers in the American's ballet "The Nutcracker". I think they're called the "Rockets" or "Rockettes"?
Sweat pored from places I didn't know I had as my left hand grasped the bar as I tried desperately to keep balance. This was a very difficult stance to attempt, and yet I was determined to succeed. Although I'd gotten my leg over my head, I was still unwavering in making it the perfect position.
"Sora, no!" Madame Pavlov scolded sharply as she strode over to me.
Without even thinking of the pain that was increasing in my overly strained muscles, she pulled my leg into position, effectively producing the position I'd been striving for, and efficiently making me want to cry like a three year-old from how painful it was.
Looking at the end product in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile. Tears were sparkling in my eyes from the pain, and yet the effect was purely beautiful. I looked like one of those professional dancers that I'd for so long admired for their flawless movements and their secret strength.
It was unbelievable how good it looked, so unreal that I didn't even believe it was me. My body was contorted in flawless form, looking as though it were perfectly normal; making no effort at all, and yet the excruciating pain was making it all feel so real.
Looking at her reflection, Sunny was looking back at me with a rewarding smile on her face. She was standing in the same torturing stance, and yet not one tear shed from her stormy eyes.
Behind Sunny stood Diana in the same position. Catching her eye, she mouthed, "See, with confidence you can do anything!" that was the same statement that she and Sunny have been pounding into my head ever since we started this thing.
Soon I heard the familiar clap and crumpled to the floor. Before I knew what was happening, I was crushed between my two best friends as they hugged me tightly.
"Am I dying soon?" I laughed when they finally pulled away.
"You did good!" Sunny smiled pushing back a particularly stubborn curl.
"Yeah, I'm actually proud of myself!" I admitted stretching my arms upwards.
"And you always talk about my reach. You look perfect when that pessimistic attitude of yours fades and all you're filled with is sheer determination." Diana smiled.
"Yeah, did you see the look on her face when Madame Pav. corrected her? I bet she couldn't have looked any happier if Brad Pitt had come in here and just proposed."
"No, she doesn't like Brad Pitt, I bet she likes Vin Diesel."
"Hey guys I am here, but wouldn't say no to Brandon Boyd from Incubus!"
"I bet she wouldn't say no to Sean Biggerstaft either." Sunny grinned.
"Who's Sean Biggerstaft?"
"Sunny, no!" I gasped trying unsuccessfully to stop her from embarrassing me.
"He's Wood in Harry Potter."
"She's in love with a guy on Harry Potter?"
"The movie! She made me go see the movie with her last year and she totally fell in love with him, especially when he said 'Quaffle'."
"He had a really sexy Scottish accent, just like Colin Farrell!" I said trying to redeem myself.
"Oh My God!" Diana shrieked as she suddenly realized something.
"What?" Sunny grinned.
"Sora loves Wood."
"Yeah, we've kinda' figured that out." Sunny joked.
"No listen, 'Sora . . . Loves . . . Wood'."
All three of us burst up laughing. Sunny and Diana because of the whole statement. And I because of it's meaning.
Finally after a while I said, "Hey, I'm sixteen, it's perfectly acceptable for a young women to like wood. If I didn't, everyone would probably think I'm gay!"
"I bet she likes Kamiya too." Sunny grinned menacingly to Diana.
"Yah!"
"Oh, shut up! I do not like Kamiya!"
"Yeah right, was he the Stranger Danger guy?" Sunny smiled.
"I'm not even going to answer that."
"Yeah, because you might incriminate yourself! You like Kamiya and you know it!"
"How old are we, six?"
"We should ask you Ms. I'm-too-stubborn-to-admit-I've-fallen-for-Mr. Popular!"
"I have not fallen for anyone!"
"Oh my God Di, you should have seen the grin on her face! She looked like a blonde at cheerleading practice!"
"I did not!"
"C'mon, what did he say to you during lunch?" Diana grinned, looking at me like a grilled burger.
"Yeah?" Sunny urged.
"He didn't say. . . wait, I'm not going to tell you two!" I cried standing up.
"Oh, c'mon Sor, he was practically gawking at you in Chem. and English. He's really into you, why don't you give him a chance?"
"Because he's no better than any of the other rich-Jerry Maguire- wanna'-be's at our stupid school. He just wants to get with any girl that will have him and when he gets what he wants from her, he drops her like Christina Aguilera's career. It's inevitable, and I'd rather save myself the drama and the shame."
"What did he say?" Diana asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"None of your business, now are yous coming to my house or not?"
"Sora, it's Friday night, we're always at your house!" Diana groaned rolling her eyes.
"Great, 'cuz Kobe's going to be leaving with your brother, Sunny, and he won't be back until Sunday night, so we're gunna' pamper ourselves all night. Mom got Cruel Intentions for the hot guy factor, Not Another Teen Movie for the funny and hot guy factor, and she got A Walk To Remember for the sad and hot guy factor."
"Wait, A Walk To Remember, doesn't that have Insane Pest in it?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, and Sandy Whore?" Sunny asked.
"Ever since my mom saw that show, Once and Again, and bought the cd, she's actually liked Mandy Moore and Shane West, plus she thinks his name is cool. And for some reason, she thinks he's hot and that they make a hot couple."
"Has your mom gotten so old that she needs glasses to see guys now?" Sunny asked.
"She'd kick your ass if she heard you say that." I smiled.
"Why do you think I'm saying it behind her back? Do you think I'm just craving for an ass whipping right now?"
I laughed as I leaned forward and began stretching my already taunt muscles.
Tai:
"Hey Grouch, what's with you?" Mom asked coming into the kitchen.
Taking my head from the cold marble counter, and watched her as she searched the many, clear doored cabinets for a glass.
"I spoke to you son, what's up Grouch?" she repeated.
"Ma' stop calling me that. I'm not five anymore." I groaned.
"Well ya' sure act like it. I swear, Kari acts more mature than you do."
"She's a girl Ma', generally that's supposed to happen."
"So what is it?"
"Nothing."
"Oh great, I've been given teen lingo to decipher. Let's see, you said, 'Nothing', what could that mean?" she asked pretending to think, "let's see, the problem with that word is that it's basically every adjective rolled into one, very vague word. You teens need to find an easier way to express yourselves."
"Hardy har har." I said sarcastically, "Do you want me to go out right now and get a tattoo that says 'I only do what the voices in my head tell me to'?"
"So what are they telling you now?" she asked, actually concerned.
"That women ask too many questions."
"Wait 'til you're married and she wants to know where you've been tonight."
"And that's why you shouldn't expect grandchildren from me, I'm never getting married."
"With the way that you hang after those girls everyday, I wouldn't be surprised if I had a litter right about now." She joked.
"Anyway." I groaned rising from the wooden stool, heading towards me room.
"Tai, wait, talk to me." She cried. "I want to know what's going on with you. You're so recluse, sometimes I get scared that . . ."
"Ma' . . ."
"Tai, I don't want to be like your friend's parents that give their kids to the nanny. I want to be a part of your life."
"Why now?" I asked, because that was exactly who she was. I remember once asking Magdala, the nanny, if she were really my mother.
"It's not just now. I've been trying for a really long time now, but whenever I talk to you, you always shut me out. I know that I'm not perfect, but neither are you, and neither is life so you just need to deal with it."
"I was."
"Shutting out your mother is dealing, it's running away like you've been doing ever since you could stand."
"You weren't there when I took my first steps." I said incredulously. The fact was that she wasn't, all the family album tapes proved it. "You were never in any of the tapes."
"Who in the hell do you think you were running away from?" she asked, raising her voice.
"I'm going to my room, when you cool down you can come talk to me, but I'm through." I sighed.
Exiting the strangely cold kitchen, I went to my room. Funny how the tables were turned, huh? She was just telling me how immature I was, and I ended up telling her to stop her temper tantrum. Sad ain't it, a kid growing up before his own parents?
Entering my room, I laid on my bed thinking about Sora and the conversation we had in the alcove earlier today.
TBC. . .
A/N: weird, ain't it? I started out writing funny stuff, and it ends in a fight. I'm sorry, this chapter was really crappy, but what can you expect from a crappy writer? I'll update as soon as I can.