Chapter 5, Enjoy!
This is one of my new and improved chapters. It's been revised a bit from the first draft.
Chapter 5~ Kelly
What does one wear on a smoothie date before dance class? Kelly wondered. Dance clothes probably…but what if Alex was in street clothes? Street clothes then…but what if Alex was in dance clothes? Somehow Kelly couldn’t see Alex wearing dance clothes in public…but what if? Kelly wondered why it suddenly mattered so much to her that she look good for Alex. They had been friends for years, why was she so nervous now?
“Kelly!” yelled Brian from downstairs, “I have a date with Abby tonight, if you want a ride get a move on! We’re leaving in ten minutes!” “Don’t get you panties in a wad,” she muttered, slipping on a pair of jeans. She grabbed her black “Shut Up and Dance” shirt and pulled it over her head. What to do with her hair?
“Kelly, hurry up!” Brian shouted again. “Hold your horses!” Kelly snapped, “I’m coming!” “Come faster!” he called. Kelly pulled her hair into a sloppy ponytail. She’d fix it in the car. Makeup? No way, let’s not go overboard, she thought. After one last head to toe check, she pulled on her sneakers, grabbed her dance bag, and raced down the stairs, nearly colliding with her father halfway down.
“Sorry Dad!” she hollered, already at the bottom of the steps and racing out the door. “Be careful Kellabell, and have fun on your date!” her dad yelled back. “Will do! Thanks!”
The minute she sat down in the car, Brian gunned the motor and sped out of the driveway. “Chill Brian,” Kelly snapped. “I’m nervous enough already, don’t add to it by driving like a maniac!” “Abby hates it when I’m late,” Brian’s girlfriend was infamous for being punctual to the second. “Why are you so nervous Kel? You’ve gone out with boys before.” “It was always in a group. Middle school crushes don’t count,” she muttered, “All the girls did was giggle while the boys stole our stuff and we slapped them.” Brian rolled his eyes. “This probably won’t be so different,” he said. “Apart from the fact that Alex is a bit more mature than most boys your age. He won’t bite you Kel. Kiss you if you’re lucky, but no more or he’ll have me to deal with!”
Kelly smiled; it was so cool to have an older brother with a car! It meant she had the benefit of his experience without the drawback of parental nagging. It rocked.
Brian pulled the car into Alex’s driveway. “Go get ‘em Kel.” Kelly took a deep breath and tried to still her furiously pounding heart. Her nerves mounted as she stepped out of the car, and began the walk to Alex’s front door.
When she reached it, she knocked and waited. A moment later, Alex’s mom appeared let Kelly in the house. The two knew each other from years of dance. “Alex! Kelly’s here!” Mrs. Kereta called up the steps. After a minute or two of small talk between the two, Alex came bounding down, dance bag slung over his shoulder. He was wearing jeans and a plain navy blue t-shirt. “Let’s go,” he said grinning. “Have fun you two,” said Mrs. Kereta smiling. “Alex, I’ll pick you up at eight when dance is over, okay?” “Thanks Mom,” Alex said. Then he followed Kelly out the door.
As they walked down the sidewalk to Brian’s car, Alex flashed Kelly a smile, which she returned. Then she frowned, “Alex are you okay? You look kind of tired.” “What, oh. It’s nothing,” he said covering a yawn, “just didn’t get enough sleep last night I guess.” Kelly nodded, her concerns appeased.
When they got into the car, Brian greeted Alex warmly, and the three made small talk for the few minutes it took to get to Super Smoothie at the strip outlet across from Lena’s. As they got out of the car, Brian said, “Kelly I’ll pick you up after dance okay?” “Thanks Brian see ya then.” “Have fun Kellabell,” said Brian, grinning wickedly. Kelly blushed at the use of her nickname and flashed Brian a nasty look. I’ll get you later, she mouthed.
“Kellabell?” Alex inquired as Brian drove away. Kelly grimaced. “Family nickname.” “Aww, it’s cute. How ‘bout I call you that from now on?” “If you value your life, I suggest you never repeat it again,” she said, whacking him on the shoulder. He jumped, and Kelly thought she heard a sharp intake of breath. Had she hurt him? But then he laughed and began perusing the smoothie menu. The two ordered, and then sat down in a booth to wait for their drinks. For awhile, they sat in silence.
When their order was called, they both headed to the counter. The cashier gave the m the total, and they both simultaneously reached for their wallets. Each saw what the other was doing and grinned. “As the man in this situation, I insist on paying for you, my lady.” That was the wrong thing to say to an independent woman. “Well as the feminist woman in this situation,” said Kelly firmly, “I insist on paying!” Alex raised an eyebrow and attempted to stare Kelly down. Kelly stared right back, neither giving an inch. “Today please,” said the cashier, annoyed.
“Well,” said Kelly finally, “if yon gentleman insists on paying, then I have an idea.” “Yon gentleman insists,” said Alex gravely. “Then I will pay for your smoothie and you will pay for mine. Does yon gentleman find this acceptable?” “He does indeed,” said Alex in mock seriousness. Each grinned, and placed the appropriate amount of money on the counter. “Finally,” muttered the cashier, pushing their smoothies at them.
Still laughing, Kelly and Alex walked back to their table. “So,” began Kelly, “I’ve been thinking of some new moves we could add to our choreography.” “Yeah, me too,” Alex said enthusiastically. They talked animatedly for awhile about dance, then school, teachers, and friends.
“How long have you known Kevin?” Kelly asked. “Gosh, I’ve known him a long time. I met him in the same class I met you and Lily,” Alex responded. “Oh,” said Kelly, “I thought maybe you knew him before. I met Lily that class also. We’ve been best friends ever since.” “Kevin and I were the same way,” Alex alleged. “When…my dad died, Kevin didn’t leave my house for like, a week. He was there for me. You and Lily were too, but Kevin, Kevin and I got really close…”
Kelly was quiet. She remembered that time all too well. She’d been twelve, and on the junior dance team. They’d been warming up when Lena came in looking sad. She’d gathered the dancers in a circle and told Kelly and the others that Alex’s father was dead. Everyone had sat in the circle for a long time in stunned silence. Kelly remembered thinking of her own father. What would it be like to lose him? What would she do without a father?
That weekend had been the funeral. It was the first, and Kelly hoped the last, funeral she’d attended. Alex had looked so small and sad there in the pew beside Kevin and his mother…
Kelly snapped back to the present, taking Alex’s hand in hers. There was still a barely discernable trace of sadness in his serious brown eyes. He squeezed her hand and smiled sadly. They sat quietly, just looking at each other. “Oh my gosh!” Kelly suddenly exclaimed, looking at her watch. “It’s like, five ‘til six! We’ve got to go!”
They jumped up and raced across the street. Once inside the studio doors, Kelly and Alex raced off in opposite directions to the different changing rooms. As Kelly put on her dance clothes, she relived the date second by second, word by word. She decided it had gone quite well. She pulled on her ballet slippers and laced them up. Aside from the leftover euphoria from being with Alex, Kelly always felt joyous putting on her ballet shoes; it meant she was going to dance!

