Louis really needs a damn blunt. He
needs to escape from the stupidness of reality and get into his own little world of ecstasy. Maybe he should explore New York tonight, find something that's interesting for him to do as the days pass because he can not stay sane if the only places he is going is the flat and the dance studio where he has to make a dance with this all too friendly and clingy girl. Yes, even though Louis barely knows the girl he could already see she is fucking clingy and he can't stand when people are clingy.

When he walks inside all the small girls are beginning to get into their lines while Emily walks to the front to begin her teaching and Louis walks to the back of the studio so he could, possibly, maybe, not cause a lot of attention of himself in this class. Louis knows he causes a ton of attention wherever he goes, the metal on his face and the ink on his phone throw people off, easily. Back in Chicago, rude and judgemental stares were constantly thrown his way whenever he was in public, but it didn't make not wanting to be going out in public, doing what he wanted to do. He just really doesn't care about anyone else in the world but himself. May sound a bit concieted, but really, if everyone he knows is shitty, then why the hell should he care about them(?) However, he knows New York is different, that is, if you're in the big parts, the small parts are all too much the same as Chicago.

Louis is thinking to not return to Chicago when this whole thing is done anyway, he might move to Florida or California, whatever the hell he feels for when the time comes.

Once class ends and Louis is bored out of his mind, making him resort to reading the back of the cd case about five hundred times already. Emily walks towards him and he looks up to see her with a large grin, he groans internally. Sometimes he's way too exhausted to be rude to people to shoo them away but at the same he is too exhausted to deal with them. It's a difficult situation he is in a lot of the time. He just glares at the blonde girl to give her a small and subtle hint. If only looks could kill.

"Have you guys practiced much?" She asks the man.

"It's only been two or three days so no, we haven't."

"You need to start soon, like today." Emily says with a sigh.

"I wasn't warmed up to her yet." The blonde's face lights up.

"So you are now?" She asks. Louis rolls his eyes.

"No, but I don't have a choice."

"Did you guys exchange numbers?" Emily asks him. That's when Louis gets fed up and stands up to just walk away her. "Excuse me?" She snaps. "I was talking to you." Louis closes his eyes before turning around.

"No." He says. "No we did not." Emily parts her lips.

"Didn't she ask you?"

"Yeah, and I refused. I don't give my number out to random people."

"Oh really?" Emily says as she raises her eyebrows. "Well make that a change today, bud, and go ask for her number kindly like the gentleman you so truely are." Emily says. Louis narrows his eyes. Fuck you.

He sighs shakily, knowing he can't be rude to this woman. "Fine, I will." Louis mumbles as he takes out his phone to begin walking towards the silent girl. She sits in a corner, packing up her things."Hey, give me your number." Louis says, making Rania's eyes flicker up into his. She raises her eyebrows at him and shakes her head before looking down again. "What the hell do you mean no?" He snaps. He notices Rania typing away on her phone before she stands up angrily and sticks the phone in his face.

I mean "no", just like I said it. I know I can't ask Emily for me not to do this anymore because she will be disappointed in me, but you and I, there doesn't have to be any type of talking or relationship between our dancing. I'm done with that bullshit. So don't worry, I won't be "desperate for attention" anymore.

"Hey, um, fuck, don't cry, okay?" Louis says quickly when he looks back up at Rania. She wipes away her angry tears quickly and sighs shakily. She didn't want to cry in front of him but she couldn't help herself. She's not strong. Louis flickers his gaze to the window behind her, seeing all the girls walking to their parents' cars. Then he looks at Rania again. He never handled emotional people in his life. Not at all.

I'm sorry.

Louis shakes his head slowly and then looks behind him, the room is empty. He looks at the small girl again. "Yeah, um, don't be sorry, okay? But, i'll be nicer to you. Will that make you stop crying?" Louis says, desperate since he still has to deal with her for the rest of the year. He hates when people cry. It makes him uncomfortable. Rania wipes more of her tears away and shrugs silently. Louis nods. "I think we should have each others numbers." He says. Rania nods now and gives the man her phone as he gives her his and they put each others numbers into each others phones.

Louis' phone vibrates and he sees a "hi" message from the girl.

Hey.

Rania smiles and looks up at him with her glazed over eyes. Louis sighs heavily and looks away. "So, the cd you picked up yesterday, want to put it in the radio so we could, you know, dance?" He asks the girl.

What about your cd?

Louis chuckles. "Yeah, about that, I left it at home, but I think we should start today. Just to protect your dignity. I already lost it by dancing in the first place." He says. Rania nods. "Oh, I have a question. Do you know sign language?" Rania nods and points to him, as if asking, "do you?". Louis shakes his head. "Yeah, I don't know sign language, but cool." He says. That's what the girl thought, that's why she never tried sign language with him. The only person she speaks with in sign language is her father. Emily is in the process of learning herself. Rania nods her head before turning around and picking up the cd she had bought, with the help of the man, earlier today. Then the girl puts it inside of the radio and the music begins to play loudly in the room.

Rania holds her arms outward to her sides and expects Louis to take them but she has to walk up to him and take both of his hands into hers. It's a bold move for her but it had to be done. The girl takes a step forward, making Louis step back awkardly and they keep doing that until they reach the center of the studio then they turn and do the same action to the music.

Louis is looking down the whole time while Rania watches him. She stops, making him instantly look up. She mouths, "eye contact". Louis sighs and then they begin again. His blue eyes, looking into oddly colored eyes. Although she is certainly nervous and she doesn't like this man one bit, the girl knows this is something Emily wants. She will do it the best she can possibly do it, even if it risks someone else taking a dislike to her. Emily and her father will still love and be proud of her, and that's really the only thing that is most important in her life.

On the other end of the stick, Louis is fucking screaming in his mind to get out of this position. Both of their palms are sweaty, they're so close to each other he can feel her breathing. She hasn't stepped on his foot yet but the anticipation of it is killing him. He doesn't want to do any of this gross shit. The man doesnt have any one to make proud. He messed up his chance of doing that a long time ago.

However, he knows that if he doesn't do this shit, then he will go to prison, and he does not want to be stuck in a small cell with another likely inmate. A bitter taste grows in his mouth and he has to step away quickly, to stop dancing, and put an end to the sickness he feels in his body. He's not being over dramatic. He feels sick. Completely and utterly sick. The man takes a deep breath as Rania watches him with wide eyes. She walks up to him and puts a hand on his wrist but he snatches it away quickly, holding his hands out in front of him to stop her from any further contact.

Then he decides to just leave. Just right out leave and not come back inside, still hearing the ear piercing music in his ears that makes him want to vomit.

(Louis is messed up.)