I stayed in Tara's room for the next hour or so. Ramsey came back for about five minutes, but quickly transitioned to hanging out with Jordan. That was no surprise of course, the couple had barely seen each other in months. Everyone knew to expect very little Ramsey and very little Jordan separate. Thankfully, there were strict rules against boys and girls entering each other's dorms, so we weren't going to have to worry too much about. Many rules here are broken, but that one remains. When students go out to party, they sneak out to the pond in the woods behind the school. It always reeks of pot and alcohol down there; I try to avoid it.

"It's six, we should go," Tara sighed, rolling off her bed. I nodded and we headed down to the cafeteria for dinner. On our walk down to the first floor, we didn't really pass anybody else that we knew. Anna and Bea must have gone down earlier, because they're never late for anything. I knew that they had gone back to the dorm, but they didn't have enough time to come join me and Tara down the hall, so the two of us embarked alone on the short journey to the busiest room in the building.

We had two main cafeterias, Cafe 1 and Cafe 2. Cafe 2 was much smaller with long tables for big groups. Generally the younger kids would eat there. They're all friends and they always wanted to sit next to each other, having to split up was the world's hardest decision. Cafe 1, on the other hand, was twice the size, with huge windows covering the entire left wall. Lining the windows were high-top tables with two chairs each. Next to those were a series of white circular tables with six chairs. To its' right sat a row of booths that really only fit four people, but I'd gotten at least eight people sitting there before. The booths were the worst spot, in my opinion. They're tight and uncomfortable and your head is always right in front of someone else's. The rest of the room was filled with tables for four people. These were generally the most popular, and also the largest in number.

An unspoken rule reminded us we couldn't sit down before getting our food, so Tara and I headed into the crowded buffet line. That night they were serving chicken and vegetables, a staple meal at Spotlight. The food was always good, at least, as good as camp food could be. After getting our plates and a cup of water, we scanned the room, looking for our friends. Ramsey, Jordan, and Noah were at one of the nearby four-person tables. Ramsey waved us over, and invited Tara to sit with her, but there was only the one extra chair. Tara politely declined the offer and followed me towards the two open seats near Anna and Bea.

"Hey guys!" I smiled, setting down my plate.

"Hey! How're your dances?" Anna grinned as she took a sip of water.

"I think it'll be good. Our music's nice," I shrugged. I always hated bragging about my routines, especially right now. It was no secret that Andrew and I were close; Anna wasn't really friends with either of the girls in her trio. Presley and Hayden were part of Courtney's group, the former was in her core trio. Anna, of course, was so nice and friendly that she got along fine with everyone, but that didn't mean she wouldn't rather be dancing with her close friends.

"That's good! We still haven't decided on a song yet. It's annoying," Anna groaned before adding, "We spent the whole time just talking to Courtney, Harley, Bekah, and Chris. We got nothing done!"

"You guys will be fine," Tara assured her. "How are their duets?"

"Well, Bekah and Chris want to do ballroom," Anna said, trying not to laugh. It wasn't that we didn't respect ballroom dance, but Spotlight didn't really put too much emphasis on it. They put more on during the school year, so Bekah and Chris would have learned, but they weren't that good at it. It wasn't the sort of dance that would help them place in a competition or anything; they didn't have much experience. Of course, it's always good to try and improve, but still, if they want to perform at the recital, they have to put their best foot forward.

"And Courtney and Harley?" I asked.

"Lyrical, romantic thing. I bet James, Andrea, and Claire are trying to set them up," Anna laughed. Of course they were the only other group doing a typical lyrical, romantic piece. It was me and Andrew, and then Courtney and Harley. They wouldn't choose both of our dances for the recital; they'd be too similar. This only gave us more competition.

"I'm pretty sure she has a boyfriend, they're not gonna get together because of this dance," I rolled my eyes. Courtney was dating this guy back home named Kevin Sanchez. He was the only sophomore on our varsity football team last year, and consequently the most popular guy in our grade. It only made sense that the two of them were together.

"I bet she'd cheat on him. I don't think anything makes her too guilty," Bea shrugged before turning back to her chicken.

"Bea!" Anna screamed, knocking my friends' fork out of her hand. "That's so mean!"

"It's true," Bea smiled, picking her utensil off her plate. She turned to me, expecting some sort of a reaction.

"I don't know. It's more likely that Kevin would cheat on her than her cheating on Kevin with Harley," I shrugged. It felt wrong to accuse Courtney of being likely of cheating, even though it was probably true. I looked across the cafeteria at one of the six-person tables that sat her and her trio, Logan, Carter, and Hayden. She looked kind of bored sitting there, her dirty blonde hair hanging down and framing her face. Presley said something and she smiled, looking away from her phone. I noticed that Logan still wore her dance clothes and her hair up; she hadn't showered yet.

"Was Logan with you guys?" I asked Anna. Logan was friends with the group Anna had been with earlier, so I imagined she'd have been there.

"No, I think she and Lucas choreographed their entire dance," Anna shook her head. Well that was definitely more competition. Logan and Lucas were performing the only tap routine, and if they already have the whole thing choreographed, they had so much more time to perfect it. The style itself was an advantage over the rest of us, so they were practically guaranteed to get in.

"Wow, that'll be really good. I'm excited," Tara smiled. She didn't seem to be calculating how their dance could threaten hers. Honestly, it probably wouldn't threaten her routine. Again, Tara Paelford was the best dancer in this program. She and Matthew were going to be beautiful no matter what. They would really have to screw up to not get into the recital.

When dinner finished, the four of us returned our plates and headed back upstairs. Tara was going to meet her roommates outside and invited us to follow, but we declined. Outside meant the Drinking Woods, which we really weren't in the mood for.

Bea, and Anna, and I went back to our dorm and laid down on the plush beds, which we really needed. We were exhausted, but we weren't going to sleep. It was summer, we didn't have time for that. I texted Andrew, who was with Matthew, and the five of us headed out to the open field behind the school. The brick patio faced a small pond and the Woods, where we knew all our friends were partying. But that didn't phase us.

I sat between Anna and Andrew and we looked up at the stars. They were so beautiful out here. The summer air was warm against my skin and Andrew's shoulder made the perfect pillow. We made small talk for a while, but none of us were listening. None of it mattered. Words are for communicating when your bodies can't. We were dancers. Our bodies always could.

We knew each other's mannerisms like the back of our hands. We knew when another person was happy, or upset, or stressed, or scared. We knew just what to say, just how to move, to fix it all. We knew that here, every summer, we held infinity in our palms.