Biker and the Ballerina | COMPLETE |

Fights and friendships

Play head above water avril lange
Sorry it isn't properly edited

Tracy's pov
I wake to the sound of chirping birds and cool breeze,
I sit up and suddenly feel a gush of happiness, why do I feel so happy.... I shouldn't feel so happy, I get up and start my flexibility stretches and in a second yesterday's event's come to mind, me going to my house, my mom, me crying on the floor, connor,  connor's bleeding arm, connor and I sleeping on the floor, he must have carried me home when I fell asleep. I quickly take a shower and search through my suitcase, I settle on a white  t-shirt and a pair of jeans,It was Saturday and today was the second round of the dance competition and I was extremely nervous, I missed a lot of classes and somehow I was still the
lead.

I went downstairs and found the living room empty, I've been here for like a week and the house is always empty, sometimes its only Anna and I that are home, but today it seemed really deserted...I knock on Anna's door but got no response, so I walk to Connors door and lightly knock

"Come in" I hear him say and I do, he was beside his window, painting, he looked really focused and into it, he was wearing a white apron which was covered in paint,he looked glorious though covered in pain.... I didn't even know he still painted, I looked around his room and felt like I was in an art gallery, his walls were filled with beautiful and artistic paintings

"Wow" I said in awe

"Most of them are mine" he pointed with a proud grin on his face, I couldn't help it and smiled back

"What's this?" I ask walking over to look at what he was painting, it was incomplete so I couldn't really understand what it was

"My greatest masterpiece"

"Oh really, what is it" I ask interested

"You'll find out soon enough"

"I hope so, because i'm intrigued" I say and giggle

"That's a nice sound" he said with a dimpled smile making me blush

I look around and a painting of his mother caught my eye

"Did you paint that?" I ask pointing to the beautiful portrait that was at a far corner

"Yeah" he said quietly..

"Connor, its beautiful" I say my eyes fixed on the painting

"Yeah, but no matter his hard I tried I couldn't capture her real beauty" he said, sounding as if choking on his own words

"Connor -"  I start but he caught me off

"I'm fine" he said with a reassuring smile

"How's your arm?" I ask not wanting to talk about his mother since if clearly made him sad

"Treated" he said and stretched out his injured arm, what time did he have to treat it
"So what are you up to today?" he asked but didn't take his eyes on what he was doing, how could he be so focused and yet doesn't know what he is doing

"I'm going to get nichole back even if I have to beg on my knees and  today's the second round of the dance competition so I have to go for rehearsals"

"That's it?" He asked and I nod, a suspicious smile crosses his face

"What?" I ask

"Nothing" he said that smile still on his face, I glare at him

"Connor what are you up to?" I ask smiling too

"Nothing babe, trust me" he said and just that word made my stomach erupt with butterflies.