DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T E N

I sit in the library on campus, for no reason in particular, other than wanting to be alone. I've given myself some time to reflect on my shitty life. Okay, I guess it's not that bad, I just like to be dramatic from time to time.

I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm glad Josh and I broke up, I think. The more I think about it, the more I see how shitty he treated me. I mean, I saw it before, but I just tolerated it. I realize now that I can do better than that. I'm still sad though, and I don't quite understand why. Maybe because that's how it's supposed to be after a break-up, your supposed to cry and wallow in self-pity, right? I don't know, I don't do this often. I guess I'm somewhere in the middle with my feelings. I'm just neutral.

As I sit at the empty table, doodling random shapes and such in my notebook, my phone buzzes.

Charlie: You're still coming tonight, right?

A surge of happiness shoots through my chest. Charlie has been a little distant since the fight and break-up last week. He still texts me, but has avoided everything that's happened, and I'm not sure why. I'll feel really bad if he's uncomfortable that he was put in that situation, or if he thinks that he's the cause of the break-up. I've been very concerned about it, I don't want to lose my best friend.

Yup, best friend. I mean Camila is my best friend too, but Charlie is a guy, so it's a whole different type of friendship. I've grown to realize that he is a lot more important to me that I thought. I'm so glad to have his friendship. That's why I'm so happy that he texted me about his "get-together" tonight. I just hope nothing has changed and we can still be friends.

Who knows, maybe a party will do me some good. It's a chance to step out of my comfortable shell that I always cower in. Maybe I should use this break-up as a good thing, a chance to blossom into myself.

Me: Of course I am Charlie Otto. I wouldn't miss it for the world!!!!

He immediately responds back.

Charlie: Okay, cool! See ya then.

I decide find a new dance routine while I'm here. One that I can perform without a partner. Now I'll definitely need some practice before that recital.

. . . . .

"Mia move your ass, I need the straightener." Camila elbows me in the ribs as we battle for the small amount of mirror space in our bathroom.

"You know that straightening your hair is really damaging, right? It just fries it right off."

"You literally have your hair wrapped around a curling iron, dumb ass."

We bust up in laughter. Things have been pretty good with Camila lately. We talked about the whole Josh thing, and she didn't pull the "I told you so" card, which I was very thankful for. The only bad part is, we talk about Shawn all the time.

I switch the iron off after I've finished using it, and change into some ripped skinny jeans, a loose grey v-neck top, and slipped on my favorite black converse.

I wait patiently for Camila as she finishes "Making herself look like a snack for Shawn's attention" as she put it. I decide to text Charlie in the meantime.

Me: BOIIIIIIII. Camila and Shawn are already getting on my nerves a little bit and they aren't even around each other yet.

I snicker when I quickly receive a response from Charlie.

Charlie: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. He said he had to make his self look perfect for Camila's attention.

I giggle at the similarities between the two love birds. God, they are so perfect for each other, that it makes me sick.