DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

F I F T E E N

Charlie's p.o.v

My mouth healed up well, with Mia's help of course. I'm so grateful that she stayed and helped me. Thanksgiving came about a week after my surgery, and Camila, Shawn, and Mia all cooked together, preparing us a smalll feast to celebrate together. I tried to help, but everytime I did, Mia made me go sit down and 'rest', even though I felt 100 times better. I still couldn't eat some things on Thanksgiving, but that's okay. I was glad to spend the holiday with my best friends.

Everyday that goes by, I fall a little harder for Mia. She's never out of my mind. Everything she does makes me smile. I've been trying my hardest to not flirt with her, because I know that's the last things she needs right now, but sometimes I can't help it. I give her compliments, or I'll shoot her a wink. She always blushes and rolls her eyes.

In the meantime, Shawn and Camila have become official. They make me gag even more than they did before, always giggling at each other and sucking each others face whenever given the opportunity. I've asked them to get a room a few times and they happily oblige everytime, which is extremely uncomfortable when your in the same house. So, needless to say, I think I'm going to stop doing that.

My Birthday also came and past on December 2nd. Shawn got me some music stuff, and Camila gave me a high five. Which was completely fine, it made me laugh out loud. She even wrapped her hand in a bow.

Mia got me some presents too, but she made me a card with a picture of us and a big paragraph on the inside. She thanked me for being in her life and for being a friend.

I feel slightly friendzoned, but I still loved it.

It's now December 5th, and tonight is Mia's dance recital. The big one. The one that Josh was supposed to be a part of. Now Mia will be performing as a solo act, and she's been working unbelievably hard in her free time.

Shawn, Camila, and I came to watch her. I didn't really want to third wheel with these two idiots, but I'd do anything for my girl, so here I am.

We take our seats and make small talk until Shawn and Camila start face-sucking again and I have to look away before I puke. Finally, after what seems like a fucking eternity, the lights dim and the first act comes out and performs. I grow kind of bored watching all of these people dance. It's always so captivating to me when Mia dances, but with these strangers, I just feel like I'm watching mimes or something.

Then it finally happens, my girl appears on the stage, by herself. She hasn't moved yet, it's probabaly a part of the performance. Camila is bouncing in her seat, gripping mine and Shawn's shoulders tightly. I'm suddenly sitting up straight, all attention focused on the beautiful girl on the stage. The music slowly fades in, and I recognize the song.

It's not the song that Mia's been practicing her new dance with. It's the song that she tried to teach me the old dance with. My eyebrows knit together in confusion, and I glare at the stage when a familiar figure walks across to Mia. Someone who doesn't belong on that fucking stage with her.

Josh.

Dressed nicely in a tuxedo, he saunters over to Mia at a pace that matches the beat of the song. A cocky smirk plays on his lips, and Mia looks like she's shaking in her shoes. I feel the rage instantly boil inside of me, and I want nothing more than to jump on that stage and rip his fucking head off. Camila grabs my face and turns it toward her and Shawn. Shawn grabs my arm from across Camila, and they both beg me to look at them. But I don't, my eyes will not leave her, because if he makes one wrong move, the things I'm thinking of doing to him in my head will become a reality.

"Charlie, calm down okay." Camila whispers.

"Please, it'll be over with a few minutes. You can take care of him then, okay." Shawn says as he grips my arm and waits for me to meet his stare, which I don't do.