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Hailey couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at his dramatic state. In all honesty, they were both in the same boat. Her ankles ached just thinking about her next dance class.
“Ice. Lots of it. And crying.” She answered that without skipping a beat, leaning over the other armrest of the couch with a soft groan. Her legs felt like they would snap off any minute.
“But…it’s worth it in the long run, right?”
“Ice for chewing, or ice for bodily harm?” Dumb question, probably. It’s ice for chewing, Rowan, don’t be dumb.
“I’m really surprised at how hard this is on me, man. Like. It’s not hospital-worthy, but it sure as hell feels like it.” He let himself fall back against the couch, a huff of air exiting his lungs.
“Geez, Bee. I have a whole new respect for you. Doing this crap, and then dealing with me? Hails. Babe. You’re so good.”
"Ahm...both actually. You'd be suprised what us ballerinas have to dance through." She grimaced at the painful memories that came flooding back to her. Cracked toenails..broken toes..and let's not even mention the whole stair incident. Ouch.
Once he flopped down, the female hopped beside him, making sure not to fall on top of him. He sure looked like he was beat.
Poor baby.
At his response, her cheeks burned ever so slightly. Been dating since freshman year of high school and the littlest things he did still made her jump.
"Oh shush, dealing with you is dream. At least, when you're behaving." She replied, nudging his shoulder.
"Besides, you get used to it after a while."
















