forum Hold me closer, tiny dancer (o/o) (Closed)

Started December 20, 2021 by @emilyevewrites group

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"Sounds good to me… you don't mind driving, right?" Rowan followed Eve outside, still holding the ice to his wrist for now.

"No, of course not," Eve replied. She made her way down the stairs quickly, making sure Rowan was keeping up behind her.

Rowan kept checking to make sure they weren't followed, and then got into the car once they reached it. "Alright… I think we're good."
(If you ever wanted to throw Preston in for any reason feel free to control him, he's basically a random NPC lol)

(Kk!)

Eve nodded and slipped into the driver's seat. She shut the door and let out a deep breath. "We're good," she repeated, if only to convince herself it was true.

"Let's get in and out of the doctor as quick as possible, then. It'll be best to not spend too much time there…" Rowan sighed softly, looking out the window.

"Good idea," Eve replied as she pulled away from the curb. "I'm sorry… again."

"It's fine. It really isn't your fault." Rowan smiled weakly and closed his eyes, trying to relax. "Preston is just a jerk."

Eve pressed her lips together. "It's not just that… He's friends with my crazy stalker ex I told you about." She winced as she said the name she swore to herself she would never give another thought to: "Christopher."

"Well, I know, but him not liking me isn't your fault. I don't even know your ex personally." Rowan shrugged. "You can't blame yourself for him beating up on me. He's just mad I'm better than him."

Eve glanced over and smiled weakly. "You are," she agreed as she looked back at the road.

Rowan smiled a bit and laughed softly. "Hopefully I'll be healed up before the competition. I don't think I can compete with a brace on."

Eve nodded slowly. If Rowan wasn't ready by the competition, she didn't care what he said, it would be her fault. She drove swiftly, and after a few minutes, she pulled into the parking lot.

Rowan got out of the car once Eve parked and headed inside with her to check in. They had to sit in the waiting room for a bit, but it wasn't too long before they were allowed back.

Eve stayed by Rowan's side the entire time. The guilt was practically eating her alive.

Eve wasn't allowed in the room while Rowan was being checked out, but he wasn't in there for long either. "He says it's mostly bruised, but there is a mild sprain, so I need to ice it and be careful with it."

"Alright," Eve accepted the news. "I'll take care of you until you heal." She blinked and shook her head quickly. "I didn't mean it like that…"

Rowan flushed a bit at Eve's response, but laughed weakly anyway. "Ah… thanks. We should probably head back home now…"

"Alright, let's go," Eve stated firmly, heading swiftly toward the exit. "I don't like doctors…" she added under her breath.

"Yeah, me either… at least I'm still on my parents' insurance." He sighed and got into the passenger side of Eve's car.

"I was close to becoming one," Eve remarked, shutting the door on her side.

"A doctor?" Rowan asked to clarify, buckling himself into the seat.

"Yes." Eve replied simply as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Huh. Why did you decide not to?" Rowan asked curiously.

Eve's grip subtly tightened on the steering wheel. "I didn't decide. I wasn't good enough."

"Ah… I'm sorry." Rowan replied, his voice soft and sympathetic. "Dancing is the only thing I've ever been good at, I think, but since it's the first thing I ever showed any interest or talent in, I was never really allowed to pursue anything else. I don't know if I'm good at anything else, or if I even want to be doing this in the first place."

Eve listened intently. "I was good," she whispered. "One of the best. I thought." She inhaled and lifted her chin as she did so. "But obviously not."

"I think you're pretty good." Rowan smiled weakly. "Every once in a while I wonder if this is actually my dream… do you ever feel that way? Feels like I'm just doing what they want me to do."

"I was talking about being a doctor," Eve laughed quietly. But at Rowan's question, she looked over with the most serious expression she'd even had. "Yes," she breathed.

"Oh, sorry… I guess it's comforting to know I'm not the only one who feels that way, though." Rowan laughed weakly. "But I don't know anything else. What else would I do with my life?"

“Well…what else are you interested in?” Eve asked, stopping and turning left.