#GoodGirlBadBoy by Yesenia Vargas

Author:Yesenia Vargas [Vargas, Yesenia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yesenia Vargas

Thirteen

Emerson and I walked toward my house. A car passed us by here and there, and the only light came from the street lamps or those from businesses or houses.

The farther we got from downtown, the less businesses we passed and the more apartment complexes and houses popped up.

The more I thought about it, the more I decided that it was a good thing I had missed the bus. Now we could talk about our project. “So I was thinking,” I began, “that maybe we could do some kind of fundraiser like the P.E. class is doing.”

Emerson gave a “hmm.”

“They’re doing a car wash or something. What if we did something like that but more of a dance thing?”

That got his attention. “A dance thing? You realize there’s only two of us, right?”

I nudged his shoulder. “Duh. I was thinking we could make it a community event. Invite the whole town. Back in Wisconsin, people would do dollar dances sometimes.”

Emerson lifted an eyebrow. “Dollar dance? And you’re from Wisconsin? So does that mean you lived on a farm or something?”

I nudged into him a little harder this time. “No, I didn’t live on a farm,” I said with a laugh. “I don’t know how to milk cows either.”

Emerson smiled. “Really? Because I was trying to picture you milking a cow or feeding chickens or something.”

“You’re impossible,” I replied. “But anyway, we can do a dollar dance. Members of the community can donate a dollar or however much they want to dance with a senior citizen. Or one of us. We’ll have safety pins available so people can pin their donations to us. What do you think?”

He exhaled loudly. “I don’t know, Harper. Are you sure you want to charge people to dance with you when you’ve got those two left feet?”

My mouth fell open, but I smiled, knowing he was teasing. “Okay, Mr. Dancing Expert. Just because you can waltz or whatever.”

He smiled kind of sheepishly. “Actually, I don’t just know how to waltz.”

I stopped, and he stopped too. “So you do all these skateboard tricks—”

“It’s called parkour,” he said. “Skateboard parkour.”

Once again, I felt speechless. “Skateboard parkour?”

I wasn’t even sure what that meant, but really, I was just impressed with how much he could do. Meanwhile, my talent was watching Netflix movies on repeat and making the perfect batch of popcorn.

“But yeah. I can dance. My older sister loves to dance, and she would always make me be her partner.” He shrugged again. “So I got good at it.”

“Same sister who has a garden?” I asked. I’d only heard about his brothers.

He nodded, and we continued walking. “She’s the oldest of all of us. She has a baby that’s a year old. But she’s a single mom.”

“Wow,” I said, trying to picture him dancing as a kid. “So what kind of dancing can you do? My mom can’t dance to save her life, so I never picked it up either.”

He looked down at the ground as he talked. Which was too bad because the night sky was so much better to look at.

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