I got dressed and tied the towel around my long hair. Ironically, the towel was pink. The exact one that I gave Hudson.
I left out the sweatpants because 1) I'm going to have to sleep in this and 2) It was an oversized hoodie so it reached till my mid-thigh and the sleeves were too long, which lead to me being perfectly cosy with it.
Anyways, I walked out of the locker room after taking my emergency romance novel with me. I knew I would need it somehow.
So, I walked into the dance studio to see Hudson sitting in a corner and reading Romeo and Juliet. Again.
"You're still reading that?" I raised a brow.
"I'm trying to figure out why they were in love in the first place and why she killed herself for him," he said not even bothering to look up to me.
His hair was still wet so I think he just took a shower right before he came to give me my clothes.
"Hudson, I don't exactly think there's a reason to fall in love," I chuckled.
"You see, I expected something like that from you. All girls just think that she killed herself for him just because they were in love," he rolled his eyes and then looked at me. His gaze scanned me from head to toe.
"What do you think then?" I cocked my head to the side as I sat next to him.
"I think she couldn't live without him. I think that not having her loved one in this world broke her so much that she couldn't stand the pain and killed herself, which I think is sort of stupid since she could've moved on and had a better life. It was her choice and she made a stupid one," he replied. Is it ironic how some of the pain bit relates to me? Their deaths shattered me and I was suicidal for a while but then I think I just got over it. Not only did I feel a lot of pain from loosing them, but I also learned a lot from it.
"Do you want to know my honest opinion?" I asked and he nodded. Ok, here comes the rambling, brace yourselves. "Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet to show us how things could go really really wrong in a person's life. He wrote it to show us just a ruthless plan of fate. Yes, it does have romance in it, but it's a tragedy. What happened to them was their family's and their own fault. If Juliet's family hadn't forced her to marry Paris, and gave her a choice, it might've been different. And like you said, they both had choices. If they weren't so blindly in love, then they could've made different decisions and they both would've survived in the end. Who knows, maybe they could've had a life together. But all their actions were so focused on being with their loved one that they both ended up dead."
"And that's why you're different. You think very differently to most people," he smirked and got up. "Come on, let's go."
"Help," I whined and put both of my hands up for him to help me. What? I danced for 4 fucking hours now so I have the authority to be lazy for a while.
He huffed and pulled me up easily and then pulled me out the door to the studio because I was "too slow".
"Where are we going?" I whined.
"Basketball court," he replied and continued to drag me around.
"Why?" I groaned.
"What do people usually do in a basketball court?"
"I don't know, make out?"
"So, you want to make out now?" he smirked. Who wouldn't want to? Did I really just think that?
"Chill your ego out a bit. I was talking about something that happened to my friend."
"Yeah, yeah, but I bet you've dreamed of making out with me."
"Can your ego get any bigger?" I raised a brow.
He looked down. Specifically at his crotch. "Well..."
"Urgh!" I slapped his chest while trying to hide my smile. Part of me likes this version of him. But it's not like I prefer him this way or anything. I like both version. Both makes me want to know more about him.
He dragged me to the basketball court, then went to get a ball and threw it to me which I caught.
"Do you know how to play this?" he smirked at me.
"No, Hudson. I'm one of those girly girls who doesn't move a finger and only focuses on my looks," I replied sarcastically. "Yes, of course I know how to play basketball."
"Great, let's see what you've got," he rubbed his hands together.
"No fair, you're way more taller. I'm too short!" I whined after Hudson won our basketball match.
"Being short is not exactly a problem. Admit it, I'm just better at it than you," he rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Let's do something else," I suggested.
"Mhm, like what?" he asked, scoring another point.
"I don't know. BUT we've got the WHOLE ENTIRE building to ourselves tonight. Plus, I've always wanted to play in the gymnastics court," I smiled.
"Lead the way," he smirked.
"I don't understand how this is supposed to be fun," Hudson groaned next to me in the foam pit.
"Ok, I expected that from you," I smirked and he raised a brow. "What? You never smile, laugh or really have fun. By the way, why do you NEVER smile?"
"It's because I have a dark tragic past. And possibly a toxic ex who wants to get back with me even though she cheated on me and broke my heart," he sighed dramatically and I burst into laughter.
"And which Wattpad story did you get that from?" I managed to gasp out between my fit of laughter.
"All of them. They're all basically based on the same idea," he shrugged and then threw a foam block at me.
"Ow!" I winced.
"Now it's fun," he smirked and I threw one right at his head.
"Let's make it really fun," I smirked right back.
"Do you surrender?" he asked as he tickled me for the hundredth time.
"Never!" I laughed.
"OK," he shrugged and continued to tickle me harder.
"No- Stop- Please-" I giggled.
"I'm going to give you one more chance, do you give up?" he asked slowly but still tickled me.
"Yes- Please- God- Please stop-" I laughed. He finally let go and we both laid down on top of the foam blocks.
"You lost," he panted.
"No, I gave up," I corrected with a smirk.
"Want to have another round?" he smirked as he raised his hands.
"NO!" I replied immediately.
"Come on," he said and pulled me to wherever it was that he was taking me.
"Where are you taking me? You better not be planning to murder me," I joked.
"Don't worry, you'll be too easy," he smirked.
I scoffed. "Wow, way to make a girl feel special!"
He rolled his eyes and then came to a halt. "I have an offer to make."
"What kind of an offer?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.
"The kind where you end the prank war and apologise to each other," he looked directly into my eyes. It was as if like he could read me or something. His piercing grey eyes bored into mine, as if it was trying to tell me something. A million things.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because..." he said.
"Because why?" I raised a brow.
"Because I don't really want my room to be pink or any of my friends to have their whole lives wrecked. And I may or may not want you to have pink hair or lose the fun out of your life," he said and mumbled the last sentence.
"Deal," I smiled.
"Deal," he said. "Now, come with me." He pulled my hand and continued to drag me to wherever it was that he was taking me. I just hope it's not a final prank...