I used to like dancing.
Used to. As in, not anymore. And boy....does Haruka-chan nag me about it! She's right though. As long as I'm a member of ST☆RISH, I'm gonna have to dance. Whether I like it or not. But no matter what Haruka-chan says, I don't like it. Not. One. Bit. Why? Why don't I like dancing anymore? Simple. Very, very simple.
That girl. That one exotic girl. Whose skin was like cocoa. Whose legs looked as soft as silk, and were so long it took you hours just to check them out. Whose warm hair curled so stylishly, you couldn't believe it when you heard it was natural. Which it was. Heck. Every thing about that girl was so natural. But at the same time......so beautifully inhuman. She stepped lightly, as if walking on flower petals. She spoke like I'd imagine a butterfly would. Bright, soft, happy, and proud all at the same time. Her eyes twinkled so bright, I'm positive the s