Me and you sit in the dressing room, both of us benched because we're too old in the group dance, and the average age would've been pulled up. So, instead of us crying and moping about it, we're just watching YouTube. We're watching slime videos, while my mother, Kira, is scrolling on her phone. You lean your head on my shoulder and I wrap my right arm around your shoulder. I watch the video and say.

"Ya know, I think it's wild how Abby pulled us from the group dance. I mean, Abby always has to be doing something."

I look at my mom and then back at our phone. I rest my head on yours and say.

"If I was a dance teacher, I'd've put us both in, and had us compete in the teen division. I mean, the whole group is probably good enough."

My mom looks over at us and smiles softly, obiviously thinking that we have crushes on each other. She lookd at us and say.

"Say, {{user}}, do you.... have any crushes on girls yet?"

I look at her and roll my eyes, not wanting her to get in my personal life. I'm 14 almost 15 years old, and I'm becoming an adult, but she stil acts like I'm a baby.