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we all fall down- part two

"Yeah," Alex said, rolling her eyes. "Really. Now what do you want to talk about?"

Magnus seemed to relax a little at her response. "Well, I was thinking... you know how they're tearing down that old theater by the mall?" He gestured vaguely in the direction of the theater, which was indeed set to be demolished in a few weeks. "I've always loved that place. I used to go there with my mom when I was little, and she'd take me to see all these old movies. It's where I really fell in love with film."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Why? It's just an old building."

"No, it's not," Magnus insisted. "It's got history, you know? And I think it's a shame that they're just going to tear it down and put up another stupid shopping center. I mean, what's the point of that?"

Alex shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe because people like shopping?"

Magnus laughed, but it was a humorless sound. "Well, I guess we can't win them all." He paused, then smiled at her. "So, what about you? What do you like to do?"

Alex considered the question. She'd never really thought about it before. "I don't know," she said honestly. "I guess I just... I like to draw, and I do pottery.”

Magnus nodded, seeming genuinely interested. "That's cool. Do you show your stuff anywhere? Like, enter it in contests or anything?"

Alex shrugged. "Not really. I mean, I guess I've entered some stuff in school contests, but they're not like big deals or anything." She glanced around again, feeling self-conscious about their conversation. "Why? You interested in seeing my art?"

Magnus smiled. "Sure, why not? I'd love to see it. I mean, it's not like I'm going to steal it or anything," he added with a nervous laugh. "I'm not some kind of art thief."

Alex couldn't help but laugh at that. "Alright, well... I guess I could show you sometime. But you're not going to judge me or anything, okay?"

Magnus raised his hands in surrender. "Of course not! I'm not a critic or anything. I'm just a guy who likes art, that's all." He paused, then asked, "So, what do you want to do after high school?"

Alex thought about it for a moment. "I'm not really sure. I've thought about going to art school, but I don't know if I want to leave this town. I mean, what would I do here?"

"Well, you could always start your own business," Magnus suggested. "You know, open up a studio or something. There's got to be people around here who'd appreciate your talent."

"Maybe," Alex said doubtfully. "But I don't know if I'm ready to take that kind of risk." They lapsed into silence for a moment, watching as a group of kids danced past them, their faces flushed with excitement and laughter.

"Hey," Magnus said, nudging her with his elbow. "Want to dance?"

Alex looked at him, surprised. "What? No way. You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," he said, grinning. "I'm totally serious. Come on, it'll be fun." He held out his hand, a tentative expression on his face.

Alex hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took his hand. As the music started, they began to dance, slowly at first, but gaining confidence as they moved. The others around them seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of them, swaying to the music.

"So," Magnus said, his voice barely above a whisper, "tell me more about this pottery thing."

Alex laughed, her cheeks flushed from the dancing and the closeness of him. "Well, I mean, it's just something I've always enjoyed doing. I like taking clay and shaping it into something new, you know? It's... therapeutic, I guess."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as they continued to sway together. "I can see that. It's sort of like sculpting, isn't it?"

"I guess so," she replied, her voice matching his soft tone. "But pottery is more about function, I think. About making something useful, something people can use in their everyday lives." She paused, then added, "Kind of like how music can make people feel something, or how a good story can take you away from reality for a while."

Magnus smiled, his gaze still locked on hers. "I never thought about it that way. You're right, though. Art can be so many different things to different people. It's amazing how one piece of work can mean something completely different to someone else than it does to you."

They danced in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the music. Around them, the party continued to swirl, the music growing louder and more intense as the night wore on. But for these few moments, it was just the two of them, sharing something special in a world that often seemed to care little about either of them.

"Hey," Magnus said, breaking the silence, "want to go somewhere quieter for a bit? Maybe get some punch or something?" He offered her his hand, his expression a mix of nervousness and hope.

Alex considered his request for a moment, weighing the desire to be alone with him against her fear of what people might think. But something in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, made her want to take the chance. "Okay," she said finally, placing her hand in his. "Lead the way."

They threaded their way through the crowd, navigating the sea of bodies with practiced ease. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally found a quieter corner of the room, near a table laden with food and drink. Magnus handed her a cup of punch, and they stood there, sipping in silence for a moment, taking in the warmth of the liquid and the closeness of each other.

"So," Magnus said, clearing his throat, "tell me more about this pottery thing."

Alex laughed softly. "Well, I've been doing it for a while now. My family owns Fierro Cermaics,” Her face fell a little, “But it’s not like it used to be. They make it for the sales. That’s all they care about.” She grit her teeth.

Alex had a flash of a vivid memory. She had just gotten done with a piece, and her father saw it. “Trash!” He threw the pottery on the ground, “That’s all it’ll ever be!”

“Alex?” Alex saw Magnus snap his fingers in front of her. She allowed herself to pull away from the memory and focus on him.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Magnus smiled gently. "I was just asking if you'd ever considered showing your pottery to people, maybe selling it or something? You're really talented, you know. It'd be a shame not to share that with the world."

Alex looked away, her cheeks flushing. "Thanks, but I don't know. My family doesn't really support me, and I'm not sure I could do it on my own." She took another sip of her punch, the liquid burning its way down her throat. "Besides, what would people think?”

Magnus frowned, the expression making him look older than his years. "Well, I think that's kind of the beauty of it. You don't have to be like everyone else. You can be whoever you want to be, and do whatever you want to do. If people don't understand that, or if they don't support you, then that's their problem, not yours." He paused, then added, "I mean, I'm not the most popular guy in school, either. I could understand if you wanted some company, you know? Someone who gets what it's like to feel a little different."

Alex looked up at him, surprised by his words. There was an intensity in his eyes that she hadn't seen before, and it made her feel both uncomfortable and strangely comforted at the same time. "I..." she began, but didn't know what to say.

"Look," Magnus continued, "if you ever want to talk about it, or if you want someone to help you figure out what to do...I mean, I'm here. You can always come to me, okay?" He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer, almost pleading. "Please?"

Alex looked into his eyes and saw something there she hadn't expected to find: a genuine care and concern for her wellbeing. She felt herself wanting to believe him, to trust that he would really be there for her. But at the same time, she was scared. Scared of what might happen if she let herself get too close.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper. "Thank you."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the music and laughter around them fading into the background as they focused on each other. Alex couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence, like she could finally breathe again after holding her breath for far too long.

Magnus smiled, seeming to sense her unease. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to. We can just enjoy the party, you know?"

They turned their attention back to the party, but Alex couldn't help feeling a sense of relief at having someone to talk to, someone who understood what it was like to feel different. As they moved through the crowd, Magnus introduced her to several of his friends, all of whom seemed genuinely nice and welcoming.

Later, as the night wore on, they found themselves on the dance floor, moving together to the rhythm of the music. Alex was surprised at how well Magnus danced, his body moving fluidly and confidently against hers. She felt a thrill course through her as they swayed together, the music and the movement making her forget all about her worries and her fears.

When the song ended, they paused for a moment, breathless and flushed from the dance. Magnus met her eyes and smiled, his face barely inches from hers. "You know," he said softly, "I think you're right. It's better to just be who you are, and do what you love. People can be so narrow-minded, they miss out on the best things in life."

Alex felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke. She didn't know what it was about him that made her feel this way, but she knew she wanted to spend more time with him. Maybe, just maybe, he was right. Maybe she could find a way to be true to herself and still have someone by her side.

As they continued to move through the party, hand in hand, Alex began to feel a sense of hope and possibility she hadn't experienced in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, things were about to change for her. Maybe she was finally on the verge of something wonderful.

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