N / A: I don't own Step Up and none of its characters.

I was reviewing the movies this week and decided to write, to enjoy and practice my English. I hope you enjoy.

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The friendship came so easy between Moose and Camille that he often wondered how he could live without it. Camille was most often the opposite of it. Moose was agitated, Camille calm. Moose was disorganized, Camille organized anything. Moose was outgoing, Camille was shy.

And perhaps it was precisely for all the differences that they completed. They joked about her telepathy but was simply knowledge. They knew each other so well, they knew the mood of another without having to ask. Years of friendship had resulted in this, their fights were rare, but when they occurred were definitely serious.

Moose was sorry to have missed it for its participation in the World Jam and Pirates. It took a lot of time thinking about why it had omitted the situation, and reached the simple conclusion that he was afraid.

Dancing was very important to him, it was something natural, almost a necessity. And Camille had given up dancing, though she tell him that was why it was not good, Moose disagreed, Camille was good just needed a little more training. The truth was that dance wasn't have the same important to both, dancing to Camille was just a diversion, a hobby.

And Moose was afraid that he had to choose between dance and Camille, and it was somewhat ironic that his action has made it really happens. He had lost the dance, and Camille. He sighed and rubbed his eyes trying to re-focus on your word physics, a double hugged a few meters from him, and Moose watched.

It was while he was thinking about the possibility that he and Camille can be something else. Something more than friends, and their fight made him realize that missed her too much, and she had feelings beyond friendship for her.

He took the little postcard with a picture of both. He smiled slightly at how he looked strange in the picture, but Camille was still beautiful. He picked up the phone and quickly dialed the number he knew head and hoped she would answer your call at this time. Were only two days they had quarreled, and Moose felt as if they were years since he heard her voice.

"Hi" Her voice soft made his heart quicken.

"Camille, is the Moose," he whispered, then he realized how stupid it sounded. It was obvious that she knew who was. "Can we talk? I can go in your house this afternoon?" He knew his voice sounded desperate, but he was desperate. Seem long minutes as she answered.

"Yes" he let out the breath he had not realized he was holding.

"Thank you Camille. Thank you." He thanked earnestly before hanging up. Then returned to the text, your renewed energy by the rush to finish reading and can finally meet her and set things right.

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I apologize for any English error. English is not my native language so it's a great effort to write in another language.