DISCLAIMER:

Blake and Andie are freaking Cute together; it just seems so clichéd to put Chase and Andie together. They have everything in common, which is so boring. I mean with Blake and Andie there is that traditional essence of beauty, in that tale as old as rhyme that opposites attract. Besides with Blake and Andie there was obviously so much more passion when it came to him teaching dance and all through those hands on moves, "SQUEAL!" I mean who didn't notice his mischievous smirk when he says, "Yes it's supposed to"? Moving on;

I don't own the Awakening, from the Album Warcraft III (the game), performed by Tracy W. Bush.


SUMMARY:

Blake Collins never understood why friendship was so important he never really needed people to be happy, give him music and a dance floor and he was okay and happy with the world.

Andrea West Loved dancing, it allowed her to be someone else, just for a little while to get lost in the music, but in the outside world she needed to feel she was important to other people.

What happens when your classic Sociopath and happy-go-luck dancer get together and start living together? Absolute Chaos…

NOW THE PLOT IS ALL MINE; THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO WALT DISNEY STUDIOS, TOUCHSTONE PICTURES, OFFSPRING ENTERTAINMENT AND JOHN CHU. THE REST OF THE STORY AND CHAPTERS BELONG SOLELY TO ME 'SAHIBA'. This story is rated M. Please Enjoy.


Pairings:

Blake/ Andie

Moose/ Camille

Sophie – give me a guy for this girl, I actually like her? (Between Hair and Cable?)

Total Words: 8,930.


Chapter One

Losing Gravity


Andie ran through the halls of MSA, in a hurry, frantic worry coursing through her blood.

Oh I am such an Idiot! I mean seriously who forgets every single book they own at a dance studio? It's not like carrying five books is light, it's incredibly heavy especially when placed in a messenger bag. I mean those things can tear up real easy, and here I am, the only human on earth who'd walk home, after hitching a ride with Missy, empty handed. I mean seriously there has to be a point for one to recognize before stupidity takes control over one's senses? Andie sighed, stopping to catch her breath as she reached the third floor; she became acutely aware of music blaring through one of the private rooms, often used by the seniors.

Not that there's anything weird about that, this is a dance school, it would be rather odd if music wasn't being played, although it is curfew. I wonder who could be here so late.

Cautiously walking towards Room 401, where she had An Improp Class this morning, she hated those sessions, with Professor Philippe.

Who ever gave that man a license to teach dance, should be court marshaled?

Pushing the door open quietly, Andie stepped into the poorly lit room, and as her eyes rested on the lone figure in the room, she almost stopped breathing. Frozen in the doorway, Andie stood overwhelmed, by his presence, too stunned to move, she watched the man dancing before her in rapt awe. To say the man before her was dancing would be an understatement. No, dancing would probably be an insult; it seemed more like the music flowed around his movements rather than him moving to the music. Andie stared at the brunette that danced before her. There was an elusive quality about him which was most inhuman, mystical, and almost alien. If she'd believed in fairy tales, she would have thought an angel had descended before her eyes, except he was dressed entirely in black. Black sweats and a black half-sleeved t-shirt that almost looked like it was second skin.

No, angel isn't the right word, more like a devil.

He skimmed under six feet, but his lean wiry build gave the illusion of more height. His hair was dark brown almost black and curled carelessly around a face that had never completely lost its boyish charm. His mouth was full and finely sculpted, almost beautiful.

If men, can be, considered beautiful.

Judging by the music, it was a romance, he danced almost as if he was a prince, yearning the touch of a forbidden enchantress. Unaware of what the characters actually were, Andie watched him as he moved, almost hypnotized. Each move vibrated fiercely in his flesh and blood. To accommodate him the music was exuberant and athletic. Almost as if he were challenging an invisible dancer; he demanded, and 'she' defied. Now and then a toss of the head or a gesture was employed to accent the mood. The late summer sun poured through the windows, patterning the floor. Drops of sweat trickled unheeded over his limbs. His movements were fluid, Andie stopped thinking and just watched; a swift flutter raced over her spine, distracting her from her very thoughts as the rhythm with which he moved made her blood pound. Listening to the music she paused.

This is music that comes from the heart.

The sun's rays fell over his hair and his hands—long, narrow hands, fluid limbs that seemingly could express more with a gesture than the average person could with speech.

He looks so alone! I wish there was something I could do?

The thought sped into her mind unexpectedly, catching her off balance. She careened right into the door, just as the last note fell. Surprised the boy world around, almost losing his balance.

Not Boy… Man!

"I-that was, I-mean, I'm sorry!" Andie bowed low in apology stuttering to get the words out in her nervous haste she began rambling, "I'm sorry if I interrupted I didn't mean to, although I'm not sorry I intruded, I mean that was amazing! God you really know how to move", moving away from the door, Andie walked to the speechless man, who practically stood dumbfounded before her, with an odd expression, "I mean to say you were dancing, no way could anyone call that dancing, that was ethereal. I mean wow, what I wouldn't give to move like that. By the way, my name's Andie West". Andie stopped talking as silence greeted her words looking up she saw the man blink at her, nodding her head and steeping her fingers she pouted, "You okay?" she asked cautiously, "I mean you're not mad at me, for gate-crashing your routine or anything? Cause, well I said I'm sorry", she murmured quietly, the fight leaving her instantly, "I'm gonna go now", she pointed to the exit, as she moved; she spotted her messenger bag by the stool that held the CD player. "Hey that's my bag!" she exclaimed happily.

"Yes", a voice answered as Andie moved to get her bag. Spinning around Andie, came face to face with the brunette, staring into chocolate orbs. The brown eyes were fixed on her unwaveringly. His lashes were the color, of the darkest shade of his hair, he had bottomless eyes, clear as glass and the dancer's ability for complete stillness, his eyes bore through hers, even as she watched, them slither over her face as if trying to understand who she was, his eyes held her, even as they travelled lower, and as he stood there sweat dripping from his face, she swallowed as her eyes watched the tiny droplet travel, into the collar of his T-shirt.

Wow, he sure knows how to take 'HOT' to a different level!


Blake danced as his anger coursed through him, the pain he felt at every turn almost left him handicapped, being unable to mute the sounds of hatred echoing in his heart, he increased the volume of the song blaring through the speakers, he allowed the music to engulf his senses completely. Letting go of his fury, he allowed the music overtake everything.

Desire.

Blake rolled the word around in his mind.

Is that what I saw in their eyes?

The thought had warmth creeping under his skin. Then like a splash of ice water, he remembered their eyes that morning.

NO. No desire, no anger, no disapproval. Simply nothing.

For a moment, Blake felt the need to remember why he wanted their approval, no, needed it. He stopped as soon as he felt the hurt, the dismissal as though he had been cast adrift… Music swelled into the room. Dancing was all he had left, he let his emotions go; letting them wash through and over him. This time Blake allowed his imagination to move him instead of his fury. The music was fast, building the mood.

((Author's Note: if you wish to truly understand Blake's feelings as he imagines' this woman, listen to Awakening by Tracy W. Bush)).

He was a prince in love with a witch, fiercely proud, deeply passionate. It was an erotic dance with a basic sexuality in the steps and gestures. Closing his eyes he let his mind conjure the thought of a woman who had left her hair down for the evening, as she rested against a tree, standing as she saw him, it flowed over her shoulder to swing past her elbows, with an impatient move she tossed it back. It lifted, and then settled behind her, black and thick. Her face, like her frame was small and delicate, but her features weren't even, her mouth was generous, small and straight, her chin a subtle point. Though the bones in her face were elegant, the deep brown eyes were huge and slanted catlike. The brows over them were dark and straight. An exotic face, she had beauty in it that stilted his thoughts. There she stood in the undergrowth of his land, barefooted. A woman who would defy him at every turn, someone who would drive him crazy and who would with a doubt turn his live around.


((Author's Note, if you read the above slowly, until the time reaches 01:57, Blake is swaying entirely captivated with what he's imagining, the image of the woman, arouses feelings which forces him to defy gravity in all its limits)).


Imagining there was a great deal of close work, bodies brushing, and eyes locking he felt the very real pull of desire in her scent. His blood began to hum with it, Eagerly as if to burn out what he was feeling he executed the soubresauts, trapped somewhere between the truth and fantasy. Arabesque, pirouette, arabesque, pirouette, Blake turned and lifted and bent to the feel of the music, as if it were commanding, his dance was rigorous as always. Small intimate details drummed into his skull ever since he was a child, overflowed through him as the music gathered inside his soul.


((Author's Note: And at exactly this time-frame of 03:25, is where his feelings lose control and his mind remains blank, just simply feeling and moving to the rhythm of the song. Please Note there are no words)).


He did want 'her' and was no longer sure that he was feeling only as a 'prince' or if his heart was really searching for this. He touched her, drew her, and always she retreated—not running away but simply standing on her own. The music built. He spun further and further away from her, each rejecting the attraction. He leaped apart, but then, as if unable to resist, came back full circle. Back toward her and past, then, with a final turn, as if they were in each other's arms, but still not within the embrace. The music ended with a tinge of sadness as if it wanted to express the very loneliness in the embrace, as the 'two' wrapped close, together, face to face, heart to heart…

Just as the last note fell, he heard a resounding crash echo in the dance studio where he stood catching his breath, whirling around his eyes arrested on a young woman, standing in the doorway she wore a flowing light green halter dress knee-length dress, the flowing skirt accentuated her hips, her hair tumbled in soft curls around her shoulders, before he could think or try and say something, even ask her who she was, she began speaking. The voice held him captive, in its richness and vibrant tenor, soft and independent, cautious and exuberant all at the same time, she began apologizing and then her words tumbled out in a rush as if they had a life of their own. As she walked towards him, his breath caught in his throat, she was beautiful, not as enchanting as the witch he had envisioned, but there lay raw beauty in her movements, a dancer's build.

Blake unconsciously stared at her, he felt as if he knew her, the need to ask who she was arose in him, yet again before he could form the words, she was already introducing herself, "-. By the way, my name's Andie West", the name rolled around his mind, before the remembered who she was, he blinked at her.

She's Andie West? Wow, she's Beautiful in that rare, hot passionate kind of way!

Lost in his thoughts he missed her immediate reaction to her introduction, silence echoed as he stood watching. As she pointed towards the door, and moved to leave, Blake started as one thought flashed through his mind in urgency.

MOVE!

"Yes", he heard himself answer as she spied her bag in the corner and moved forward to retrieve it, unconsciously mirroring her movements and following her, as she changed direction to reach the footstool, that held both her bag and his CD player. As if surprised to hear his voice, she spun around rather abruptly, forcing them to come face to face with her. He watched as her eyes darkened and as his eyes moved to the slender of her neck, he saw her swallow.

In Fear? Is she afraid of me? I need to move away!

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind Blake Stepped back quickly, Blake turned away, "I'm sorry! It-you just surprised me, that's um…all". Indicating the bag that lay hanging from her shoulder he continued, "Yes, that's your bag, I mean, I didn't know it was yours, I was planning on taking it down to the lost and found section, but since it's yours, uh… good…you found it, my name's Blake, by the way", abruptly stopping Blake moved to his bag, that lay on the opposite side of the room, he unzipped it to remove a jumper. Pulling the grey jumper over his head, Blake tried to ward off the blush spreading across his features.

Why am I even blushing?

Shaking his head, and combing his hair through with his fingers, he sat down and pulled on his Nike trainers, tying his shoelace, he barely paid attention to the woman before her, not that he wasn't completely aware of her every move.

…..


Andie smiled, he was kind of cute, even though he stood on the other side shrugging into a grey jumper and refused to make eye contact with her, "I do apologize for the intrusion", she spoke sincerely enough still oddly aroused by the dance, he performed. "There really wasn't much of an interruption, I already stopped dancing by the time you crashed against the door, although why you crashed is an entire mystery to me", he tilted his head looking up to her, confusion coloring his voice with curiosity. Andie laughed sheepishly, "Uh… yeah about that, I had an odd revelation as I watched you dance", she murmured, moving forward to sit on the bench he sat on. "Oh? What revelation would cause you to suddenly lose balance?" he asked blandly. Andie sighed, "Don't get angry, but when I listened to your music and watched you dance, it made me think you were lonely", she answered staring at the window on the opposite side of the room.

Blake looked up in shock, "I would never have pegged you for a psychic", and he smiled, even though his voice was drenched in a sharp acid of bitterness. "That's not what caused me to careen into the door, though", Andie began to clarify. Puzzled Blake turned to her, "Well… the reason I fell against the door, was due to what I thought straight after interpretation, okay don't really, don't be mad, okay… I just felt, or well wished there was something I could do, to ease the loneliness", she explained, a blush forming, which quickly changed to surprise, "That's a first", he said with absolute certainty, shocked Andie turned to look directly at him. Blake sat in absolute awe, "I don't think anyone's ever thought that about me", turning to her he grinned, "hell that's possible the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Thanks". Surprised Andie murmured, "You're welcome".

Blake laughed, "I'm wondering is that normal to wear, before dinner", he asked indicating her dress. "Not that you don't look beautiful, quite ravishing really, but uh, I don't think I've ever seen anyone wear a dress as beautiful as that, with Converse trainers, before", he teased playfully. Andie blushed, abruptly forgetting to ask what he meant by 'that's a first'. "Oh shut up! I borrowed them from a friend. I well, as we've established forgot my book-bag, and well, I didn't really have anything to do at her Birthday Barbecue, well things like that bore me to death. And I figured I'd get started on some homework, only to realize, 'Oh shit I don't have my book bag', so here I am, tossing off these really painful to wear high heels, and putting on the first comfortable shoes, I can find, and tearing out of there like a woman possessed. I managed to placate the birthday girl, hitched two bus rides, and came to school dressed like sleeping beauty, allowing people to see I am a girl, only to run through halls, and careen into doors", she huffed out in mock annoyance.

Blake laughed, "I reckon you have to be the first girl, I've ever met who hates parties", he muttered as he took a swig of water from his bottle, handing it to her absently. Andie took a few good swigs, and muttered 'thanks', as she handed it back, "I don't hate parties, no… quite the opposite really. I love dance parties, actually letting the music flow through me, surrounded by friends and potential dance partners, it's something else, entirely. Although I love Missy to death, her constant need, to throw a barbecue every second Sunday, only to hook me up with one of her cousins, is a tad irritating, okay no wait a lot irritating", she groaned.

Blake laughed as he stood up, "Well, uh…I really should get going, I'm usually home at around nine, and well I live eleven miles away from here, so if I leave now, I'll be able to reach home quicker", he explained shortly. Andie joined him, "Ten miles? Wow that's far, not that it's any of my business, but until we part I'd like to uh…get to know you, is that alright". Blake blinked at her, "Uh yeah I don't mind, people usually tend to avoid me, you really are different, but well, won't your friends miss you, it'll take some time, I have a duty to lock up after hours, a that's like all the rooms, and stuff", he explained offhandedly as he went around the room closing the windows, and switching off the lights. Andie watched him, "Well then it'll go faster if there are two pairs of hands to do all these chores", she smiled at him. Blake grinned, "Thanks I appreciate it, I'm usually the last person to leave MSA", he said. Andie quirked a brow, "Yeah what's up with that?" she asked, "I mean is this like a senior duty, or something?" she wondered aloud as they went to the next class, checking all windows and doors.

Blake answered her blandly, "or something works, it's kind of complicated", he shrugged, his voice held a hollow of pain, Andie narrowed her eyes, ignoring it she climbed a small stool to close the air duct, above the door. "Hmmm… guess I'm lucky I'm a junior, then". Blake laughed, "One more year and you'll turn into a senior, you know". Andie cringed, "No way!" she pouted. They went through the school locking up and laughing over mundane details. As they neared the double-door exit Blake looked at her in shock, "Hey I just realized its four o'clock; I imagine your friends are waiting for you". Andie flinched, "Ah…yes, well I guess this is where we say goodbye, it was nice meeting you Blake", she held out her hand, Blake took it and with one firm handshake, let go. "Yes, it was nice meeting you too", turning he locked the double doors, and pocketed the key.

Andie observed the act, and asked, "What time do you get to school?" surprised Blake answered, "around six". Andie gasped, "Really? Why?" she asked shocked. "Who on earth would want to wake up that early?" she mumbled to herself. "I do, well actually I wake up at around four, after I sleep at ten thirty, there's not any traffic that early so I reach school pretty quickly", he grinned at her. Rolling her eyes heavenward, Andie shook her head, "Oh you poor… poor man, you haven't lived a fulfilling life have you? I know why don't we, trade places you can go to Missy's barbecue, meet hot Spanish girls, and simply live. And I can go to your bed, and sleep!" she announced happily. Blake laughed, "You really are dreading the trip home aren't you?" Andie nodded sheepishly, yet before she could say something her phone beeped.

"Breaking Benjamin's Follow Me?" he asked smirking at her. Andie scowled, "its Missy's ringtone, I mean I like the song, but this song simply fits her", Blake nodded hiding a snicker. "Hello", Andie answered in growing trepidation, almost cringing as the voice shouted over the line, 'HOLA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?' 'Missy' Andie mouthed, Blake nodded, still smirking, Andie rolled her eyes, "I'm coming, I'm coming, chill I just ran into a friend, and we got talking", she tried to explain, Blake looked up as she said the word, 'friend', and unknown feeling swarmed over his senses. 'LISTEN HERE; IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, WHAT KIND OF BEST FRIEND ARE YOU? DITCHING MY BIRTHDAY TO HANG OUT WITH SOME MSA CHIKA-LITTA?' she shouted, Andie flinched, biting her lip, she mumbled a quick apology to Blake, who shook his head in indication that it was alright. "First of all it's not a chika-litta, what the hell is that even? Second of all he's a guy, and third of all, would you please stop shouting!" Andie begged quietly a she pressed to fingers to her brow, massaging her forehead. 'APOLOGIES. Now get your ass over here I wanna introduce you to-', cutting her off with a groan, Andie hissed, "I really am not in the mood, for this okay, I'll come on the condition you stop hooking me up with your cousins", sighing tiredly, she prayed for some patience. 'He isn't my cousin, and after the whole scene with-', "Don't!" Andie's voice shook with suppressed fury, her voice ice-cold, "Don't even go there, I don't wanna hear it", 'I'm sorry D, but it's time to move on', Missy's voice shook over the line. "I'll be there in twenty minutes, bye", Andie hung up before Missy could say anything else. Sighing she closed her eyes.

Blake watched the girl in front of her, she looked like she was in pain, suffering a mild migraine, it wasn't helping that whoever 'Missy' was, was trying to scream her eardrums deaf. Sighing he pulled his bag on his shoulder, adjusting the strap, he looked up as the woman standing next to him, stiffened, her voice shifting from exhaustion to anger instantly. As she hung up he watched her features contort with pain, her eyes were closed and she appeared to be breathing in rhythm. Reaching for her messenger bag, he lay a hand on the small of her back, "Come on, I'll drop you off, you're entirely too overdressed to be waltzing on buses", he steered her towards his car. Andie bowed her head, swallowing back the tears that threatened to form, she nodded her appreciation.

Andie mumbled the address as they reached his car; she looked up as he opened the car door, "Holy Shit!" Andie exclaimed, taking a few steps back and crashing into his chest, "This is your car? You can't drive me home in this!" she exclaimed turning her head to face him. Surprised by her sudden closeness, Blake stiffened. Andie oblivious to Blake's inner torment continue to rant on the disadvantages to drive into her neighborhood, in a ride like his. "It's okay", he answered her, reassuring her nerves, and he pushed her onto the passenger seat of his two-seater. Andie tumbled clumsily into the car, as Blake pulled the seat-belt over her, grazing her sides gently.

"It Is Not Okay", she began only to pause as he closed her door, and jogged over to the other side, as he slid onto his seat, she looked at him in bemusement, momentarily forgetting what she wanted to say, he looked oddly sexy behind the wheel, sweat still clinging to his face, around his neck and his hair glistened with the moisture, he threw his bag under his seat and started the ignition, the soft purr of the engine, shook Andie out of her dazed stupor, shaking her head, letting her hair, tumble around, she continued, "Are you kidding me? This is a Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren! Interesting shade of metallic blue, by the way, though still, how no-one has stolen this car yet, I mean parked in broad daylight like this, and really I mean W-O-W?" she ended her mid rant stretching the last syllable per syllable as she peered around at the interior of the caramel leather. Blake grinned at her, "Water?" he asked, handing her his water bottle, Andie nodded mutely as she reached for it gasping at the sensation that went through her as their fingers met.

Blake started the car, and drove down the lane, "I am surprised though, you actually recognize the model", Andie scoffed, "Just cause I'm a girl does not mean I don't understand the difference between cars and models, and stuff", she answered him, "but seriously how has this beauty not been stripped bare parked here of all places?" she asked wonder evident. Blake chuckled, "No one would ever dream of stealing this car, which would be almost surreal, they'd have to consider I'm normal, before they render such unspeakable upon me", he simply answered, vaguely. Andie sighed, "Why do you always say that?" she asked softly. Understanding her almost hidden question, Blake sighed, "People consider me very anti-social, I don't have any close friends. When I talk to people, they often get the wrong idea, my being blunt and straight forward, puts them off. I don't get along with my parents, and live alone, my one and only sibling, doesn't like me much either, in his words I'm old and boring", he grunted somewhat accepting somewhat bitterly. Andie sighed, "I wish they'd see who you really were then", and she quietly fiddled with the radio. "Why would you say that? It's not like you know me either", Blake asked sharply. Andie smiled, "No, that's true, but the little I've gotten to know you, it's incredibly refreshing to meet someone like you. It's enough for now, I mean we've only just become friends right?" she stated. Blake smiled, his eyes shone, "Yeah… we're friends". He mumbled oddly. Andie kept smiling for the rest of journey; even as no words, other than the occasional direction, were spoken it was a comfortable silence.

Blake drove reasonably slower than he normally did, eventually reaching a neighborhood that seemed homely and inviting, better than his penthouse-suite apartment. He stopped at a house that lay dressed up with lights, "I guess this is Missy's place", he asked out loud staring at the trees, which stood on either side of the double lawn, strung up with garland's of light. Andie snickered, "Yup, this is the entryway to hell!" she grinned weakly. Blake chuckled, "It can't be all that bad", and he smirked at her slowly. Andie sighed, "Come inside and see for yourself", pausing Andie looked up, startled Blake quirked an eyebrow nervously, "Hey that's an idea! Come with me, I'll introduce you to everyone, you'll like them I swear, and you can keep me company, oh please do come!" Andie exclaimed happily, hope danced in her eyes. Blake shook his head, "I can't. I'd love to accompany you anywhere, but I can't go to someone's house like this, it's not something I've ever done, I'm sorry", he apologized gently. Andie sighed, "It was a long shot", looking up at him she smiled widely although the smile, didn't quite reach her eyes, "Thanks for dropping me off", Andie unbuckled herself and climbed out of the car, slowly. Blake sighed helplessly, "Wait!" Andie turned around cautiously, "I-well I won't come in, but I can still keep you company", he began. Confused Andie mouthed a confused how, to curious to actually ask, "Your cellphone number", he clarified. "I'll take your cell phone number, if you'll give it to me, that is", Andie nodded, "Yes definitely", rattling off a series of figures, they exchanged cellphone numbers. "Thanks again", Andie exclaimed happily, closing the door she ran up the drive away, turning back she waved once more and slipped inside. Blake let his breath out, not entirely aware he even had held his breath at any point before. Smiling he restarted the car and drove away.


Blake cursed heavily; it'd been only thirty minutes that he had parted ways with the vibrant young woman, and he already missed her company. As he sat in his car and waited for the lights to change, he contemplated the look in her eyes, when he left her outside Missy's doorstep.

Talk about being clingy! I mean how stupid am I exactly? There has to be a limit before the brain beeps, 'mate you're making the wrong decision'. Stupid! Stupid! STUPID! A young vibrant woman, who for some odd inexplicable reason sees me, and enjoys my company, invites me a complete stranger to her friend's birthday party, and what do I do? The incomprehensible moron that I am, go ahead and say; No. 'It's not something I've ever done'? The word Idiot definitely comes to mind! Oh and exchanging cellphone numbers? What am I eight? Not entirely a bad choice but still… I could've been with her, enjoy a few more moments of her company… what do I do, I act like a geeky toddler and drive away…

Closing his eyes, he made a quick decision, performing a quick U-turn; he drove back the way he came. "Maybe if I'm lucky I won't look like some kind of desperate fool in front of her".

The chances of that being, almost impossible!

Blake drove past a young woman, wrapped up in a long coat carrying a heavy sports bag, also sporting a familiar messenger bag, hitting the brakes; he reversed, only to see Andie walking down the road, a complete forlorn expression dancing vividly across her features, driving forward he made a small U-turn and followed her, drawing the windows down, he poked his head out, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that walking alone, could be very dangerous?" he asked. Andie whirled around, "Blake!" And as she did so, a single tear rolled down the side of her face. Blake's heart throbbed painfully, stopping the car, he simply gestured for her to get in, opening the passenger side door.

Andie nodded and slipped into his car, wiping away the tears, that had begun to fall, grabbing her hand, he turned to her, "Stop! Let them go, it's okay to cry, you know", he murmured softly. Andie nodded sheepishly unconsciously tightening her grip she cried, letting the tears fall, Blake gathered in his arms gently as she sobbed against his shoulder. He held her has she shook in his arms. They stayed like that wrapped in each other for what felt like eternity, yet were simply a few moments. Finally having stopped shaking Andy pulled away from his embrace embarrassed, "I'm sorry about that, but", she sniffed; puzzled she turned to look at him through tear soaked sockets, "What are you doing here?" Blake grinned weakly, "I came back to take you up on your offer", shrugging helplessly he restarted the car, and drove down the lane, remembering a coffee stop, somewhere up ahead. "Good thing I did too, if I hadn't turned around, God knows what could have happened to you. Come on, I'll buy you a coffee".

Andie shook her head, "No, I just want to go and sleep. Are there any good motels around?" she asked as exhaustion seeped through her. "Motels? Don't you have a home?" Blake asked. Andie sighed, "Not since my mother passed away. I live with my guardian Sarah and her son Charlie, but they're out of town for the weekend, and the house is closed off, due to termite infestation. I was planning on staying at Missy's place but we had a bit of an argument. So I left, as you can see, I'm back in these seriously uncomfortable heels, and with no options available other than a motel". Andie mumbled staring down her lap, the view to her feet obscured by the sports bag, sitting in her lap.

Blake bit his lip, "You know I may be considered the worst friend on earth by most people I've ever met, but if you don't mind my abstract sincerity and promise that I'll be very good, scouts honor, why don't you sleep with me", stopping he swallowed, staring at the windshield, he hurried on, "I meant—sleep at my place, I have two guest bedrooms, Trust me, there's a lot of empty space, and-", "I couldn't do that, suddenly cause trouble for you", Andie exclaimed worriedly. "It isn't any trouble. Look until your guardian comes back, you can stay at my place. It's relatively a large place to stay in, it's a double storied apartment, I kind of bought two apartments, and refurbished the place up according to my needs but that's just me rambling", pausing he looked at her, "Look, we both are MSA students, right?" at her nod he continued, "so, we'll be travelling the same way, and you don't even have to worry about my wake up time, we can wake up late, I'll drive you to and back from school, it's really only two days, for now to change my schedule. So really there are few disadvantages, and other than the waking up time, everything else can be readjusted. Although if you don't want to, at least give me someone else's address, I really don't wanna drop you off at a motel", he said glancing over at her parlor, that apparently was washed pale.

Blake waited patiently as she seemingly gathered her thoughts, "Okay, I wouldn't mind staying over at your place, and since tomorrow's Sunday anyway, I guess neither of us have to wake up early", she answered him. Blake grinned, "Great. You look exhausted why don't you rest for awhile, hell you can sleep I don't mind, the drives rather long", Andie nodded quietly, "Thanks", she said tilting her head back, she closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. Blake let go of her hand slowly, and concentrated on driving, looking at the digital clock, in the radio he sighed, as he read the time 6:05pm. The only sounds emanating from the car were her breathing and the music, by Tracy W. Bush's Awakening, Blake started as Andie's head fell on his shoulder. Turning his head slightly he spied a soft smile gracing her features, he smiled gently and let her sleep, rested on him.

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Andie cautiously crept around the corner as soon a she closed the front door, "Going somewhere?" a voice tinged with anger and a bit of something else asked. Sighing heavily Andie stood her ground, even though she didn't turn around, "Uh, well I was planning on changing my shoes", she indicated the Converse trainers. "Uh-huh", Missy walked up behind her, "Why don't I escort you to them then?" Andie sighed, "It's your birthday, don't you have guests to entertain?" she asked warily. Missy grinned a shark-like-grin, "Yes, it is my birthday, and people can wait", "who dropped you off in that slick ride?" she asked sweetly. Andie inwardly groaned, "Just a friend", she answered vaguely as they reached Missy's room, kicking off the trainers, she sat on the bed, pulling the dark green Stiletto's to her, she began the rhythmic detail of strapping the excruciating weapon, designed to make women, look taller onto her sore feet. "Hmmm… is he hot?" Missy asked. Andie rolled her eyes, "Let's just go to this party already", she sighed tiredly.

Andie walked to the door only to realize that Missy had not followed her, turning around she saw Missy leaning against her desk, a thoughtful look on her face. "Oh God! Now what? Let's go already", she waved her hands towards the door with an exaggerated flourish. Missy shrugged, "I'm just curious", Andie prayed for some more patience, "about what?" "Why you didn't answer the question, is this friend of yours hot?" Andie growled low, "What difference does it make, look if you aren't coming I'll just go on my own", Andie huffed out angrily spinning around she trudged out of the room, angrily walking the down the steps, she scowled as she waltzed into Missy's backyard.

I mean seriously what's up with her and pulling the whole Spanish Inquisition on me, oh talk about the irony! I mean what the hell? One minute she's passing me from one eligible bachelor to another, and now, she's asking me if Blake is hot? Why on earth couldn't I answer that in the first place, it's not like it's a secret, he is effing hot.

Shrugging in absolute confusion, Andie grabbed the first guy she saw, and began dancing. Not even aware what dance she moved to, or what music flowed around her, Andie simply allowed her mind to take over, and as if on auto-pilot she danced.

After a few different dances and a multitude of different dance partners who she couldn't even remember, Andie stepped off the dance floor, grabbing a glass of punch; she walked back up the stairs to rest for a little while. If she had been a little more aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed two people following her into Missy's room.

Andie started as he heard the door slam shut behind her, turning slowly just to get her bearings, she became aware of two things, one; the punch was obviously spiked, and two she was not alone, given that she now stood in a room with both Missy and a dark skinned woman staring at her, the former with her arms crossed and the latter wore an equally disgruntled expression. Sighing Andie sat down, the alcohol having begun taking an effect, "Is this some sort of intervention? And since when have you and her been all buddy-buddy again?" she asked wearily, too exhausted to actually care. Missy sighed, "Come on D, its over, why can't we be friends again?" she asked petulantly. Andie sighed, "Don't care either way. If you don't mind, could you please leave I need some sleep", she mumbled falling back on the bed. Missy made a strangled sound, and almost shrieked, "YOU can't sleep in a dress like that!" she all but yelped, jumping to stand before her. Andie cursed, standing she slipped out of the dress, standing in just the heels and her underwear, she sat back on the bed, "You happy now?" she tossed back. Felicia, snorted, "Oh that's priceless!" Andie smiled temporarily forgiving the dark skinned woman, closing her eyes against the sharp glare of the bedroom light, she missed Missy's expression of hope.

Man, what did they spike that punch with, Acid?

"D, are you listening to me", Missy pushed her shoulder, teetering off balance Andie fell against the bed, lying down, with her feet on the floor, she blinked at the ceiling. "Not really, what was it you'd said?" she asked nonchalantly. "Look the streets were last year, already, come on already, it's been a year, let it go, let it all go, the rest of f us have made our peace, even Felice's made her peace. Can't you move on, everyone else has? What happened was unfortunate, and yes we're still angry but things were rocky from the get go. You have to learn to forget about him". Andie flinched. Closing her eyes she tried to erase the pain that washed over her. Felicia stepped forward, "Look D, I am sorry I guess I was both jealous and a little irritated to lose you, to those MSA crowd", she tried to explain. Missy crowded forward as well, "I know he hurt you, look you have to forget about him", she tried again. Felicia, knelt down at her head, "Missy's right, moving on is healthy, you can't keep going on like this, dancing through the pain, till you're so exhausted you can't even think straight", she advised gently. Missy stood off to the side, "It was a natural disaster you and—" Andie stood up, anger and fury pumped through her blood, stream, "Don't go there Missy, I'm warning you! And you-" she turned to Felicia, "MSA is all I have left, don't you dare try to corrupt that". Staggering as her fury stemmed a bit, Andie crashed into the closet, "D!" Missy yelled, catching the dizzy nude brunette. Steering her towards the bed, "Look I care about you, all I'm trying to do is help you move forward", she held her hand.

Exhausted Andie listened to the two girls offer various pieces of advice in one form or the other. Pain assaulted through her, Andie grew tired her head pounded ceaselessly, finally not able to withstand anymore verbal torture, she stood up, moving to the closet she pulled out a big sport's bag, rummaging through it she pulled out a mid calve long black coat-cum-cloak, pulling it over her nude body, she pulled her hair back, tying it into a loose ponytail, she zipped up her bag, and stood up. Gathering her senses, and forming some sense of control she stood without swaying.

Hell, do they ever shut up?

Finally no longer able to listen to the drivel the two girls continued spouting Andie stepped forward, and snapped, "Stop! Just stop!" closing her eyes at the onslaught of sensation caused by her sudden movement, Andie shook her head to clear it, "I've had enough. Missy I really don't care who you choose to be friends with, whether you want to get back with the 410, or be with Felicia, when I'm not there, by all means feel free, but don't expect me to follow you. I left that part of my life behind, I made some new friends, people who actually care and understand why dancing is important to me, and it's just not a hobby. I live for dancing, to the point of yes, it being an addiction. You could never understand all the hard work I put in. I want to prove I'm better than just average; I want to push all the boundaries and find the pinnacle of perfection, not just find it I need to achieve it".

Steadying against the door, of the closet, she breathed deeply, "and about him? That's ancient history. One would think it's impossible to avoid him at school when we're in every single class together, but trust me, it's achievable scarily so, and hell, I really don't care about him anymore. Believe it or not Missy, I have moved on, I just don't want to get into another meaningless relationship anymore. I want to pass my exams, dance and live, the way I used just no longer driven by the same goals. My priorities have changed".

Missy sighed, "But you don't have to prove anything anymore, least of all to us", she murmured softly, biting her lip. Andie sighed painfully and, "I have everything to prove, to myself", she answered simply. Felicia steeped forward as she stood up, "Look I know a simple apology doesn't excuse the way I acted towards you D, but I still want to be friends again. Look, you really don't have to forgive me yet, but we can still be acquaintances via mutual friend can't we?" she begged piteously.

Andie sighed, "I don't know Felicia, I just I need time", standing she pulled herself together. Missy pressed forward relentlessly unaware of the hidden fury still present and raw. "If you have moved on, why you won't at least start dating again, you don't even need to get into a relationship. Just I don't know, go out, have fun, live outside the dance studio once in awhile. This Pinnacle of Perfection won't be achieved if you kill yourself trying to reach for it".

Fucking hell, here we go again!

"Andie my friend Jason Alfredo, is a good guy he's a dancer as well he'll understand your passion better than anyone else, jus at least meet him", Andie grit her teeth, "Missy stop, I told you I'm not interested in getting into a relationship", she muttered dispassionately, cold fury accenting each syllable in a silent warning, Felicia sighed, in understanding however before she could stop Missy, the woman, oblivious of the silent warning ploughed on obstinately, "That's what I'm saying don't get into a relationship, just you know meet up for coffee or something". Closing her eyes Felicia waited for the eruption, cringing as Andie lost control, "ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT! I swear one more word and I'll leave". Missy huffed, "I'm just looking out for you", Felicia stepped forward and put a hand over Missy's mouth, "shut up", she hissed. Missy struggled against Felicia's grip, for her slightly smaller build, she was insanely stronger, pushing Felicia away, she ranted, "Where the hell would you go anyway, it's not like you have a home to go to", Felicia slapped her forehead jumping back onto Missy, warning her to stop talking before she said something too rash, "Missy seriously shut up!" she hissed wrestling with her as they tripped over each other. Andie watched the tousle briefly, blinking in shock, almost as if out of her body.

What did she just say?

Missy however pulled back to glare at Felicia, "Why! Here I am only trying to look out for her; and what does she do, shoot down every suggestion I have. No seriously where would you go D?" glaring at the brunette standing against the closet, "You don't have anywhere to go, Sarah's house is closed off due to bugs, your Mom's house has been sold, you already broke up with him, so you can't go there, None of the other's will take you on such short notice, because someone's already sleeping with someone else, and Moose's is out of town. You're not even considering being acquaintances with Lecia, so how can you even ask her? There's my place, but it isn't good enough for you. Why? Because I don't understand how important dance is to you? Why 'cause I'm not a good enough a friend for you because of the company I keep? Or is it because you've just lost touch with reality and is simply trying to hide behind your dance? Tell me where you will go, who would care for someone who doesn't care about anyone or anything else except dance!"

Silence greeted her words Felicia smacked her head again staring at Missy her eyes conveying the message loud and clear. 'Look at what you've done, Idiot!' Blinking Andie nodded once, directly at Felicia and picked up her sport's bag, messenger bag and grabbed her kicks, and the few toiletries that lay scattered about, pulling the door open she slipped out, before closing the door Andie answered Missy, "I don't know where I'll go from here, but I promise, I'll never ever burden you again with all these feelings you have for me. I've never questioned our friendship, and at the same time I have never ever asked you for anything because I never wanted to burden you with my problems. I wanted to save you the pain, obviously I was wrong. Don't worry Missy it's none of the above, I just can't live with someone who can't even respect my privacy. I choose to be alone, not because it's safer, simply because I don't wish to burden the people I love". Closing the door softly, Andie ran down the stairs, sighing in relief as she met no one, Andie ran out the front door, and down the street, emotions welling up inside her.

Slowing down Andie looked up to gather her bearings, she had run out of the neighborhood, and down the road for a good ten minutes, looking around she noticed there were no taxi's around, Groaning Andie walked down the road.

Guess I'll be able to grab a cab once I get on the main road.

Pulling the cloak tighter around her body she readjusted the straps on her sport's bag, pulling it over her right shoulder, allowing it to rest diagonally across her torso, and lay against her back, pulling it forward, she unzipped it to shove her trainers into it. Contemplating the heels she wore, she wondered if changing out of those heels would be better.

Maybe not. I really don't feel like changing on the side of the road, even it is just my shoes.

Andie let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Pushing her shoes into her overflowing bag, she zipped it back up. Pulling her messenger back that carried her books, and now her wallet as well, Andie tightened her grip on the bag. Closing her eyes briefly she warded off another headache. Opening her eyes Andie resumed walking.

Current Destination: Unknown!

Smirking despite the situation she currently found herself in, Andie couldn't help but laugh.

Trust Missy to break it down for me. I mean seriously way to go Andie! At making loud statements you definitely get the cherry on the cake… Choices, choices, absolutely zero choices. Fantastic!

Only I would walk away from a warm bed to prove a point, I could have simply swallowed two Tylenol tablet's and pulled the blanket over my head, but what do I do, oh Nothing much, just leave the only person who'd have offered any kind of comfort, even if she was smothering me with all kinds of guys!

The day just keeps getting better and better; first being forced to dance a duet with the king of all Jackasses, the prick of all romances, the back-stabbing son of a bitch, the bastard king! Second; forgetting my own book bag and rushing to a school that looks hauntingly eerie after hours. Talk about creepy! Thirdly; Meeting an incredibly sexy guy only to push him away with all my incessant rambling and obviously planting the image of 'weird chick who invites random strangers to random parties', oh yeah if that wasn't off putting at all, I would bet a million dollars against it. Seriously what are the chances I'll ever see him again? I mean even if he took pity on me, and exchanged cellphone numbers, with me, what are the odds I'll ever see him again? Zero!

Andie felt her throat close up, squeezing her eyes tight; she forced the tears back, a lump formed in her throat as she walked on, oblivious to the metallic blue sports car following her. Pondering her very bleak future Andie's heart stopped as she heard the words, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that walking alone could be very dangerous?"

It can't be!

Whirling around Andie turned around only to see Blake's heading poking out of the window, relief seeped through, exclaiming his name, "Blake!" Andie unconsciously let a single tear flow down the left side of her cheek.

Blake took one look at her and silently indicated her to get in, her reprieve intensified by ten and Andie slipped into the car, as she tried to wipe away the tears away, Blake pulled her hand away and told her to let go, sagging in relief, Andie cried, as he pulled her into a loose embrace, she grabbed his sweatshirt and cried till there was nothing left in her to feel, exhaustion seeped through her.

Blake offered her to take her to his place or at least a friend's place, feeling she answered almost sub consciously, Andie mutely begged for some sleep, her head was throbbing painfully, finally agreeing on a single destination, Blake ordered her to get some sleep, almost weeping in relief again, she closed her eyes and dozed off, lights flashed beneath her lids, groaning softly, Andie fell against a sturdy yet soft surface, resting her head against the strange curve she fell into deep sleep, barely aware of the music she had heard this afternoon, playing through the car softly. Andie smiled in her sleep, as she dreamt she was dancing under an open blue sky…

Goodnight Blake…

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