Luke walked up to his friend's house and rang the doorbell. She answered the door.

"Luke, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Kait, she left me," he told her. She let him and sat him on the couch so he could talk to her. "She found another guy."

"I told you before that she was no good," she said, "She uses guys and doesn't care about how they feel. She is a slut."

"And, it took me a year to figure that out," he said with a sigh. "Why am I so blind?"

"You're not blind. It takes a long time to get to know someone and to figure out who they really are. Take you and me for example," she began, "We were two people who hated each other and now we're like brother and sister always looking out for each other. You're the older brother who looks out for me and I'm the younger sister to help you figure out girls."

He smiled. "If it wasn't for the five years between us, I would ask you out in a heartbeat," he told her, "Let's go do something. I don't want to mope around here all day and have you get mad at me."

"All right. Where to?"

Luke took Kaitlin out to lunch. They sat there joking around and acting like brother and sister. They've been friends since Kaitlin was born, which was sixteen years ago. Luke was five and always took care of Kaitlin. He was a surf assistant coach for the Playa Linda High surf team. He went to that high school and was the best surfer during his high school career. He came back to teach the new surfers and give them pointers on how to become better than they already were. Kaitlin, on the other hand, was a dancer. Luke's mom showed Kaitlin the road to dancing when she was two and she loved it. She continued to do it. She became so good that some celebrities wanted her as one of their dancers. She said no to all of them because she would rather teach young kids how to dance instead of earning the money everyone else wanted to earn it.

"What are you working on at dancing?" Luke asked Kaitlin once they ordered their food.

"We are going over moves for Britney Spears's 'Overprotected'. I think I'm going to die once we're done learning it. That's how much it hurts to do it. We have to rehearse for five hours a day until everyone gets it. And then, we have to get filmed so that a tape can be sent to Britney and she can pick the girls she wants as dancers when she comes here to Playa Linda for her tour."

"What happens if she picks you?" Luke asked.

"I might say yes because she only wants dancers for one performance. And, that performance will be held at the arena. Since it's only one performance, I might say yes."

"You amaze me," he said. "Why do you have to rehearse for five hours a day, though?"

"It has to be perfect," she said, "Everything has to be perfect."

"I bet you have the dance moves down and the way that they want it."

"Unfortunately I do. But I still have to rehearse."

"I don't see why a guy your age wouldn't go out with you," he said.

"Huh?"

"You're amazing. Look at your body. You're as skinny as can be, you have abs, and you're pretty. You're smart, athletic, a dance freak, fun to hang out with, funny, fun to be around, and an amazing person."

"Guys my age don't care about that," she said, "They only care about getting jiggy wit it."

He laughed. "See," he said, "You're funny."

"You're only laughing to make me feel stupid."

"No I'm not." He looked at her and watched as she played with the straw in her drink. "What are you doing today?"

"I have dance until seven. Then, I can go home and sleep for hours."

"Did you want to do something after you showered and all after dancing?" he asked. "The coach and I are treating the surf team to a victory party. We defeated our rivals and we're treating them to something special. Everyone can bring one guest and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me."

She thought about what to do. She would be dead tired after dance, but, Luke needed her that day. She sighed. "Okay," she said.

"I owe you," he said, "You've done so much for me throughout these sixteen years. I don't know how to repay you."

"Don't piss me off tonight and we'll be even," she said.

"Deal." They both smiled.

Luke walked up to Kaitlin's house that night to pick her up for the victory party for the surf team. Her mother answered the door and told him that she would be only a few minutes.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bailey," Luke said.

"You're welcome, dear."

As Luke talked with Kaitlin's parents, Kaitlin walked into the room. Luke looked at her and noticed that she looked dead.

"Maybe you should stay home," he said, "You look awful."

"I told you that I would go to the party with you. I'm going. I know you don't want to be alone."

"You owe her since she's doing this," her father said.

"I know," Luke said.

In the car, Kaitlin rested her head against the window.

"Are you sure that you want to go?" he asked.

"Yes. Stop asking that question."

He looked at her and saw her eyes closed. A song came on the radio making her whine. She reached to turn the song off. Luke smiled because it was Britney Spears 'Overprotected' that she was shutting off. They got to the building where the party was being held. Kaitlin looked to find that it was the place she was at for five hours a day.

"Luke," she whined, "You didn't tell me that it would be here."

He looked to find the dance studio. "It's not there. It there," he said pointing to a building across the street. It was at a place where all of the teens hung out.

"Thank God," she said getting out of the car. Luke followed her.

They walked inside and saw most of the guys from the surf team there. They were all hanging out, talking about the surfing meet, and were enjoying themselves.

"Hey, Luke," a guy said.

"Hey Lucas. What's going on?" Luke asked as they shook hands.

"Nothing really. I'm just waiting for Bradin to get here," he said. He looked at Kaitlin. "Isn't she kind if young to be dating you?" he asked.

"Dating?" Lucas and Kaitlin yelled.

"We're not dating," Kaitlin said.

"Yeah, man. She's like my younger sister," Luke told Lucas.

"I see. Bradin my man!" Lucas yelled walking up to someone behind them. Kaitlin turned around to find a guy five inches taller than her with blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes. He smiled at her.

"Where's your guest?" Luke asked.

"She didn't want to come. She thought this was stupid," Bradin said.

"Then, she's not the one for you," Lucas said.

"I know," Bradin said with a sigh.

"Kaitlin!" a female voice yelled.

Kaitlin turned around to find a girl from her dance class there. "Susan!" she yelled as they hugged. "Long time no see," she said making them both laugh.

"I know. What are you doing here?" Susan asked.

"I'm here with Luke. What about you?"

"She's here with me," Lucas said placing his arm around Susan's shoulder.

"Oh. So, this is the boyfriend I've heard so much about," Kaitlin said.

"Kaitlin," Susan snapped through her teeth.

"What?" she asked innocently. "He should know if you talk about him, especially since it's every time I've seen you since you began going out."

Lucas looked at Susan and kissed her.

"Get a room," Kaitlin said walking away.

Luke looked at the three teenagers that were around him. He saw that Bradin watched Kaitlin walk away. Luke followed Kaitlin. They sat down at a table. Another girl walked up to them.

"Kaitlin," she said sitting down next to her.

"Hi, Sara," she said weakly. Kaitlin hated Sara more than her own life.

"Some of the other girls were wondering if you and Susan would dance for us," Sara said.

"Ask Susan," Kaitlin said, "If she says yes, then I'll do it."

Sara got up and left to talk to Susan. Luke looked at Kaitlin.

"Don't say a word," she said knowing that he wanted to say something, "I just want to show Sara that there's more to me than hating her."

Sara walked back up to Kaitlin. "Susan said she'll do it," she told Kaitlin before leaving again.

Kaitlin hit her head on the table and groaned. Luke patted her head to tell her that it would be okay. She got up and walked over to Susan. Then, they walked to a stage that was there.

About half an hour passed since the girls walked back behind the stage. Bradin and Lucas joined Luke at the table he was at with Kaitlin before she left with Susan. The lights dimmed and music began. Two girls took the stage and began to dance to the song 'Overprotected' by Britney Spears. Towards the end of the song, the girls got sprayed with water just like in the video. All of the guys loved it.

The song ended and the girls were given towels to dry themselves off with. The audience gave them a standing ovation. They walked up to the table where Lucas, Luke, and Bradin were.

"You both were awesome," Lucas said.

"I think I'm going to go home," Kaitlin said as she placed a hand on her forehead, "I feel like crap."

"I'll drive you," Luke said moving to get his keys.

"Don't," she said, "You can stay and party. I don't want to ruin your night."

"You won't ruin my night," he told her, "I insist that I drive you home."

Kaitlin didn't wan to argue. She just threw the towel onto the table and walked out of the hang out. Luke said bye to the rest of the people and followed Kaitlin.

"Kait!" he yelled when he saw her walking past his car, "Kaitlin!" he ran up to her and grabbed her arm. "What is going on with you?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said, "Go back and have fun."

"I would have fun if I was around you. If you feel like crap, I'll take you home. I don't want you getting kidnapped or anything at this time of day."

Kaitlin walked to his car and waited for him to unlock the doors.

The car ride was quiet. Luke spoke up. "What is wrong with you?" he asked. "You've never been this bitchy."

"It doesn't matter," she said.

"It does to me," he said, "I care about you and want to help you. Before you danced, you were happy and yourself. I didn't think dancing made you like this."

"It doesn't," she said.

"Then, why are you acting like this?" he yelled.

"Fuck off," she said trying not to yell due to the pounding of her head.

"Answer me!" he demanded.

"I told you to fuck off!" she screamed, "It doesn't matter and never will!"

"It does matter goddamn it!" he shouted, "I want to know what's wrong!"

"Well, it shouldn't! No one else cares! You shouldn't either!"

"I'm not everyone else! I care! I should be caring about someone who has been there to help me through those hard times I've had! You deserve to be cared for!"

"I hate you," she said quietly.

"What?" he asked looking at her.

"I hate you," she said looking back at him, "The only time you actually care about me is when I act like this. You never ask me how my day was or how I'm feeling or anything like that. I never got a thank you for anything I've done for you."

He looked away and back at her.

"Luke!" she yelled.

The phone rang at Kaitlin's house at two in the morning. Her mother groaned and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Bailey?" a male voice asked.

"Yes."

"Hello. I'm Doctor Martin from Playa Linda Hospital."