I'd like to explain this story. Basically, there's a scene to which one-by-one everyone is admitting to each other that they like them. And no, Angela won't be in this story, because she doesn't fit in and I don't want to break the pairings. After all the scenes have been made, I'm going to write a separate story, where these confessions are scattered about in the story. Understand? Good!

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Kathy

"Hi everybody!" Maya screamed excitedly, receiving a few murmured hellos, nothing compared to her cheerfulness though. She waved enthusiastically, her bright gaze falling onto the fuming, stern barmaid in the far corner. She contemplated whether she should go over there or whether she valued her life. Naturally, her dainty feet made their way over. Maya stared at Kathy cautiously, taking her steps warily.

"What d'ya want?" Kathy snapped, narrowing her piercing yet dazzling emerald eyes.

Maya bit her lip, twirling a strand of her blonde hair. "I wanted to know if you were okay!"

"I'm okay, so you can go away."

"But, you don't look alright!" Maya persisted, "Anyway, why aren't you working?"

"I am allowed a freakin' break!" Kathy shouted, jabbing her shoulder, "I work every night y'know!"

"Oh…?" Maya squeaked, "How was I supposed to know… I mean, sorry!" She garbled, twiddling her thumbs anxiously.

"S'all right…" Kathy grumbled, casting her head down. "What are yer doin' here anyway?"

"Watching Selena's performance!" Maya squealed eagerly, clapping her hands.

"Yer what?!"

"She's a good dancer…" Maya muttered quietly.

Kathy narrowed her eyes. "Hmpff. Whatever. I've got customers to serve." She said briskly, shoving Maya aside.

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Owen grinned widely when Selena waggled her bum, swaying side-to-side.

God, that girl was so darn attractive.

Something stood in his view, and he quickly did his best to look around it.

"Excuse me?" A familiar southern-accent called impatiently. "Hello?"

He nodded, refusing to give the woman eye-contact as he watched Selena dance beautifully.

"Care tuh look at me?" The person persisted, standing in his eye range.

Owen's head snapped up, whilst he narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"It's me, Kathy?" She scowled, placing a hand on her curvy hip. "Or have yer forgotten me already?"

Owen cracked into a large smile, "Nah, I wouldn't forget ya, Kat." He insisted, he pointed to the other chair next to him, "Sit down!"

Kathy hesitantly shook her head, but returned his warm smile with one of her own. "Nuh-uh, gotta serve people." She explained, pulling out a notepad.

"Ah well… would you mind moving a little? I can't see Selena's performance…" Owen asked, giving her a big grin.

Kathy glowered down at him, "No way, I ain't movin' any time soon."

Owen lost his cheeky smile and frowned. "Why not? I came all the way to watch it, after all."

"So yer not here fer your drink?" Kathy asked, raising her blonde brow.

Owen rolled his eyes, "Nah, whadda you take me for?!"

"A heavy drinker?" She suggested with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, thanks." Owen thanked sarcastically. "It's not like I come 'ere every night or something…" Owen trailed off and winked at her. "But still, I want to watch."

"Of course yuh come 'ere," Kathy laughed, "Yuh have nothin' better tuh do." Then she scowled, "Why do yer want tuh watch? Is it cos yer thinkin' she's pretty fine or somethin'?"

Owen chuckled at her, "Why? You jealous or something? Ya know, you could do so much better then me."

"So what if I am?" Kathy grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Wow, I got a pretty girl after me!" Owen grinned, and stood up. "Want to give me a kiss now?"