OK so here's my first Bring it On story. I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the movie's directors, screenwriters, editors, etc, etc… Enjoy!
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Alright.
Sweet.
OK, so I'm here, at Nationals, right, and we had just won second place and we were all going insane. Like we had just won first place. First place is the best, it means you're the best, it means your squads the best, second is… second is good, but first is better. So why were we like.to put it in simpler terms, psycho over something we were only just good at? Because we did it all ourselves, no Clovers, no Sparky Palasrty, no cheating, just US. And it felt damn good to be just good.
So we're yelling and cheering and crying, well Carver is anyways, and everyone is happy. We all get up to our rooms to change so we can get ready for the mega huge party that one of the other teams are putting on for us and the Clovers. Courtney of course is taking FOREVER in the bathroom, so I decide to go outside for a while to take in everything, considering I haven't really had time to do that since we got here, what with practicing and keeping Tor focused on something other then my brother.
It really is beautiful here, the flowers are gorgeous, red and white and pink. It feels like I just landed into some painting where the artist just flicked a rainbow of colours onto the canvas. I'm already ready, being the shortest on the squad has some advantages you know, I could easily squish through the growing crowds and scurry past the hyenas to get to the washroom first without anyone noticing. Of course once you lock the doors with the almost silent click everyone looks up stares at the door, looks around for the traitor and starts screaming at you, but hey, I can take 'em.
Breathing in deep I closed my eyes and let the serene sound of the waves lapping against the shore sooth me after the vicious bathroom fight.
"Enjoying the scenery are we?" the voice was deep and soothing. I knew that voice. I turned around and opened my eyes.
"Yea, so?" I questioned smirking at him. He smiled and chuckled. He looked good. Really good. He was wearing a white muscle shirt with plaid red, white and black button up overshirt, a pair of baggy blue jeans and a pair of running shoes.
"You look good" he commented walking over to stand beside me.
Calm, cool, collected.
That was the toal opposite of what I was right then. 'Great' I thought sarcastically ' the first guy to actually comment on how I looked without involving my breasts or body, and I'm tongue-tied. Excellent' I blushed, I tried really hard not to, I really did, but I did anyways. 'Damn Emotions' I thought bitterly.
"You don't look bad yourself." I managed to croak out. He grinned. Great. Now he was laughing at me.
Awesome.
"So you managed to escape the evil masses clumped up in the front of the bathroom?" He turned to look out across the ocean. I looked up at him and grinned.
"Being short has its advantages" He chuckled.
"Never thought I'd hear you say that" He said shaking his head smiling.
"Me neither" I admitted laughing, "not until I met the cheerleading squad from hell" He laughed and turned to look at me and pretended to be hurt. Placing one hand over his heart, he closed his eyes.
"Oh my fair lady, you wound me to my very being" he staggered backwards over-dramatically and opened his eyes and laughed with me.
"Where did you learn slang like that?" I asked him poking him in the chest with my finger. He caught my hand as I was pulling away.
"Did you know that I would give you ten red roses, and have you stand opposite a mirror, and then lean down and whisper in your ear," he leaned in dramatically, only inches from my face, his hand still holding mine. "There you hold the ten most beautiful flowers in the world, but between them, stands the most beautiful." He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly, making my breath catch in my throat. He grinned letting go of my hand and settling back on his heels. He grinned at me and shrugged slightly.
"Les" he said indifferently. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. He suddenly took a red flower out from behind his back and tucked it behind my ear, brushing the stray locks off of my cheek. I blushed again and he leaned down closer and closer. I closed my eyes and leaned in and our lips almost met when we heard Torrance yelling for me in the distance. He pulled away cursing under his breath.
"Miss? Missy? Oh there you are, I've been looking everywhere for you" she exclaimed coming into view. "Oh hey Jan" a look of surprise and suspicion crossed her face when he grinned cheekily at her. She shrugged it off and smiled "come on you two, the party's about to start!" She turned around and ran off, probably to find my brother. Jan looked down at me and smiled.
"Care to accompany me to the balle Madame?" he questioned sticking his arm out. Laughing I took it and we walked off to the party, arm in arm.
This is the revised version of my original story because that one kind of turned into a big mess. My first story ever written. Sigh. Good times. Review!!