I don't own Another Cinderella Story. This is an idea I've had for a while-what if Britt had claimed the zune? Please R&R and tell me if I should continue.

Not good at goodbye

They had been going out for a while now.

Ever since Britt had lied, had pretended to be "the one" for Joey Parker. Ever since then, Britt and Joey had been going out. She still was the one, as far as he was concerned. Everyday he came over, his hand fit into hers, every time they hugged, Mary's heart shattered into a million more pieces.

He didn't even know the difference between Mary and Britt-he was probably just glad that he hadn't been dancing with a freak. A freak like Mary. That's all she could tell herself as she laid in her bed, crying. Because crying was normal for her now. He would never understand-Joey Parker was somebody that she never wanted to see again, but at the same time she was so in love that anywhere else but at his side was the wrong place to be.

A knock on Mary's door awoke Mary from her sleep. She had fallen asleep crying, she realized, as she got herself out of bed. She wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks before walking over to her bedroom door and opening it cautiously. There stood Joey Parker. Her breath was caught in her throat. She didn't know what to say-she wanted to hug him and tell him that she loved him, but at the same time she wanted to slam the door and never see his face again. She came to an agreement with herself.

"H-hi," she managed. He flashed her a smile, sliding his hands into his pockets as he did so.

"Hey, do you know where Britt is? Sorry to bother you, or anything."

Britt. Of course that was why he was here. Why not? Mary bit her lip and shook her head, trying to hide her face as she was afraid that she would begin to cry again. "I thought she was with you," she spoke quietly. He probably thought that she was crazy. Not that it mattered.

"She said she had to go somewhere for a second-is this where you live?" Joey had looked past her, into her room. Mary glanced back and gulped, nodding as well. He took a step into her room, smiling at the walls. He noticed a poster of one of Mary's favorite dancers.

"You dance?" He asked, turning back to her. Mary blushed a bit. "Yeah...a little."

"Maybe I could give you a few lessons sometime," he said, smiling. Mary's breath caught in her throat. "Maybe," she said. "If you weren't too busy with Britt." He laughed a little at this.

"Would you care to dance?" His words shocked Mary, as though it were just another one of her dreams. "I-I would love to," she said, as he put his hand out for her. She took his hand as Joey walked over to the radio, turning on a song. Mary smiled. She loved this one.

"Ready?" Mary nodded, and Joey took her by the waist gently, grasping her hand as he began to dance with her. The music was a small beat in the background as the two figures danced around the room, and Joey found himself lost in time once again. The two twirled around the room, creating their own music. They had lost all remembrance of the outside world as their bodies moved together, breathed together, as one. They danced even once the song ended, not noticing that anything was different. The only thing that they saw were each others eyes as they danced around the room.

With one last dip, Joey held Mary in his arms, staring into her eyes with a passion he hadn't ever had before.

"Your the one," he breathed. Mary said nothing, but instead looked into his eyes, tears welling up once again, if only this time by happiness. Before either realized what they were doing, their lips were pressed against each others, closing their eyes.

Startled, Mary pulled away from Joey's embrace, turning away and blushing. Joey took a step towards her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Wait, please-Mary."

She didn't even know that he had known her name. "Please," he repeated, turning her around. She looked away sorrowfully. "But you and Britt, she's so happy with you," Mary said, trying to sound kind to her stepsister, although in her heart she wanted nothing more then to dance once more with Joey, to wrap her arms around his neck again.

"Britt..." Joey mumbled, looking at the floor and saying her name as though he had never heard of it before. He turned back to Mary. "No, Mary, you have this all wrong. Your the one that I danced with, I've been looking for you-"

"Joey, I'm sorry," Mary said, closing her eyes. "Some things don't work out like people plan them too. I thought I loved you. But-but you couldn't tell the difference between me and someone else. I'm not very good at goodbyes, so..." With these last words, Mary didn't look back as she began crying once more, putting her hand over her mouth so that Joey wouldn't hear her, and so that she couldn't stop herself, heading out the door, away from the house.

She didn't turn around, she didn't see the pain in his eyes as a single tear ran down Joey Parker's cheek.