We're all down in the hall in time, which isn't surprising because of the mark Julie left on us but I can't help but notice a few unfamiliar faces, there's definitely a lot more people here than yesterday.

None the less, all the dancers are sitting in the same row, so I settle next to Merissa.

Julie and Melanie are giving us a pep talk and apparently we'll be starting our rehearsals with a member of the live shows today. Somehow I hope I don't end up with George, I don't even know if he's a soloist or in a band… I'd be mortified to have to dance in front of him.

Speaking of the devil… in the corner of my eye, a cheekily grinning, chocolate haired boy is facing in my direction.

I flash my head to the side, trying not to be obvious but when he catches me glimpsing at him, I can't help but blush. He pushes one of his loose curls back behind his ear and flashes me a libidinous smile before Merissa pokes me in the side.

"Hey, I heard there's a really hot group called UnionJ. Do you think we'll get to dance with them?" as she winks at me.

"Do you know any members' names?" I reply

"Uh, not really. But I know they all begin with a J or G… Maybe we'll get a sneak peak of them later"

"Yeah… Maybe."

….

"Hey Frankie, we're going to the canteen, you coming?" A grinning Tillie asks.

"Um, no I can't. Promised my mum ill call her this morning. I'll see you in rehearsals."

I enter the lift, and prod floor 9.

The doors are closing when I hear a sudden deep shout of "Hold the lift!" So I shoot my foot into the almost enclosed gap.

"Well, fancy seeing you here" laughs a flustered George as a macho arm reaches over me to press floor 11.

"Are you sure you're not just stalking me?" I joke

He laughs and anxiously stares at his feet.

"Oh don't flatter yourself" he smirks as I playfully slap his arm.

He's staring at me with such a blissful grin, if we weren't so unfamiliar with each other, I could easily kiss him.

All of a sudden, the lift shudders and I'm thrown towards the side and onto George's helpless, broad body.

The lift has come to a halt.

The pain of me hitting my head overcomes the realisation that I'm laying on him until I open my eyes and start laughing in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry"

"haha it's okay Frankie." He helps lift me off his body and I slump into the corner of the lift.

An intercom flashes on "Sorry for the inconvenience but we're having a few technical difficulties. Please be patient as we fix the problem and we'll get you back up in no time."

We both moan in agitation. He looks at me with those ruthless eyes and slumps himself down next to me.

"So, where're you from?"

We talk for what seems like hours, laughing, shouting, arguing and squabbling over life.

And before long I realise how close he's sitting near me. He stares at my lips as one of his hands relaxes on my knee. I examine his face momentarily: a perfectly positioned jawline lines up with poised pink lips which sit restlessly underneath his buttoned cheeks and then two oozing brown eyes with shades of minty green stare back at me.

Without hesitation or mere self-control, he leans into my face, caressing my cheek with his soft, encompassing hands and I let him.

I stroke the side of his head, feeling his perfectly waved hair on my bare skin.

A liberal, tender lip impacts mine, soothing my face and body as he continuously burrows into my heart.

His lips are still fondling mine when an alarming buzz preoccupies our faces.

My hand slumps onto his chest and his onto my knee again as our eyes find each other.

Then the intercom fuzzes on "Thank you for your patience" The lift jolts and floor 5 flashes up "we hope this wasn't inconvenient for you".

I glance at the floor and back up again.

"It's my stop soon" I announce sheepishly.

His once caressing lips form another melting smile.

I get up onto my feet, careful not to fall un-conscious because of the throttled kiss and aching pain on my head.

He grabs my hand so that I face him and he plants a kiss on my cheek.

"We should do this again sometime" he smoulders.

The lift bings and the doors swing open in a jolt.

I step out, timorous and tasting his slight sweetness on my lip. He gazes back at me as we exchange smiles and the doors shudder closed.

I can't stand but grin helplessly until Tillie and Melissa unexpectedly awaken my fantasy.

"Hey you, we've been looking all over. Where've you been?" Melissa asks.

"Well, um. Well… The lift broke. And um. It broke so, I was waiting. And I only just got out. Yeh".

They look at me with dazed confusion.

"Okay. Now tell us what really happened?" Melissa bawls with a grin.

"No really the lift did break!" I snigger.

Tillie comes over to me suspicious and stares me in the eyes.

"Melissa, she smells of boy, second me"

Melissa comes over as they both examine me, curiosity in their eyes.

"Definitely boy. Tell us everything Frankie!"

I attempt to explain the happenings of the greenhouse and in the hall then slightly under-exaggerate the lift situation: ignoring the details of the kiss. But I'm sure they get the jist.

"Oh Frankie you sneaky devil!" Cries Tillie.

"Guys, you seriously can't tell a soul. I don't want it going live and end up hurting him."

"Okay okay, we promise".