I was spinning around on my handmade sponge shoes. I was helping Nurse Joy clean the kitchen after hours because I felt guilty that Beautifly's Silver Wind broke a window during our rehearsal.

Looking at the dirty mop of limp whatever greyish white things that are on the end of the stick I decided to tie sponges on the bottom of my feet to mop the floor. I seen it on Pinsartrest.

Dumping some soapy water on the floor I tried to skate around. Tried being the operative word. It was hard to stay balanced and sometimes I just didn't glide the way I wanted. I held onto the edge of the island in the middle of the kitchen and pulled myself around.

I was concentrating on my feet when I heard footsteps. I heard a short cry and looked up. Drew with his green hair, green eyes, and white bandage on his nose slipped but he caught himself before he fell. He huffed out a breath with a hand to his probably racing heart. That shot of adrenaline making it beat faster.

He looked up to glare at whoever was here. Me. His eyebrows rose in surprise but his expression smoothed out after the initial shock. "May. What are you doing?" he asked coolly.

"Mopping." My feet chose that moment to slip, making me hold onto the counter tighter. I pulled myself up and continued to pull myself around.

"I see that. Now please tell me why there wasn't a 'Caution: Wet Floor' sign." He leaned against the counter next to the door that edged the whole kitchen.

I launched myself to a far edge of a counter. "Because I didn't think anyone would come to the kitchen? Now, why are you here?" I asked, making my way in his direction.

"Making myself a sandwich?" He said in the same tone of voice that I used for my answer except more mocking.

I scoffed. "Well aren't you sassy today." I found myself standing in front of him in my slippery shoes. "I'm sorry I broke your nose…"

He touched the offending bandage. "It's okay. It's going to be fine in a few weeks."

I grimaced. "Yes, but it was still my fault."

He shook his head. "It's okay; don't lose sleep over it. It's nothing."

I readjusted my stance and my foot flew out from under me. I started tipping backwards and Drew grabbed my hand, but the way he was standing and my momentum brought him down with me instead of stopping me.

I fell back, my butt then head hitting the linoleum. Drew fell on top of me, his mouth hitting my own jarring teeth and bruising lips. His forehead hitting mine but thankfully his nose missed mine.

He got off of me, rubbing where our foreheads clashed. "Geeze, May? Are you okay?"

I sat up. My head in the front and back throbbing and achy. Something small was in my mouth and I spat it in my hand with some blood. I smiled a blood coated smile at him. "Never better." I said, feeling the new gap in my mouth with my tongue.

A/N: Who else mopped their kitchen like this? To be honest I never did :P