I so love the Christian/Tara pairing. I think they look really cute together. Anyway, enjoy!

-Tara, where do you think you are going?- those were the first words I heard the following morning. It was Miss Raine.

-To class.- I answered, surprised by her question.

-I'm afraid you are not taking classes today.- she said that earnestly.

-I don't understand.

-The other teachers and I talked, and we all believe that due to your current situation, you need some time off.

-I don't need some time off! I'm fine!

-Tara…

-I'll fall behind.- I insisted.

-That's my last word Miss Webster.- she told me harshly, got into the studio and closed the door. She left me standing there, feeling completely frustrated.

-What was that about?- a voice coming from behind me said. It was non other than Christian.

-Well- I said and turned to face him -Apparently all the teachers think that I'm not suited enough to take classes right now.

-I'm so sorry to hear that.

-No, you're not.

-No, not really.- he admitted.

And then, I realized something.

-What are you doing out here? Dressing like that.- I told him referring to the fact that he was dressing casual.

-I asked for the day off.- he answered nonchalantly.

-What for?

-To spend the day with you.

I was taken aback by his admission; however, I couldn't help but to feel happy about it. For some reason, Christian was the only person I wanted to be with at that moment.

-So, what do you wanna do?- he asked me.

-Mmmm… well, since I'm not taking any classes today, maybe you could help me out with some of the choreographies.

-Ok. Let's go then- he began walking, but then stopped abruptly -Wait, have you eaten already?

-Ah… yes?- he gave me a disapproving look -It's just that, I'm not hungry Christian,- I said, uselessly trying to justify myself -but I can keep you company.

-Let me put it like this, we eat, I'll help you out with the choreographies, we don't eat… well, you know, and… - he added before I could protest -That's my last word Miss Webster.

-You are a blackmailer.- I said after analyzing my options. He got me.

-I do get that a lot.- he said proud of himself.

I don't remember how much time we spent in the studio practicing those choreographies; I just know that we did it for hours, until there was no natural light outside anymore, and we were forced to turn on the lights in the studio; and the whole time, he didn't say anything. He never complained, not even when I insisted that he had to teach me some hip hop moves. We only had a break when I felt the need for one. I sat on the floor exhausted.

-How are you? -he asked me. I had to look up, for he was standing in front of me.

-I'm fine. I'm not tired at all, let me just… - I answered, aiming to prop up on my hands to get up.

-Tara, it's enough for today. We've been practicing for hours.- he cut me short.

-You can leave if you want.- I said defiantly.

-I'm not leaving this room without you.- he answered me in the same tone. He sighed heavily and sat next to me -Listen, I know why you're doing this.

-Doing what?

-This, the dancing. You are just trying to keep your mind busy, so you don't have to think or feel.- I lowered my head. I knew he was right, but I wasn't about to admit it.

-I don't know what you are talking about.- he sighed again; I could tell he was growing exasperated.

-I'm worried about you Tara. You haven't cried.

-I'm fine Christian.

-Your grandmother just died; there's no way you could be fine.- he told me, raising his voice a little -You need to let it out Tara, it's good for you.- he said more calmly.

I looked away, and bit my lip. It was time to be honest.

-I can't cry.- I told him -Because If I do that, it would make it real. It's silly, I know.

-It's not silly.- he said -You know, I did the same when my mother died. I refused to cry, and I did everything I could to keep myself distracted, until one day, I couldn't take it anymore.

-What happened?- I asked him curiously, and turned my head to look at him.

-I think I ended up crying in the middle of the skate park.

-Oh!

-Yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight.

- I bet it wasn't.

We remained silent for a while. Some words needed to be assimilated.

-Now you made it real,- I said sharply -and now I'm gonna end up crying in the middle of somewhere.

-I'll be there when it happens.- he assured me, and looked straight into my eyes intently. I froze.

-You promise?- I managed to utter.

-I swear.- he told me and then sighed -Come on. -he said standing up, and offering me his hand to help me up, but, since we had been practicing for that much time, the tiredness finally started to show up, so my legs were stiff. He noticed something was wrong immediately.

-What is it?- he asked.

-I can't move.- I said barely audible.

-What?

-I can't move, my body isn't responding.- I said a bit louder.

-But you weren't tired, huh?- he said, smirking.

-Don't mock me.- I told him a little offended.

-I'm not.- he said mischievously.

Then, he simply leaned over and collected me in his arms swiftly, with such an ease and so much tenderness that I felt my heart melt. He carried me to my bedroom and we had dinner there. I took a shower and then I got into bed. He was there the whole time. According to him, that was because he wanted to make sure that I didn't cheat and ran straight to the studio to practice some more. When he was turning to leave, I grabbed his hand.

-Stay with me.- I asked him, and he just stared at me. I couldn't read his expression. He let go of my hand and left. What had just happened? I didn't understand, and my mind wasn't working properly so I decided to focus on trying to get some sleep. It was about 20 minutes later when I understood everything.

-Would you make me some room?- a familiar voice said. I opened my eyes and turned; he was there -I needed to take a shower and change clothes.- he explained -I couldn't get into bed like that you know, all sweaty and stuff.- he added when he noticed the way I was looking at him.

I'm not sure if it was because of how nice he was being to me or because of the talk we had had earlier, but that night, in his arms, I was finally able to let it out, to cry; and I cried myself to sleep, with him there, holding me tight, kissing my hair and whispering soothing things to my ear. He was, like always, there for me.

Yeah, that's why I love him so much.

Wait, did I just say "love him"?

Tell me what you think.

So, when I was writing this, Joshua Radin's music kept coming to my mind; "Everything'll be alright" and "Closer" are the songs that I would use to read this, but it's up to you.