Heya! I am so very sorry for not posting in such a long time. I've been caught up in school stuff and all that. But I'll try to be more active in the next weeks, I'm still trying to get used to the school schedule, I was always better at going to bed late rather than waking up early and I am a really unorganized person so...
Anyway here comes another chapter! Yayyy..
I've been thinking about what might have happened in sophomore year a lot and I'm still not sure about this, but it made sense in my head.
DISCLAIMER: You already know I don't own Step Up, right? Well, if you didn't now you do.


QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Live, Love, Dance"

This one was inspired by a mural I saw once in a dance studio, I've been i love that mural since forever.


It wasn't that cold. Not for a mid-December night.
Moose was celebrating Christmas a few days early this year, it was the first Friday since Winter Break and the crew decided to throw a party before people started to leave for the holidays.
Unlike the previous years the weatherman on TV went on and on about snow, yet it still hadn't happened which meant they could spend the evening outside drinking hot chocolate to keep warm.
He glanced around. Sophie was sitting next to him, her head on his left shoulder, softly talking to Missy who was standing in front of Kido. On his right was Andie with her back on him joking with Hair and Chase. The other half of the crew was either dancing or trying to get Missy's dad to turn the volume up.
All his friends were here. All but one.

"Looking around won't make her pop out of the blue, you know?"
His girlfriend sat up, her head no longer on him, but carefully facing the other way. That was the thing about Sophia Donovan, unlike what everyone expected from her she was actually nice. Sure she was competitive, especially if it came to dancing, but she was nice. And in the past month Moose found out she was rather good at reading people.
More than once something in her tone made him think she wished she didn't have this special ability.
She sighed turning her face to him.
"Call her. I came because you asked me to, but I refuse to stay around you if you're going to act like this all night." She said standing up, a flash of hurt appeared in her eyes but it was gone with the same quickness as it came. He watched as she sat next to Chase and after a while he saw them talk and laugh, probably about dance. Sophie and Chase were different sides of the same medal: dancing came first.

Moose glanced at the phone on his lap wonder what to do next.
There was no need to ask of who Soph was talking about earlier.
Camille.
Robert Alexander III and Camille Gage had been friends since his very first day. They spent all their time together: lunch, free periods, breaks and afternoons.
But that was freshman year.

In September, as Sophomore Year rolled in, spending time with her became a bit hard, they had completely different schedules and she started Drama which in few time devoured 3 out of 7 of her afternoons.
They barely saw each other for a week until one day they decided to simply organize their selves better and meet up for lunch. That was also the day he met Andie West and all his plans for the day went out of the window in order to show her around. He felt extremely guilty, but Camille told him not to worry and that she had been caught up in the studio for a music project with her friends Danie and Lucas anyways.

Since that day he saw her a little less each week. He was busy with the crew and she was busy with "the others" as she put every time they talked (on the phone obviously, meeting up was an almost unthinkable idea).
Also one of the flaws of attending a big school was being able to see only half of the student body no matter where you were ("Seriously that school is HUGE!" he thought.) and those rare times they met Camille was either rushing to the next class or (after class) when he went to practice with the crew and she had her nose stuck in a sheet music or various pages of lyrics.
This past months he saw her a bit more. Turns out she had an advanced ballet class with Sophie, so when he went to pick his girlfriend up they would chat a little. Just for the few minutes it took Soph to gather her things, shot him a half annoyed half sad look and for Danie or Lucas to get there and walk to class with Cam.
Needless to say that he missed her as crazy.

"You okay there, Moose?" Andie still dressed like it was summer, almost like the cold had no effect on her. She was the only one who actually knew and was friends with Camille.
"Maybe I should have invited her…" He almost didn't realize he said that aloud.
Andie didn't even looked surprised.
"Wouldn't have mattered." She replied without looking at him. "They left this afternoon to go visit Ty in New York." She didn't miss the hurt look on his face.
"Oh, she didn't tell me."
"She told me to give you these, and to wish you a Merry Christmas." Andie handed him a pale gold box and went back to stare at her boyfriend and his girlfriend a few meters from them with a frown on her face.
There were a few pictures of them and two mixed tapes.
"Trust Cam to do something so adorably old-fashioned…" He mused in his head.
The letter was short and straight to the point. She missed him, but she understood that they both had lives and passions that deserved full commitment so she was cool with them not being able to meet up. And also he didn't have to worry because she had another present for him.
He couldn't stop himself from laughing when he noticed a colorful, neat schedule that matched his and her classes, his rehearsals and her school shows. Underlined and written in her cute penmanship were the words "I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANOTHER SEMESTER UNORGANIZED" and under it all of her free time and his.
He suddenly felt guilty, both because he realized he didn't buy her anything and because he was so busy feeling bad and sort of neglected that he didn't do anything to change things.
So he left the party. Merely saying goodbye to Missy's parents and forgetting about Sophie being his ride and instead ran home to start drawing and planning.

Two weeks later Camille Gage made her way to her brother's old room, which was now hers, and opened the window. She didn't exactly like the view, the brick wall right in front of her small balcony was covered in swears and "Street Art", but not like the ones you saw around town. These were nothing but messy murals.
She breathed in the chilly January breeze, she could hear the faint noises of cars and kids and boom-boxes. But it was nothing like the chaos of New York, she just got back and she already missed that city.
When she opened her eyes she was taken aback by the view in front of her, the whole brick wall was painted black except for a lilac figure clearly representing a ballerina in a tutu.
She flew out of her room and made her way down the stairs in the blink of an eye to see the mural properly.
Under the dancer there were words written in small letters, barely visible from afar.
"25/12/2008 – Merry Christmas, Camille"
There was no need to wonder who did it.
He really was something else.


A tad short, but I hope you like anyway.
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Until next time,
with love
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