A/N: Sorry guys! I lost my power cord to my computer and ended up borrowing my brother's. Anyways, when I got on I just went through my reviews, clicking on you guys' names and reading your stories. Then I realized how many of my fav writers reviewed this and almost passed out. *sigh* Fangirly moment. So responses to reviews:
panko17O_o: I'm mentioning you! *wink wink* Guys! I have officially converted him/her to the glorious Natan fandom! Woot! Keep the building in mind... It is being considered.
Your Fan: Congrats on being the 50th reviewer! You get... hmmm... Let me get back to you on that. Keep that rebellion idea in mind. I have great plans for that.
Epic Books: EEK! I'M UPDATING I'M UPDATING! YOU MUST REVIEW! I LOVE YOUR REVIEWS!
Amikutridtristine Cahill 2000: First of all: Dear God could your name be harder to spell? Jk, I ended up C/P-ing it. Secondly: Yeah, pretty much. Imagine a British Dan with darker eyes.
Reader277: Aw, thanks! I like your story too, btw.
ScarletAngeloStellaKabraCahill: Uh... okay... you have fun with that...
readinfreak3546: Yay! I'm un-cheesy! Glad to hear it, too.
Isabel POV
"Dan? Could you come here a moment please?" Isabel called from the entrance to the living room. Amy and Dan did that... er... thing with their eyes that always got on Isabel's nerves. Then the boy stood up nervously and came over to her.
"Uh, yeah?" he said. Dan looked positively terrified to be approaching Isabel by himself, and his sister's shaking hand was already reaching for her cell phone, as if to call 911 if things got really bad. Which they weren't going to. Yet.
"I need to make sure you and Amy are properly... prepared for this party. It is black tie and there will be dancing." Isabel smirked. Dan rolled his eyes, "Duh. I'll rent a tux. And I know how to dance."
Now it was Isabel's turn to roll her eyes. "I mean ballroom dancing, Daniel. Ballroom dancing." Dan's eyes widened with realization, "Uh... I can kinda do that too..." "Meaning he memorized a video he saw once," Amy called, sarcasm in her voice.
"Hey! No one asked you!" Dan whined, turning around to face his sister. Big mistake. Isabel grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to face her. "Then it's settled. Natalie will teach you," Isabel declared.
Dan's eyes got wide with fear. "Natalie! No way!" he protested. Isabel sent a death glare at him. "Uh... I mean... I can watch a couple more videos... I'm pretty good already!" he insisted. But Isabel wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Meet in the ballroom in 30 minutes. I'm serious, Daniel." Then she turned and left. Just as she was leaving she heard Amy mutter something like, "Oh you are so screwed."
Natalie POV
"You want me to what?!" I screamed. Then, upon remembering to whom I was speaking, I took a deep breath and asked, "Doesn't Daniel know how to dance already?" Mum rolled her eyes, "So he says. This is more for our benefit than his. Why don't you make him like you before you completely crush him?"
I contemplated that for a moment, then shrugged. "Natalie, this is an order," Mum said, glaring. I shivered under her glare before squeaking out, "Yes, Mummy." "Good. Go." I jumped up and followed her orders immediately. Strange how the one person on this planet I was scared of happened to be the one who brought me into it.
"Oh and Natalie?" Mum called. "Yes?" I asked hesitantly. "Do change into something you can dance in. I wouldn't want you to make a fool of yourself." I nodded and ran out.
Dan POV
Stupid Mother of all Cobras. Saying I can't dance. Psh. What the heck does she know? Nothing. Well, except her extensive knowledge of poisons, exceptional aim with guns in general, access to all Lucian information on the planet, and apparently how to raise cold-hearted reptiles, one part of me said.
Shut up! I screamed at it in my head. Before it could say something else (nothing alarming about that) Natalie burst in, saying, "Okay, Daniel. Let's get this bloody lesson over with."
I had to stop myself from doing a double take. Are we sure this was Natalie Cobra? I looked around to make sure there were no holographic projectors or something (hey, better than trying to stick my hand through her).
She had on a generic black leotard with those sweatpants girls wear that come down just below their knees so they're too long to be shorts and too short to be pants. Capris? Is that what they're called? She also wore black dancing-shoe-things.
She eyed my jeans and long sleeve t-shirt. "Are you seriously going to dance in that?" she asked, shocked. I shrugged non-caringly. She closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, and took a deep breath. If I could hear her thoughts I bet she would be thinking, One... Two... Three... Four... etc.
"Uh, Nat...alie? Can we get started? The sooner we start the sooner we can stop," I said cautiously, ready to defend myself if she was armed. But instead of attacking like I thought she would, she took another deep breath and nodded.
She walked over to the CD player she had brought in with her and hit play. Some boring old-people music came on. I yawned, "What the heck is this? Where's the rapping in this song? The rocking guitar solo? The drums?"
Natalie rolled her pretty (no, I did not just say that) amber eyes, "It's ballroom music, Daniel. Learn some culture." I rolled my eyes back and shrugged, resigning.
"Now, first you put your arms-" "Yeah, I know where to put them," I interrupted. Her face turned red and she glared. Then she apparently decided to just forget about trying to correct my manners and gestured for me to go over to her.
I walked over before placing my right hand on her waist. She nodded and put her left hand on my shoulder. Then she grabbed my free hand and we started.
We were fine for the first few seconds, and then I stumbled. "So you don't know how to dance!" she exclaimed victoriously. I groaned, "Yeah, Cobra, I do. I just haven't in a while." She stopped and thought for a moment, then said, "You like numbers, right?"
I raised my eyebrow, "Yeah... Why?" "Think of this as a math problem. Count the beats." We got back into position. She nodded her head a couple times before starting. "One... Two... Three... One... Two... Three..." Wow. We were doing pretty good.
Then I stumbled again. "Daniel, stop trying to lead," Natalie ordered. "Maybe it's you who should stop trying to lead," I shot back at her. Natalie rolled her eyes, "Daniel, this is like a Cahill mission. If you led, we would all die." I huffed, but gave in and let her lead.
Dancing with Natalie actually felt nice. Kinda like hanging out at the mall did. There was a lot more to Natalie than I actually thought. Crap. Maybe I did like her? Ok, fine, I did. But just a little bit.
Natalie POV
Sometime during the dance Dan and I had gradually gotten closer and closer until our faces were only a few inches apart. We both blushed and stopped dancing.
"Um... so about Avery..." Dan began. I looked up at him, "Yes?" "Uh..." Then he did something unexpected. He kissed me.
The kiss was soft and slow and perfect. And I actually enjoyed it. I was just starting to kiss him back when a thought occurred to me. I was going to betray him. Then it hit me just how wrong kissing him before betraying him would be.
That would be like writing a book series about us, making subtle hints and getting the fans hopes up before killing one of us off (A/N: No clue what she's talking about)! I pulled back, eyes wide.
Dan... no Daniel blushed and looked down. "Look Natalie I'm-" "I can't do this," I interrupted. "What?" he asked, snapping his head up. "I can't do this!" I repeated with more urgency. Then I ran out, tears already forming.
A/N: Hate me now? Oh well, I can handle it. So, anyways, OH MY FREAKING GOD AT HOW MANY REVIEWS I GOT FOR CHAPTER 10! Most reviews ever for a chapter, and I almost passed out (yes, again) when I saw that. I LUV ALL OF YOU! Hmm... There's what? 58 reviews for this story now? Can I try to get 69? That's one more reviewer than there were for chapter ten, so I think you all can manage that. Hey, I'll update the day we get to 69, so rrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!
-SpontaneousSugarRush
