AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.

Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. You will notice that some chapters will not have any names. Mostly because I couldn't think of the perfect name. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter Four: "Not Giving Up" by The Saturdays

"Tere, breath, just breathe." Dom told me, using his hands to show how I should breathe. I waved his advice off and kept pacing around the room, shaking my hands back and forth.

"Tere, sit down. You're making me nervous, and I'm not even a part of the show!" Bryon exclaimed, lazing around on one of the fainting couches that the drama department used. I glared at him and picked up a small prop before tossing it at his head. He yelped and ducked, effectively rolling off the couch to land on his face. I chuckled and went back to pacing. Bryon groaned and sat up, leaning on his hands. Half of his face was covered in dust from the floor, the other half was red from embarrassment. "Bitch," he grumbled.

"Asshole." I shot back. Dom rolled his eyes at the two of us. For once, he was the mature one.

"Why are you so nervous anyway?" Bryon asked.

"You really have to ask?" I countered, my eyebrow raised in disbelief. Did he really ask that?

"Yes. You're never this nervous when we're filming, or when it's just you. So why now?" He asked, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot beside him. I sighed and sat down, putting my head in my hands. I muttered my answer but he didn't hear me. "Uh-uh little sis, speak louder." He said, poking my side.

"Jerk." I said, before taking a deep breath, "It's the whole crowd thing. I'm used to being alone, or just dancing with you two as the audience. Now I'm dancing in front of the entire school and families!" I said, getting back up to pace. Dom shook his head and shrugged his shoulders while Bryon looked confused.

"But you've been training for two weeks?" Bryon asked, though I was pretty sure he had meant it as a statement.

"Yeah, but what if I mess up? Or miss my cue? Or accidentally forget the routine-" I asked, listing off all the ways that I could fail, only to feel someone pull me backwards in a tight hug. I turned my head to see who it was, half expecting it to be my dad back from his business trip. Instead, I was surprised to find that it was Wally, and he was looking pretty good. His hair was a bit longer, so I guess he had just gotten back from his little trip.

"You'll do fine, Tere." He said softly, giving me a warm smile that was reserved only for me. How do I know this? Because he told me. That and I have really great observational skills.

"Wally!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He hugged back and pulled away, only to get smacked in the back of the head by me.

"Ouch! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the sore spot.

"That's for not telling me you were back!" I said, pouting slightly. He reached forward, ready to pinch my lip, only to draw his hand back. I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had given up the opportunity. Normally he always goes for it, so why stop this time?

"Sorry." He said softly, looking down. My annoyance dissipated the minute I saw the tired look in his eyes. I pulled him into another hug, holding him tightly. His arms quickly took their place around my waist, letting me know that he really needed this. I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and inhaling his scent. It smelt woody and musky. Unusual. Normally he smells like the beach.

"I missed you." I said softly, wondering where he had gone. Last I saw him, he was talking to some of his friends. The same ones that didn't like my brothers and I. Wally had told me that they needed him to go on this trip with them, something about team work, or something. I had nodded, making him promise to come back soon. And now that he was back, I really didn't want him to leave again.

"Missed you, too." He said before letting me go. "You'll do great." He said, reaching for my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I smiled softly and nodded, happy to have my Wally back.

"Hey, Tere!" Dom called. I turned my head to look at him. He and Bryon were standing by the exit door, looking ready to leave. "Break a leg, kid!" He shouted before closing the door.

"Wrong medium, idiot." I muttered, chuckling under my breath at his stupidity. Despite him being really smart, he sure acted like he wasn't.

"I think that saying can stretch across the two." Wally said, chuckling as I smacked his arm lightly. I smiled and shook my head, moving to sit on the fainting couch. Wally followed. He tried to lean back, only to be stopped by the backless couch. I giggled as he almost fell backwards. "Where's the back?"

"It's a fainting couch, silly. There isn't supposed to be a back." I explained, giggling when he gave me a playful glare. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. I poked him in the side until he was laughing and smacking my hands away. I kept at it, wanting to erase the sadness out of his eyes and get Wally back to his usual self. Pretty soon, he was poking me back and we were laughing our heads off. I was glad that the show wouldn't start for another 30 minutes. It gave me time to talk to Wally and mess around. And before you let your minds slip down the gutter, I don't mean it that way.

"I'm glad to be back." Wally said out of nowhere, grabbing both of my hands and holding them to his chest, stopping the poking contest effectively. I blushed and looked up at him, still smiling and wondering what was going through his head.

"I'm glad you're back, too."

"I missed you." He said.

"Wally, you already said that-" I started to say, ready to tease him. Only I didn't get to. Why? Because his lips were covering mine in a feather light kiss. He pulled back and grinned like a mad man, his faces centimeters from mine. I was pretty sure I was blushing. My cheeks felt incredibly warm. "W-Wally-" I started, my voice shaking a bit. Yet again, I was cut off. My eyes fluttered close as he deepened the kiss, his hands letting go of mine so that he could wrap his arms around me and pull me closer. My hands grabbed his shirt and bunched it up a little, my lips responding to his in every way. He was the first to pull away, and even that was hard for him. His soft lips kept finding their way back to mine, only for them to leave again. He growled deep and low, resting his forehead against mine as we tried to remember how to breathe again. His eyes were closed while mine were half-lidded.

"You have no idea...how long I've wanted...to do that." He said in between deep breaths, finally opening his eyes to look at me. I blushed at the way he was looking me, his eyes going over every inch of my face, committing it to memory. I felt like my face was on fire from the way he was looking at me.

"I can take a guess." I said, which earned me another kiss and a deep chuckle.

"Does this change anything between us?" He asked, going back to his shy side. I chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"This changes a lot of things." I said with a smile. He nodded. He laid his head on my shoulder, taking deep breaths while he laughed to himself. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair. I liked it this length. It was wavy and gave him this older look.

"I'm thinking that my friends are going to kill me."

"Why?"

"They don't want me near you. They think you might change me." He said.

"What do you think?" I asked softly, resting my head against his.

"I think they're full of shit. They don't know you like I do. And if you do change me, I hope it's for the better."