Author's Notes: Okay, seeing as how I know next to nothing about breakdancing please don't mock
my attempts at describing it. I did all the research I could do, so I hope it's not too horrible
to read! Anyway, enjoy!

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Groove Is In The Heart
by Daeryn
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"WHAT?!" Frida slammed her feet to the ground and stared in disbelief at DJ Kickin'. DJ Kickin' j
umped at her outburst and tried to calm her down.

"Well, ya see Frida, Heat can't really stay in his room. It was either destroyed by the fire or
has water damage from the fire-hoses," DJ Kickin' explained.

"Does it have to be my room?" Frida asked miserably.

"I've looked for any other free space on our floor, but all the rooms are filled. You are the
only one with free space because Capoeira told us they didn't need a hotel room," DJ Kickin'
responded. "Frida, please. This would really help us out."

"Well," Frida sighed. "Since it's not actually my room, you guys are paying for it, I guess I
can't refuse."

"Great!" DJ Kickin smiled. "Heat should be back in a little while, he had to go to the police
station for a bit. Oh, it looks like they're letting everyone back into the building."

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"Hey Frida!" Shorty yelled after the blue-haired dancer. "Ya wanna play some video games in my
room?"

"No thanks Shorty," Frida shook her head. "I think I'm just going to go to bed. We have a big
day tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Shorty skipped towards her room. "See ya tomorrow!" Frida nodded and waved. She
wearily opened her hotel room and walked in. She turned on the radio and began brushing out all
the braids she had woven into her long hair. Once she was done she started rummaging through
her suitcase.

"Now where are those pajamas?" Frida tossed clothes aside until she reached the bottom of the
bag where the pajamas were, of course. She unwound her feet and tossed the bandages on a table.
Then she slipped out of her blue and white camo pants and into her tie-dyed boxers. As she
pulled her white sports bra over her head, the door opened and Heat walked in. Frida screamed
and covered her bare chest. "Get OUT!" Heat stared at her in shock for a moment, focusing
mainly on the recently exposed area. "OUT!" Frida shouted frantically again. Heat immediately
turned and closed the door behind him. Frida quickly pulled her tie-dyed tank over her head and
stomped over to the door. She nearly ripped the door off the hinges as she opened it. She found
Heat leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. "What do you think you were doing?!"
Frida demanded. "And how did you get in?"

"I have a key," Heat showed his key card. "It is my room."

"It's our room," Frida spat. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"Why should I knock when I get a greeting like that?" Heat pointed to Frida's chest as he walked
past her and into the room. Frida was fuming, she couldn't even manage to get a single word out,
so she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She could hear Heat laughing
as she angrily brushed her teeth. Once she was done, she built up the courage and exited the
bathroom. Heat had shoved all of the furniture to the sides of the room, had placed some sort of
dance mat on the floor, and was practicing his break-dancing in the middle of the hotel room.

"Don't set anything on fire," Frida grumbled.

"Whatever," Heat mumbled. Frida glared at the b-boy.

"And don't use my stereo." Frida crossed the room and turned off the boombox that was playing
Heat's theme.

"Hey bitch!" Heat stood straight and narrowed his eyes at Frida. "What do you think you're
doing?!"

"This is mine," Frida picked up the stereo. "If you want to use it, you can ask."

"Whatever," Heat laughed. Frida set her stance and stared straight at Heat with unblinking eyes.
"Lemme use your boombox, mine got trashed."

"I have a name Heat," Frida responded calmly.

"Lemme use your boombox...Frida," Heat spat.

"Do I hear the magic word?" Frida widened her eyes in mock innocence and lifted a hand to her ear.
She was enjoying this immensely. Heat grumbled and glared at his blue-haired roommate.

"Come on," Heat pleaded angrily. Frida set the stereo down and stepped closer to the b-boy.

"You're not getting anything until you treat me nice," Frida jabbed her finger into his chest.
Heat grabbed her hand and pulled it down to his side. He wrenched her closer with his rough
movement and looked sternly into her eyes.

"May I please use your stereo, Frida?" he asked with a soft voice. Frida was shaken by his
sudden attitude change.

"F-fine," she answered nervously. Her eyes shook under his intense stare.

"Thank you," he answered calmly. They stood there for a moment. Frida confused by his soft
voice, but shaken more by his close proximity. She could smell smoke on his clothes, and the
hand that held her was slightly warmer than another human's hand. Finally, she managed to pull
her hand out of his grasp and backed away. Heat turned silently and turned the stereo back on.
As he commenced his practice again, Frida watched for a moment. When she finally got over the
shock she started rummaging through her bag.

"Well, since you're practicing I guess I'm not going to be able to sleep," Frida tried to
announce angrily, but came out weaker than she had hoped.

Heat didn't respond.

Frida pulled out her sketchpad and pencil and sat down on her bed, leaning against the wall it
was pushed against. She opened to a clean page and tried to decide what to draw. Since nothing
came to mind she just started moving her pen across the page. Frida glanced up at Heat, and
watched him dance for a moment, but continued to move her pencil in some unknown motion.

'He's a really good dancer,' Frida said to herself silently. 'Really good...' She frowned and
finally looked back down at her sketchpad. Frida jumped slightly at what was taking form. It
was definitely a human, though still in the sketch phase, and ...it was breakdancing. It was
posed just as Heat had posed minutes before. Frida narrowed her eyes and looked at her sketch.
Finally, she decided to go with it. Frida trusted her instincts, and if her subconscious had
decided to draw Heat, she would draw Heat.

Heat continued to dance for nearly another half-hour. Frida had managed to block out his theme
after it played ten times. She was off in her own little world as she sketched away at her
drawing. It was taking shape very nicely, and Frida was pleased. Unfortunately, because she was
so absorbed in her drawing she didn't notice Heat stop dancing.

"Whatcha drawin'?" Heat asked as he flopped onto the bed next to her and tried to sneak a peek at
her sketchpad.

"NOTHING!" Frida exclaimed and wrapped her arms protectively around her drawing. She couldn't
let him see it, it was too embarrassing.

"Well, if you ain't doing nothin' you can dance with me," Heat announced. Frida narrowed her
eyes. He seemed innocent enough. Perhaps too innocent

"I thought I wasn't competition for you," she responded. Heat shrugged and stretched out on the
bed.

"I need some type of competitor," he answered. "No matter how lame they may be." Frida glowered
at his overconfident smile and stood.

"We'll just see about that," she grumbled and shoved her sketchpad into her suitcase so Heat
couldn't see.

"Great!" Heat smiled and leaped off the bed.

"However," Frida walked over to the boombox and pulled out Heat's tape. "I can't stand this song
anymore. We're gonna use my theme." She then placed her tape in the stereo and pressed 'play.'
Heat shrugged and laughed.

"Like that'll make a difference," he responded. Frida chose to ignore his remark and started
stretching out.

"No attacks please," Frida warned Heat. "I think you've burned enough for one night."

"Of course not!" Heat smiled. "It's just a friendly little match." The beginning beats of "Sora
To Umi To Niji No Yume" began to float through the hotel room. "This is your favorite song?"
Heat laughed. Frida glowered and began to step in time to her theme.

As the song came to its end Frida had to admit to herself that Heat had done better. Though
there was no meter, Frida had been dancing long enough to know. 'Damn it!' she yelled at herself.
'I'm never going to win if I keep dancing like that!' Frida proceeded to give herself a mental
beating.

"Hey, you're not half bad," Heat told Frida as he came out of his victory pose.

"Don't patronize me!" Frida shrieked and stomped over to her stereo. "We're going again!"

"Actually, I'm kinda tired," Heat sighed. "I think I'll hit the sack." He pulled the ski cap
off his head and kicked his shoes off.

"Oh no you don't!" Frida grabbed Heat's shirt and pulled him back onto the makeshift dance floor.
"We are going AGAIN!" Heat watched her wide-eyed as she rewound the tape and pressed 'play' once
more. She took her place and took a deep breath. Her face took on a stern look of concentration
and she began to move mechanically to the beat. After a couple of beats Frida missed a step.

"Damn it!" she screamed and punched the 'stop' button on the boombox. "Damn it damn it damn it!"
Heat watched in shock as Frida punched the wall in frustration. "OW!!! Damn it!" she screamed
and shook her hand as she started hopping around the room in pain. Heat stifled a laugh. "You
find this amusing?" Frida asked angrily. Heat coughed and wiped away the smile on his face.

"Of course not," Heat cleared his throat. "Here, lemme see that." Heat caught her wrist and
examined her hand. "Try to bend you fingers." Frida hissed in pain as she made a fist. "Okay,
so nothing's broken. You'll be fine."

"Allright..." Frida said slowly and bit her lip. Heat wasn't letting go of her wrist. Frida's
heart started to beat a little faster in reaction to his touch. "Um, Heat? Can I have my hand
back?" Frida asked softly.

"Hmm?" Heat looked blankly into Frida's eyes. Finally realization dawned on him. "Oh, yeah,
umm...sorry," he mumbled. Heat let go and ran his hand through his red hair. Frida smiled
weakly and turned. "Wait, Frida, come here."

"What?" Frida asked as she turned back around.

"I wanna show you something," Heat waved her over.

"What?" Frida asked again.

"Just come here," Heat responded. "Okay, stand there." He rewound her tape and pressed play.
"Go ahead and start."

"What?" Frida was confused.

"Dance!" Heat laughed.

"No, I don't think so," Frida shook her head. "I think I just need to get some sleep."

"No seriously," Heat encouraged. He rewound the tape again and started it. "I think I can give
you a few pointers."

"Yeah, sure," Frida rolled her eyes. But as the song began again, she started to dance. Frida
tried to ignore Heat, but it was a little unnerving having him watch her so closely. She managed
to dance fairly well. She was about halfway through when Heat stopped the tape. "What's wrong?"

"Frida Frida Frida," Heat shook his head. Frida raised an eyebrow. "Get some attitude!"

"Pardon?" Frida asked. Heat approached her quickly.

"Listen, you got some great moves Frida. They are practically perfect...but...," Heat paused.
"You look too nice."

"What?!" Frida exclaimed.

"Dance is all about attitude Frida," Heat responded. "You ain't got any."

"Attitude?" Frida placed her hands on her hips.

"Mmhmm," Heat nodded. "Think of it as an argument with the music, but you can't use words, you
have to use your body. Don't be afraid to move." Frida bit her bottom lip as she listened to
Heat's strangely sensitive words.

"If you don't, you're gonna lose so bad," Heat laughed. Frida sighed in exasperation.

"You really know how to ruin the mood don't you," she mumbled.

"Whatdya say?" Heat asked.

"Nothing..." Frida grumbled. "Okay then. Start the tape again." Heat rewound the tape and
started it once more. Frida started to step in beat and began to perform her dance.

"Attitude Frida!" Heat shouted. Frida narrowed her eyes and tried to focus on 'attitude'.

"I'm trying!" Frida shouted back. Heat shook his head and stepped behind Frida. He grabbed her
hips and started to move them in time with the music. Frida's cheeks flared red at his touch.

"Remember the argument Frida!" Heat reminded her. His breath brushed across her ear and Frida
shivered. Frida started to swing her arms as she stepped back and forth to the music. "There
ya go!" Heat stepped back. Frida immediately missed the warmth of his body next to hers but she
continued to dance strong. New blood seemed to flow through her veins as she danced her heart
out.

"Yeah!" Heat clapped as Frida finished the song with a perfect 'Freeze.' Frida felt incredibly
invigorated and she jumped into the air.

"Yaahoooo!!!," she exclaimed happily. "Oh Heat thank you! That was really amazing. I don't
know what happened, but...oh, I don't know!" Frida smiled again and jumped happily.

"Alright then," Heat smirked. "Now it's time for some break-dancing."

"B-b-break-dancing?" Frida asked nervously.

"Sure!" Heat responded and then changed tapes. "You're gonna learn some Top Rock today." Heat
took the ready position and then jumped with his right leg in a diagonal, skipped back to his
left, then returned to the standing position and repeated the movement with his left leg.

"Ha!" Frida laughed. "I can do that!" She then commenced to mimic the action Heat had performed.

"That was okay," Heat replied.

"Okay?!" Frida shrieked. "What was wrong with it?"

"Now here is a 'swipe'," Heat suddenly bent back into a bridge and kicked his left hand and foot
into the air, then repeated the action with his right hand and foot. He went back and forth for
a while, springing into the air in time with the music, until he returned to his standing
position. Frida was a little nervous as she twisted into a bridge, but she pulled off the
'swipe' without any difficulties.

"Aww snap," Frida grinned. "Look's like this lame dancer can breakdance just as good as you!"
Heat glowered.

"We'll just see about that," he frowned and started dancing. Heat was a flurry of arms and legs
as he busted up the dance floor. Frida recognized the 'Top Rock' and 'Swipe' she had learned,
but the rest was a mystery. He spun and twisted as Frida watched in amazement. "How bout ya do
that" Frida pursed her lips and glared at Heat. She couldn't let him win.

"I'd like to see you do this," Frida headed towards the door. "Come on Pyro!" Frida exited the
room and looked down the hallway. "Good, no one's here," Frida then looked up at the ceiling.
"It should be tall enough..."

She took a deep breath and lifted her hands above her head. In a blink Frida was off into a
series of cartwheels, roundoffs, backflips, no handed-cartwheels, and spins until she ended in
the splits at the other end of the hallway. As she returned to the room she answered Heat's
unspoken question. "I took gymnastics before I started dancing," Frida beamed.

Heat paused and waited for the blue-haired girl to enter the room. "How bout we call it a draw?"
he suggested.

"Okay Heat," Frida smiled. "Well, I'm gonna get a drink of water and go to bed. I've had enough
excitement for one night." And with that she entered the bathroom. After gulping down a glass
of water Frida exited the bathroom to see a shirtless Heat stripping off his pants. "AHH! What
do you think you're doing?"

"Getting ready for bed. Duh," Heat rolled his eyes and finished taking off his pants, leaving
him only in his boxers. "What, are you embarrassed?"

"NO!" Frida responded angrily, her cheeks flaring. She grabbed the comforter off the end of the
bed and tossed it onto the ground. Then she yanked back the covers on the bed and jumped in.

"Hey! Where am I supposed to sleep?!" Heat demanded as Frida snuggled in. "There's only one
bed!"

"Floor," she responded with a yawn and pointed weakly to the blanket she had left on the ground.

"Oh that's so not going to happen," Heat shook his head. "You're going to have to share." He
pulled back the covers and started to get into bed.

"HEY!" Frida shrieked and sat up. "Get out of my bed you pervert!"

"I'm not a pervert!" Heat shouted. "I just don't wanna sleep on the floor! Come on, you got
plenty of room. It's a freakin' king sized bed." He started to pull the covers up when Frida
snatched them back.

"Stop that!" she demanded.

"Don't be selfish Frida," Heat shook his finger in her face. "How am I supposed to dance well
tomorrow if I sleep on the ground?" Frida paused, realizing that Heat was right. It was only
fair.

'Why did they have to give me a room with a king sized bed instead of two doubles?' Frida asked
herself.

"Fine Heat," Frida released the blankets. "But don't try anything!"

"Like I would want to," Heat huffed. Frida growled, grabbed her pillow, and swung it into the
side of his head. Heat nearly fell off the bed due to the unexpected blow. "Hey! What was
that for?!" Frida frowned and took back her pillow. With a grumble she snuggled back into the
bed, facing away from Heat. "Frida?" he asked. She remained silent. "Fridaaaa?" he called
again. "Fffffrrriiiiiddddaaaaaa?" he continued to pester her.

"WHAT?!" Frida flipped and faced Heat with staring eyes.

"G'night," he smiled. Heat then turned off the lamp and went to sleep.

"Goodnight," Frida replied.