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~Scott~

Since I beat the daylights out of Kyle, not only am I on shuns but I also have kitchen duty for the next three weeks straight. I still have to say it was worth it to see him hobble out of the nurses office with a huge bandage over his face. If I ever see him again I might just apologize, but then again most likely not. I have plenty of time to think about this considering I will be up to my elbows in soap for a very long time.

"Having fun?" Mo came and stood next to me and smiling mischeviously. She looked well, beautiful in fact, she always did when she smiled. I never realized how much I actually missed that.

"I must have been for you to be able to sneak up on me like that," I lifted a hand out of the sink and stretched it towards her. "Care to join me?"

She jumped back, laughing. "I think I'll pass. Maybe later anyway, I promised Shelby I'd show her a little ballet."

I looked up with a cocked eyebrow. "Really…You and Shelby."

"Yup and I don't want to be late so I'll see you later, soap boy."

She bounced out of the room but she stopped and turned when she got to the door.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you look incredibly sexy in an apron." She said returning to her mischevious grin.

I picked up a pot of soap and water and threw it at her, unfortuantely instead of hitting her it hit Peter who was walking in the door. She covered her mouth to surpress a laugh and then shot out the door. I stood staring at Peter with my mouth dropped to the floor. He blinked and then ran a hand slowly across his face.

"Scott, I think we need to have another little chat."

~Monique~

"One, two, three and one, two, three."

I watched as Shelby mimicked my movements almost flawlessly. She was as graceful as anyone who had been dancing for a long time, maybe even better than some.

"Wow. I've never seen anything like it. You're obviously a natural."

She blushed and then sat down on the bench next to me. We both were tired from spending a good part of the afternoon dancing.

"I guess I always had that little girl dream of being a ballerina. It must have never went away."

"Me, I never actually wanted to be a ballerina. I wanted to be a monster truck driver."

She looked at me shocked and then we both cracked up laughing. "I'm serious," I said. "When Scott and I were six his dad took us too a monster truck rally, of course my mom didn't know,she thought he was taking us to a movie. If she had she would have passed out. I don't think Scott liked it very much but I loved it. For months after I would line my porcelain dolls up in a row and jumped toy cars over them."

"Then why did you start dancing?"

I sighed. "Well, my mother believed in old fashioned education for girls. From the time I was four to sixteen I was drilled in ballet, french, the piano, singing, hostessing and everything else 'cultured' under the sun. We went to Europe, Spain, Morracco, Switzerland, Sweden, everywhere. She was constantly taking me to art shows, fashion shows, meeting her high end friends and their equally stuffy daughters. I never fit in. During our weekly scheduled tea times while they were talking cruises on the Riviera I was thinking of rockclimbing in Colorado or Safaris in Africa. I don't know, I guess I never felt at home…at home. That's why Scott is so important to me. He is the only person that I've ever known in my whole life that treated me like…me. I never have to pretend with him and even if I did he'd see right through me. For a while I was afraid I'd lost that."

I stared off into space for a while, just contemplating. Shelby sat quietly beside me probably doing the same.

"Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have him. " She said and then turned to me. "What was he like when he was a kid?"

I smiled. "He was…well…there really is no word to describe Scott. He's just Scott. At first glance you'd think he was a shy, blonde, moppy headed little kid but really he was always getting me into trouble. Once he got mad at me and threw my pet rock out of the window, unfortuantely for him the window was closed and it shattered it. He promised me he would tell our parents who did it but when they asked who started to cry and couldn't say anything! So they immediately blamed it on me since it was my pet rock. I hated him for a whole week but our fights never lasted long because there's just something about him that makes it impossible to be angry with him for a long time."

She laughed with me. It was good to have someone to talk to again, maybe Shelby was a friend. After talking for a little while longer we got up and she went to go visit Scott in his soap filled prison while I decided to do a little jogging. Dancing had reminded me how rusty I was. I went running around the building and didn't see the person that I collided with. We both fell down together and I could have sworn I saw stars.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you." He said jumping to help me up. When I was back on my feet I brushed the hair out of my face and the dirt off my pants. I looked up at the person who had nearly knocked me out. His dark head was at least several inches above mine. I couldn't help but notice how good looking he was, but I wasn't in the mood at the moment to flirt. My head was killing me and my backside was sore.

"That's alright." I said and he smiled. It was a disarming smile and for a moment I felt a little faint but I chalked it up to a mild concussion I had probably received. I tried to walk away but the sound of his deep voice stopped me.

"By the way I'm Hank." He extended a hand and hesistantly I shook it.

"Mo, Monique Payton." I responded, noticing that he still had my hand.

"It's nice to meet you Monique. Too bad we had to sorta run into each other." He smiled and once again I felt faint. I must really have a concussion.

"Yeah. Maybe we'll see each other around sometime."

"I sure hope so." He gave my hand a friendly squeeze and then walked away. I ran a finger over my open palm and smiled to myself. I could still feel the warmth of his hand on mine. I looked up one more time but he was gone. Then I shook my head to clear the sudden blurriness and hummed all the way to the kitchen.