Then I snapped back to reality. I so wish that really would've happened. But it didn't. I'm still in the car, listening to the radio, on my way to Kellerman's. On top of that, I'm by myself, not blindfolded for obvious reasons, since I'm driving and all, without my best friend and dance instructor James. Though I am going there for dancing purposes, they aren't a competition.

#Flashback#

So, I was sitting in my parent's kitchen on my spring break from Mt Holyoke looking for advertisements for summer jobs in the paper, when in walks my dad and Max. Not that I'm not grateful or anything, but I really didn't want to see Max, especially just then, and especially with my father. Most of that was because thinking of summer jobs reminded me that everyone at Kellerman's only works there in the summer season, since there isn't a winter season.

And, naturally, thinking of Kellerman's made me think of the summer I spent there.

So you see my dilemma.

But, back to my dad and Max, who walk into the kitchen for dinner discussing, lo and behold, the fact that I'm looking for a summer job, and the coinciding fact that Max is so booked up (because word got around about mine and Johnny's "Last Dance of the Season", but that's a whole other story) that he needed another dance instructor.

Then there was the fact that I'm majoring in dance, and learned to dance, what do you know, at Kellerman's. You get the picture.

end flash back

And I just passed the 'Welcome to Kellerman's' sign. Sigh

Four months. At least this first week and the last week will be the only times there won't be guests around. Now, I just have to avoid anyone and everyone besides Max that I know here. Tough luck. Between meals, staff meetings, and working in the dance house every day, I'll be lucky if I go two hours without seeing someone I know. And as soon as I see someone I know, they're going to run off and tell Johnny.

So, now I'm walking into the guest reception office to find out where I'll be living, which cabin at least, I already know where all the bunkhouses and bungalos are. The office door is locked, but there's a sign on the door with cabin numbers next to names. As I go down the list, I have to restrain myself from stooping to look at what cabin Johnny will be staying in, I know which one anyway. He got the same bungalo every year.

When I get to 'Houseman' and look at my cabin number, my mouth drops open. No way can this possibly be happening. Yeah. I'm in the bungalo RIGHT NEXT TO JOHNNY'S!!!!! Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

OK. This isn't so bad. There's actually quite a bit of space between our rooms with lots of trees. Oh, who am I kidding? Does Max live to torture me or something?

Getting back into my car, I drive down to the staff area. It looks exactly the same, but doesn't hold the quality that made me want to go there so much last summer. That little fact that last summer I wasn't supposed to be there. And most of the staff probably still thought semi-decent thoughts about me. I can only imagine how much they'll really like me after what happened between Johnny and I.

As I pass all the smaller cabins, there's groups of people greeting each other that look at me in blatant curiosity as I drive by. I hadn't changed much, but now wore make, even if it wasn't a lot, and had my hair styled differently. I just hoped for my sake that no one recognized me. Going up the small driveway that separated me from the other cabins, I parked the car and got out, trying not to notice that His cabin was only about 50 yards away. Walking into my new home, I found the key to the door on the small table in the corner.

Looking around, again ignoring the fact that it had the same layout as His cabin(and not even looking out the window because I knew I'd only see his cabin), I went back outside and popped my trunk to unload my stuff. Just as I set down my first suitcase, I heard a car pull up not too far away and knew he was here. Sighing, I leaned against the wall by my dresser and closed my eyes.

Knowing it was pointless to try to avoid him now, I went back outside to get my other, smaller, bag of clothes and my cosmetics case with all my toiletries in it. Putting them on the gravel, I slammed my trunk shut because all there was left to unload was two boxes in my backseat with my records and some pictures in them. As I turned to pick up my stuff again, I could feel someone looking at me. Against my better judgment, I turned to see who it was.

That was stupid of me. Who else could it be? There he was, standing in his doorway, leaning against the frame, watching me. I could only hope that from this distance, with what few changes I had made to myself, he didn't recognize me. Quickly picking up my stuff, I went inside and shut the door, knowing my records would be safe for awhile, and giving the pretense of being finished unloading my car and starting to unpack.

I was putting all my bags away in the small closet when there was a knock at my door. "Just a second!" I yelled, closing the closet door and brushing the dust off my pants. Going over and opening my door, I looked at the man standing there and said, "Can I help you?" This is not good.

"Yeah. I noticed your new around here, and I thought I'd come introduce myself, and maybe show you around. I'm-"

I cut him off, "Billy." He looked surprised. "Oh, come on, I couldn't possibly have changed that much in a year."

He looked at me for a minute. Sighing, I took my hair down out of the ponytail I had had it in and straightened it out then found a tissue in my pocket and wiped off my lipstick.

"Baby?!?!" I smiled and opened the door farther then stepped aside so he could come in. As soon as I shut the door and turned around, he hugged me. I hugged back, having missed him. Pulling back he looked at me and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I needed a job, Max needed a dance instructor, and my dad said I would come work here before I could get a word in edgewise," I told him, pulling out two chairs for us to sit on.

"You're the new instructor?" Billy said, looking at her incredulously.

Feigning shock, Baby shot back, "What, am I not good enough to teach people to dance?"

Actually shocked, he quickly said, "No, no, it's not that it's just-"he was cut off by her laughing.

Billy looked at her. Baby managed to get her breathing under control and said, "I was joking Billy."

He glared. "But, seriously, why shouldn't I be a dance instructor here?"

"I don't know, you just don't seem the type," he answered.

"And what exactly is this 'type'?"

"Wild, crazy, don't care what happens, you know... like most of the people here," he told her. They sat in a semi-awkward silence, then Billy said, "It's about time for the staff meeting, wanna walk down there with me?"

Quickly tying her hair back up, Baby replied, "Sure." She really didn't want to go to the meeting at all, but knew it was mandatory. Mandatory. Meaning that she was about to see the one person she really didn't want to. OK, she did want to see him. A lot. But she knew she couldn't handle being 'just friends' with him, and knew that, after last year, that's all he would want out of their relationship.

The pair hadn't walked twenty feet down her small driveway when he looked at her and asked, "So, why do you look like someone just killed your puppy?"

"Because at least if someone had killed my puppy, I wouldn't have to see the puppy again after it was buried," she answered not looking at him.

Billy didn't say anything, but continued to glance at her as they walked down to the main house. There were only a few people in front of them on the track and he knew that they'd be the last to arrive. Baby continued to get evermore anxious the closer they got to their destination. Then, just as they walked through the open double doors-

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Don't you just hate me?