Title: Bad Luck Isn't Contagious
Rating: This chapter is probably PG-13ish…due to some language and some sexual content.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I can't claim them (unfortunately for me). They all belong to hardworking people involved with the movie 'Bring it On.'
Feedback: Yes please, I really want to know what everyone thinks of this so far.
Summary: This will be a Torrance/Missy story eventually…Just give it some time, and the other characters of the movie will be in here too, of course.
Author's Notes: Thank you everyone who reviews/reviewed! It's so greatly appreciated. And, I don't have too much to say, so…Enjoy!
A new routine. The words rang again and again in Torrance's mind. She felt awful when the squad was forced to look unprofessional because they had the same routine as several other teams. It just wasn't fair. She cursed Big Red for doing that to her. A glance over her shoulder made her curse…everything. Missy was practicing the moves with Darcy as her partner. That was supposed to be her practicing the moves with Missy. The blonde almost forgot why she wasn't the one with Missy practicing when Cliff strolled downstairs. "Hey Torr!"
"Hey Cliff," Torrance had wandered inside to get a drink of water. Everyone in the squad was outside warming up some more, but she had wandered off for the moment. Apparently Cliff was waiting for that kind of a moment.
"You guys all ready for Nationals in a few days?" He smiled at her and nervously ran a hand through his dark hair.
"We will be," she smiled at him as she took her bottled water off of the counter. The blonde had forgotten it inside earlier, when she had first arrived.
"Will be?" He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"That's why we're gonna watch this." Torrance picked up a video tape off of the counter, and with a flick of her wrist, showed him the cover.
"A tape of different dances?"
"You got it," she nodded.
"Let me guess…You're also going to practice mime, tomorrow?" Wow. Torrance smiled; he was good.
"You learn quick," she allowed him another smile.
"Wait. I was kidding." He laughed, waiting for her to say that she was kidding. "Kidding," he smirked, waiting. It never came. "Were you serious?"
"You're cute when you're confused." She smirked and poked his shoulder with one finger, before turning around and walking back towards the living room and the door, which would lead to her squad. He stood there for a moment in confusion before turning and heading back upstairs. Playing guitar always helped him think.
"I'd say that he looks more like a dumb ass like that." Torrance whipped around to see Missy leaning against the wall in the living room.
"God, stop doing that!" She frowned at her friend. She always managed to sneak inside without the blonde noticing it.
"Stop doing what?" Missy had left the squad, saying that she was going to find Torrance; no one cared anyway. They were focused on learning the few new moves that they had practiced so far.
"Sneaking up on me!" Torrance had backed up against the couch, still shaking her head at the brunette.
Missy shrugged. "It's my house. We don't have to practice here, you know."
"Just stop," Torrance folded her arms uneasily across her chest.
"Stop what?" Missy lifted an eyebrow and smirked, knowing that she was getting to the blonde.
"Stop everything." Missy took a step closer to the blonde.
"And do what?" Missy tilted her head to the side, and Torrance shrugged. "Do I look cute when I'm confused too, Torr?" She wasn't asking it playfully, nor aggressively. She was simply asking.
"Stop it," Torrance didn't have a real answer for her, not one that she could say out loud anyway.
"You didn't have to kiss me that night." Missy looked questioningly at the blonde. "You could have brought Les over there and kissed him."
"I don't like Les like that. He's my friend." Torrance shrugged again, and Missy took another step closer, so that she was standing directly in front of Torrance.
She crossed her own arms across her chest. "And what am I?"
"You're…" Torrance struggled for an appropriate word. "You're Missy."
"So, you don't want this?" The brunette reached forward and took the blonde's hand in her own gently.
Torrance intertwined her fingers with Missy's. "The rest of the squad is in the backyard; your brother is in the next room, maybe upstairs now, I don't know."
"You know where I am." Missy smirked. "And why's that?"
"Because you're obnoxious," Torrance couldn't help but smile, and Missy rolled her eyes.
"Me? Obnoxious? I'm not the one dating your brother." Torrance's smile stopped; Missy had hit a nerve on that one.
"Be glad that you've never met my brother." Torrance mumbled before glancing down at the floor, not letting go of the brunette's hand.
"Torrance, look at me."
"No," Torrance mumbled again, not glancing up at the dark brown eyes she knew would be looking at her.
"Why not?" Missy, for once, was patient.
"Because…if I do, then I…I can't, okay. I can't." If she did, then she'd kiss her. It was simple in her mind, but when she tried to say it, the words got messed up.
Missy had a hint as to why Torrance wouldn't look at her. She knew that Torrance had to like her; she was the one who had kissed her the other night, after all. All that mattered was whether or not Torrance would let herself be happy. "Just look at me. Once, Torrance. Look up. It's not hard. Use your neck muscles."
Torrance rolled her eyes and lifted her head, looking Missy in the eyes. "Happy now?"
"Are you?" Missy was being serious, and Torrance wasn't sure how to deal with it. She was used to Missy making sarcastic comments and jokes at every possible moment. "You don't look it when you're with my brother."
"Stop it," Torrance said it once more, but by now it was down to a whisper.
"No," Missy shook her head, still looking Torrance in the eyes, when the blonde realized the close proximity of their bodies and lifted her head, kissing the brunette's lips, knowing that Missy wasn't going to make the first move.
The kissing stopped, and Missy smiled at the blonde before turning serious. "You know you can't have both of us, right?"
"I know," Torrance whispered back. She did know. She knew that she needed to get back out there to the squad to practice before they wandered back inside to see what was going on; she knew that she needed to decide if she wanted to be with the one she really wanted, or the one that she was supposed to want.