Disclaimer: Kinda late, but DDR isn't mine, even thought it's not mentioned often.

Hiya, sorry it took so long to write this chapter. School started back up and you should know how that goes. Feh, Algebra.

Anyway, here's chapter 4 of Dance Dancing in the Moonlight! Reviews are always appreciated and what motivate me to write more. Thanks to those who have reviewed.

He quickly realized that she'd never cheated on him and she'd told the truth the whole time, but he broke up with her anyway. He tried to correct his mistake and waited by her locker one day before school. She never came. He tried to track her down in the hallways, but he never once saw her. Not even at assemblies. It was like she'd completely dissappeared.

After a week or so, he grew desperate enough to actually ask a friend of Lily's where she was. The friend said he didn't know and Brendan should just leave her the hell alone.

At the beginning of this school year, his last, her third, he was an office aid 2nd period and one day found himself delivering a note to a Chemistry class. And there was Lily. Second row, very back. She didn't even look up when he entered and she never knew if she did see him.

They actually hadn't spoken in forever until this night. But the way she was acting around him, just as if they'd been talking, or fighting, forever. Brendan wondered if she thought about him as often as he thought about her. Probably not. She hated his guts, why dwell upon him any longer than she had to? Of course, she would have to when they went to New York for the tournament.

Maybe while they were there, he could talk to her. Get her to talk to him openly about Wayne. Perhaps even apologize to her for how he hurt her. Would she forgive him? Doubtful. And really, why should she? He'd really screwed up this one, and he wondered if there was any way to un-screw up it.

Lily crept down the hallway, pausing outside her parent's door. She listened intently and heard only their deep breathing as they slept. Continuing to her room, she shut the door gently and quickly, tugging off her hoodie. Moving to her closet, she pulled out some sleeping pants and changed into them, leaving on her regular shirt. She paused, lifting the top of her shirt and sniffing. She smelled like his house... Like him...

Sitting in her computer chair, she turned on her moniter and tapped the spacebar until it whirred to life, her log on screen (currently a sun setting over the ocean) appeared. She typed in her password and her desktop popped up. Clicking on AIM, she entered her password there and watched her buddy list come up.

He was on, but everyone else was away. Why she kept him on her buddy list, she didn't know. His screen name changed from idle to online and she minimized the list, opening Mozilla Firefox to check her email. Nothing but spam, and not the good kind. Mostly ads for herbal Viagra and Nigerian Royalty needing her help.

She sighed and sat there for a while, staring at her moniter blankly. When it didn't get up and dance to entertain her, she exited Firefox and signed off of AIM. The second before it disconnected, an IM popped up, then disappeared. Great timing, whoever it was. She didn't even catch the screen name. Well, if they had something important to say, they would have IMed her when she first signed off. Shutting down her computer, she went over to her bed and crawled under the covers, falling asleep immediately.

When Brendan got home, he locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes, moving them to the side so he wouldn't trip over them in the morning like he often did. On his way to his room, he slid off his shirt and tossed it into the washing machine, his jeans following quickly. Pulling some warm sleeping pants from the dryer, he put that on before going into his room and sitting in his desk chair, shaking the mouse to wake up his computer.

Idle turned off on AIM and he noticed she was on. He had no clue why he still kept her screen name. It only made him upset to look at it. He sat there, staring at it. Maybe there was a reason he kept it on his buddy list. He doubled clicked her name and the IM box popped up, ready for him to type. His fingers were poised over his keys and he racked his brain for what he was going to say.

"Hey." "Sorry you got all wet tonight." "Hope we have fun in New York." "Think we'll win?" "Sorry your current boyfriend's an asshole who rapes you."

None of those seemed to fit.

"I'm sorry."

Perfect.

He took a few more seconds to think about what she might say, if she'd even remember his screen name. Figuring that the consequences were worth the simple fact that he was apologizing, he decided to send them. But wait, those two words didn't seem to discribe just how he felt about all of this.

"I'm very sorry."

He hit send.

"This user has signed off." was the immediate response. Figures.