Disclaimer: DDR Not mine. Duh.
Author's notes: Yo, I've not worked on this much and I'm sorry. I'll try to get on a regular schedule or something. I'm really proud of this story, it's the best one I believe I've written so far. So, I hope you all enjoy it as well. I've also decided that for every chapter, I'll post songs I was listening to while writing it, my favorite songs at the time, songs that might pertain. Some of the songs don't have anything to do with this fic, but I like them anyway. Also, I have a lot of typos. I'm very very sorry about that, but generally, I'm copying what I've written on paper to computer documents. I know, it sucks, but bear with it. They're not THAT bad, anyway.
Songs I've been listening to:
Sophomore Slump or Comeback of by Fall Out Boy
Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy
Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging by Fall Out Boy
Never Gonna Come Back Down by BT
mOBSCENE by Marilyn Manson
And of course...
B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down
The theme song, per se, of this fan fic could very well be Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy. It's pretty good, if you wanna listen, you can IM me on AIM: RetiredEmoBar, YIM: haterofmath, MSN: please please PLEASE review. I know I've been getting a lot of hits (for this being a DDR fanfic anyway) and seriously, if you read it, just let me know. I don't care if you hate it, just tell me WHY you hate it.
If you have any suggestions for this fic, anything that might make it better, review and tell me or IM me on any of those. I'm signed on all the time, unless I'm forced to shut down my computer, and just leave a message. I'll get back to ya.
OK, here's the fifth chapter of Dance, Dancing in the Moonlight.
The next day, Lily awoke to the streams of sunlight shining through her window, hitting her face and eyes. How rude. She rolled over and mashed a pillow over her face, in hopes of falling back into dreamland. Or in her case, no-dreamland. Her dreams were never good now... Slowly, she began to drift back into peaceful nothingness, her thoughts floating up and away, body relaxing, breaths deepening...
RING.
She shot up, surprised.
RING.
Who was calling her cell phone before ten AM? No one called her cell before... She looked over at the digital clock beside her bed. Twelve thirty PM. Oh.
RING.
She reached over and plucked up from the floor, where it fell out of her pocket when she took off her jeans the night before. Caller ID said it was Wayne... Did she really want to talk to him? No. Not really.
RING.
Hitting the button to make it go mute, she set it next to her digital clock and waited for him to leave a message. Or not leave a message, as he so often did. A few moments later, her cell gave a soft beep, letting her know she had a voicemail. Reluctantly, she checked it.
"Hey Lily. Tonight there's a big party at Britney's. She invited me and some others from the football team. Just wanted to let you know I'll swing by and pick you up on my way."
Not even a request, just a notice that she'd be going somewhere tonight. Typical Wayne. She deleted the message and looked back at her clock. How did she sleep in this late without realizing it? She must've been really tired from last night's competition... And going to Brendan's house... Brendan.
She'd totally forgotten about that whole thing until now. Why did she agree to go to his appartment? What an ass. Typical male. Would he be at the party? He knew Britney's brother... Nah, he probably had work. What teen with a job doesn't work Saturday nights? Exactly. And yet, she wished she had a job. Not working at her dad's shop when he needed her, a real job. A job would also give her an excuse not to go out every other night with Wayne.
She climbed out of her bed's warm comfort, shivering as the cold air hit her skin. She didn't even bother checking her e-mail or usual websites, no one mailed her and no one updated with interesting things lately. Instead, she took a long shower and avoided her parents, in fear of any questions about last night. She did let them know she won the competition and handed them the forms to fill out. They nodded, semi-congradulating her. Personally, they thought that she should be spending more time with people then playing a video game. Oh well.
Sitting in front of her computer, she waited for something to happen. No one was online worth talking to and she had already finished surfing the internet. Why were her Saturdays so fucking boring? Although she didn't want to admit it, she found her thoughts drifting to Brendan, wondering what exactly he was doing.
The phone was ringing.
Brendan groaned and rolled across his bed, plucking the portable off the charger and staring at caller ID. Thomas was calling him.
"What?" He answered.
"Gruummpy!" Came Thomas's reply. "Did I wake you?"
"..."
"Sorry. Anyway, Britney's throwing a party tonight and I'm supposed to stay here in case too many people get drunk. Well, I don't HAVE to stay, but if I want people I don't know NOT having sex in my bed, I need to stay here. I want you to come over."
"I'm pretty sure I have work tonight. In fact, I'm pretty sure YOU have work tonight." Brendan growled.
"Nah, I asked Abby and Mary to cover for us. They'd do aaaanything for yooou, Brendan. So, you have no excuse. Be here no late than 5, that's when my parent's leave and Britney breaks out the alcohol."
"Dude, I... I don't think I should. I have... Stuff to catch up on."
"Come on! No you don't, you're the worst liar ever."
"Feh, you're worse."
"Whatev, anyway, you-know-who's gonna be here with Wayne, more than likely. You can always try and get her to love you again. I do mind people I don't know having sex in my bed, but if it's people I know-"
"You're a sick fuck, Thomas." He paused, running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his sleepy eyes. Lily was going to be there... "Fine, I'll show up."
"That's more like it!"
"But not til 6."
"Heeey-!"
He hung up, pushing back the blankets on his bed. What was he thinking, going to a party where she was going to be? She told him last night she wanted to act like nothing had ever happened between them. Too much had happened between them for him to just let her be the way she wanted him to.
He groaned, lifting himself from the mattress and stretching, sighing softly. No use going back to sleep. Thomas would somehow sense that and call him back. He was good at that. He looked around his room and his eyes fell on the stack of paperwork for entrance into the New York competition. He had a couple weeks to do it, but he'd more than likely put it off until the night before and then rush through it all, forgetting critical shit. Oh well.
Brendan moved on to his bathroom, flipping on the light. Immediately, he noticed the door. And door frame. It was slightly messed up from where he shoved through it last night, when worried about Lily. That could be his project for the day, fixing something he broke. He needed to go to Home Depot for everything, but first he needed a shower. Stepping into the shower, he shut the door, only to watch it creak open right after.
He scratched his head. That was definitely not one of his better ideas. Oh well. Sliding his pajama pants off, he shut the door again and shoved them between the door and frame, keeping it shut that way. Not that it mattered, no one else ever came over. Except for Thomas. Then again, Thomas might be coming over to complain about him hanging up on him. He was good at that, too.
Turning back to his bathtub, he tried hard not to think about Lily in it, but was beginning to fail quickly. God, she was beautiful. Ever sense he first spotted her in the hallways, her first day, a freshman at high school. lost hopelessly. And he was a sophomore who had been in that situation. He approached her, asked her if she needed help. At first, she brushed him off, but came back a few moments later, with a sheepish expression on her face. He walked her to class and explained the layout. She had his lunch. They sat together that day and every day after. They discovered their mutual interest in video games like Halo and DDR. He invited her to his favorite arcade. The first time he saw her in a tank top... She usually wore hoodies, but removed them for the game. She caught him staring and it was awkward for a few minutes until they laughed it off.
He asked her out a few weeks later. She accepted. There were tentative kisses, hand holding and time spent just sitting next to each other playing games. He didn't realize he was in love with her until later, when she didn't show up for school, didn't call, and he found himself too worried to even eat. She had been at the hospital with her parents, her dad had had a small heart attack... He remembered hearing her voice, the relief he felt...
Brendan shook his head. The past was the past. She hated him now. Who could blame her? He hated himself for it, too.
But still, the way her eyes looked over him, making his heart flip for her, making him want to spend the rest of his life with her... The way she looked on certain passionate nights...
This was going to be a long, cold shower.