I AM SO SORRY! I know it has been forever since I updated! Not to make pathetic excuses but my laptop was a piece of crap and I was so busy that I didn't have time to write. HOWEVER, I just got a new laptop and I am finally not quite so busy. I will try to update soon but no promises, I still have a full time job for during summer break.

Disclaimer: I do not own VA

RPOV

As I stand by the bar with Dimitri, Lissa, and Christian, a guy I don't remember from high school walks up to a microphone next to a bunch of DJ equipment that is on the small stage at the end of the gym. He welcomes everyone and says "let's gets this party started" by playing some techno crap they play at clubs. If you ask me, this is far from a party. Even though I was super popular and the head cheerleader, high school sucked and I do not want to interact with these people anymore. Even though I would like to say that I have no clue why I came back, I know exactly why I chose here to spend my time away instead of the Bahamas or somewhere tropical. I wanted to see my friends, well more importantly, my ex-boyfriend.

As the techno music plays, Dimitri and I stay quiet as we listen to Lissa and Christian discuss plans for the baby's room and baby names and all things baby pretty much. Eventually the techno music dims and a slow song starts to play. More importantly, it's Dimitri and I's song. 'I'll Be' by Edwin McCain starts playing and all eyes are on Dimitri and I. Everyone knows this is our song. It's the song we danced to when we got prom King and Queen. It was no secret that Dimitri and I were truly in love in high school and the second this song came on, it reminded everyone that the two lovers from high school are standing together again five years later.

Now don't get me wrong, I love attention. Hell, I live for it. It's my job to be the center of attention, but right now, I hate all the stares. I just want to scream 'What the fuck do you think you're looking at?' but years in the public eye have trained me to be able to hold my tongue. I must have really zoned out there for a minute because the next thing I know, my hand is being grabbed and I am being pulled out to the dance floor. I look up and meet Dimitri's eyes as he takes my right hand in his left, places my other hand on his shoulder, and wraps his right arm about my waist, drawing me closer to him. For a minute, I am so completely stunned and focused on our close proximity that I can't speak. All I can do is stare into those gorgeous brown eyes that, for the first time tonight, are showing emotion. The emotion is so clear that it is like a slap in the face. Love. Pure, unadulterated love.

Snapping out of my revelry, I finally find my voice. "What are you doing?" I ask, pulling away slightly but remain dancing with him.

"What does it look like? I'm dancing with you. Everyone was staring and this is our song, so I thought it was the only logical thing to do," he says with a hint of a smirk on his face.

In all this closeness, I forget that I am still angry with him. However, being this close to him feels like home. I feel warm, cherished, loved, things that only he can make me feel. Slowly, my resolve to be angry with him begins to fade. I let out a huff of breath and look away from him, over to Lissa and Christian who are smiling at us. I can see Lissa "Awwwwee" and Christian give me a wink. I just roll my eyes and continue to look anywhere other than Dimitri's amazing eyes.

"Why are you so angry with me Roza?" I look up at Dimitri and see him furrowing his brows and looking genuinely confused by my hostility, even though I have let most of it go since we started dancing.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, looking away from him yet again because I know that he can make me break and tell my deepest, darkest secrets just by one look into my eyes.

"Earlier, you seemed angry with me. I haven't seen you in five years. Why are you upset with me? I'm sorry for looking so emotionless earlier," he says looking down a little embarrassed, "I was just nervous seeing you again and wanted to try to hide it."

I let out a long sigh. "That's not why I'm angry Dimitri."

He furrows his brow again. "Then why? I haven't seen, nor talked to you in years. What did I do?" I know that he wants to fix it, even though he doesn't know what there is to fix or that it can't be fixed anyways.

"Why didn't you come after me?" I blurt out not thinking. My eyes slightly widen out of shock of what I just asked him. It has been a question I have wondered every day since I left but I never thought I would actually have the guts to ask him it.

Dimitri too looks slightly shocked by my question. He stops dancing for a minute while he thinks. We both stand there in our dancing position, so close to each other, and I watch as he tries to come up with something to say.

"I didn't think you wanted me too," was his genius answer. I scoffed. Really? That's his excuse? Suddenly, my anger is back.

"Of course I wanted you to!" I whisper shout, not wanting the dancing couples around us to hear. "I loved you! I wanted to leave here, this town, this school. Not you! I wanted you, always, and all I got was a 'have a nice life' when I told you I was actually leaving!"

I could see the stubbornness and anger in his eyes. This is one of the biggest similarities between the two of us. We are both stubborn and we both fight to control or anger. His control, which has always been better than mine, however, seems to have just snapped.

"I thought that was what you wanted! You told me from day one that you wanted to move away for your music. I knew you would leave and I didn't want to hold you back! I loved you and I didn't want to hold you back from your dreams! I let you go because I knew if I didn't, you would resent me for trying to keep you here!" His eyes were filled with anger, sadness, and what looked to be regret.

I needed some fresh air and somewhere to cool off. I also needed to get away from him before I burst into tears. I pulled out of his grasp, which he still had me in even though we were no longer dancing and the song had already changed, and I quickly walked to the door and went outside. The air was cool and crisp, as it usually is on Montana nights. I wrapped my arms around myself and took a deep, cleansing breath. I needed to calm down. If I wanted to work things out with Dimitri, I couldn't get angry and walk away every time we disagreed on something. And I knew that there were going to be a lot of disagreements and compromises to come if we could find a way to try and work it out.

I heard the door open quietly and I knew that he was out here. Of course he would follow me. He always did when I got angry, which was a lot. When you have my parents and my anger issues, you tend to have to walk away a lot. I could smell his aftershave and I knew he was standing closely behind me.

He let out a long breath. "I'm so sorry Roza. You have no idea how much I regret walking away. I just thought that was what you wanted. I wanted to fight for you, but I also didn't know how to make it work. I knew you didn't want to stay here and I didn't want to move to L.A. I also knew that if we somehow managed to work it out and stay together long distance that it would ruin our relationship and we would resent each other for not making enough time to be together or not visiting enough. I wanted you to succeed as much as you did and I didn't want to distract you. So many times over the years I wanted to come to L.A. to find you, but then I would turn on the T.V. or pick up a magazine, or go on the Internet and you were there. You did it Roza. You got the career you always wanted. You're living your dream. Seeing how much you have accomplished made me want to keep my distance and let you be happy. I didn't want to distract you or make you think you had to choose between your career and me. I let you go because I loved you. I still love you. Forever and always."

By the end of his speech, silent tears were sliding down my cheeks. He loved me so much that he let me go. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted me to fulfill my dreams. He regretted it but he stuck to his decision because he believed it was the right thing to do. His words made me fall even deeper into love with him.

I turned around and looked into his eyes. They were full of love and regret. I understood. I finally understood why he did what he did. I didn't want to talk, to argue, any more with him. Instead, I reached up and threaded my right hand through his hair and placed my left hand on his cheek, drawing his face towards mine. I kissed his lips and tried to show him how much I loved him and that I understood. The kiss was soft and sweet and made me weak at the knees. God, I had missed him. This just feels so right! I broke away from the kiss and looked into his eyes again. "I love you. I never stopped. Forever and always." With that his lips devoured mine again and the kiss turned passionate.

Suddenly, I heard someone clear their throat. "Well, now this really does feel like old times. Me having to break up you two before you start going at it in a public place," a familiar voice says. The scent of clove cigarettes and expensive cologne fill the air. I turn around and see Adrian Ivashkov, leaned against the side of the gym building smoking a cigarette. You know, some things will never change.

I will try to update ASAP! I'm working on a new story as well but I won't be uploading it until I get a few more chapters of this story done as well as that one. However, the title is "Here's Your One Chance Rose Don't Let Me Down." I know, long title haha but it is based off the song "Fancy" by Reba McEntire so go watch the music video and you'll get a feel for the background of the story. Thanks to all of those who followed, favorited, and reviewed. You're all amazing!