My Word: Okay, so I continued anyway. Sue me for having a good idea… Actually, don't. I'm broke as fuck. Anyway, this is in Dorinda's P.O.V. I wasn't clear on really how she would be, so I took a stab in the dark. It is also more or less, the same day. I'll try and make it as long as my other one… But that last one was the longest I've ever written. And I am not writing another disclaimer and all that. One is enough. Also, they never say what Luc's last name is in the movie, so I just left Chanel's mom's last name as Simmons, even though I will be calling her married. And italics in this one, is a fake song… Well, part of it… Like a few lines. I am also not going to use Doe, like most of you out there. I am just using d, and o. Like do-re-mi.

I groaned as I rolled over in bed, my blonde locks getting into my eyes as I squinted and searched for my alarm clock with my hand. Wondering why it was even set, as I didn't want to get up today. Yesterday had been so packed. I mean, we had a long flight, got on a tour bus and sat there for two hours before getting off and getting changed for our performance, and then sitting, AGAIN, for make-up. Now don't go getting me wrong, I'm a dancer, its my passion, I can be on my feet all day, but throw singing in, and switching from sitting to standing as well as remembering a performance order. It's more then a little tiring.

Finally, I sighed as my alarm shut off and I put the pillow I was currently using over my head to block out the light as I tried to go back to bed. And of course, I wasn't going to get no such luck, 'cause in comes the all too energetic in the mornings when on tour, Galleria. She landed right on the bed and started to move around as she shouted and shook me to get up. Why did she have to go and appoint herself to be the one to wake everyone up before they wanted to be? And when at last, I'd had enough, which had been a total of thirty precious seconds; I threw the pillow off and sat up quickly.

"Alright, alright!" I shouted at her, grabbing another pillow. "I'm up Galleria! Now get out!" I added, throwing the pillow I was holding at her. Harsh, I know. But you try waking up to that for a month.

"There's no need to be so mean and grouchy Do. I just thought that you might want some breakfast." She said, putting the pillow aside before getting up and walking out. She'd mumbled to herself the whole time. Grunting, I grabbed a pillow and turned to scream into it. This was definitely going to be a very long day.

"Did Bubbles wake you up by attacking your bed too, Do?" Aqua asked me, looking as tired and as drained as I felt. Knowing us, by the end of the day, before the performance, we'd have our Cheetah energy back. I looked at her with my head in my hand and elbow on the table, her mirror image, and then groaned out "Yes." The two of us then sat silent for a long time, before Aqua sat up straight to accept the orange juice jug from Mrs. Garibaldi, who had been talking animatedly with Mrs. Simmons. And it was then that I noticed, aside from the standing two body guards at our table, that there weren't two of us sitting at the table in the restaurant that we'd chosen for our breakfast.

"Where's Chanel and Galleria?" I asked Aqua, before thanking her for pouring my orange juice for me. Perhaps one of my favourite things about breakfast was orange juice, especially fresh squeezed.

"I think they went to the bathroom to fix up their make-up. You know how they can be sometimes." She told me, and I sighed as I nodded my head in agreement.

The whole day, as slow as it felt like it had been going, went by a whole lot faster then I had expected it too. Lunch went by fast, and so did supper, before I knew it, we were backstage, getting ready for another performance as we listened to the radio. Our normally loud dressing room suddenly fell silent as we heard the radio DJ for the station, shuffle paper around and start asking if it was correct before he started to, unaware, began to curse. My guess was that he was looking at photos, and I wanted to know what was going on. "Hey, turn it up." I said as I sat up, and turned to look at the small radio with a serious expression.

"I just… Well, I didn't believe until these photos were put in front of me. I do not suggest looking at them, unless you are very brave." He said, putting me on the very edge of my seat. It had to be a celebrity, just had to be. He wouldn't be this way other wise, would he? I bit my bottom lip unconsciously, holding my breath.

"Okay, for you fans out there of Sugar Rush that had been awaiting their tour, which was due to start tomorrow in New York. I'm afraid that you will be sadly disappointed. Because I just got word that Devan Keller, Devi, was seriously injured." My heart dropped, and all the air left my lungs. My head began to spin, and I hung on his every word, as well as the arms of the chair, as everyone around me finally began to move. Even if only slightly.

"They don't seem to have released what it was that happened, but from these photos, it looks as if she was beaten. Now I'm probably wrong, 'cause you gotta be some kind of sick b- freak," he said, quickly correcting himself. "To beat something that gorgeous up. Am I right? Of course I am. But like I said, from what I can see of these photos, she's got a seriously broken leg, and arm. As well as a newly forming black eye, and bruise from her cheek to chin." He sighed a heavy sigh, the girls, and the women doing our make-up began to talk again as they moved about. Maybe trying to forget what was said. "Well, here's one of Sugar Rush's hit songs. That Devan is an amazing writer. Here's: Don't Ever Stop Loving Me, comin' at'cha." Her voice filled my ears, and I smiled a small shy smile.

Why do you do turn away from me?

Why must you push me away,

When you're all I'll ever want, or need?

I could be your everything

But you've made me your nothing

Please, please, don't

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Don't ever stop loving me

It's your smile that brightens my day

Your eyes are my sunshine,

When the clouds are in the sky

"Do? Dorinda!?" I jumped "Yea?" I asked as I turned to look, and found myself looking at Chanel. "Are you alright?" she asked in a soft voice as she touched my arm lightly, her eyes and face full of concern. I must have zoned out. Quickly, I forced a smile, sliding out of my chair.

"I'm fine. I was just deep in thought."

"Chuchie! Do-re-mi! Are you two just going to stand there all night, or are you going to come out and sing on stage and show off your growl power?" Galleria called to us from the door, and we both turned to look at her. I couldn't help but smile.

"We're coming Bubbles." Chanel said from behind me, and I was sure that she'd been about to add more but I tuned them out again. I was just too focused on Devan from Sugar Rush. I don't want the feelings she stirred up in me were. But I was worried about her, and I really wanted to know what had happened.

"Do, would you please hurry up? This was all your idea, we're not going there without you." Chanel said from somewhere behind me, and I turned with a hint of a blush to look at her, Aqua and Galleria.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to go there empty handed. It is only polite to bring something when you go visit someone in the hospital." I told them, before turning as the flower woman, Joan, I think her name tag had read, cleared her throat behind me. I spun to see the flowers tied together. My blush darkened, and I wished the other Cheetah's had stayed outside to wait.

"How's this arrangement, Miss Thomas?" she asked me, and I shifted as I placed my hands on the table. "It's great, could you wrap them up to go, please?"

"Are you sure that you don't want a vase?" she asked, and I shifted again. "These white roses would look lovely in something crystal-"

"I don't mean to be rude, but whatever gets me out of here the fastest." I said, feeling six eyes on my back. I just knew it was my Cheetah sisters. Joan cleared her throat, and went into the back room for a moment. Before coming back out with an empty crystal vase, the roses inside. I paid, grabbed them and then turned to rush past before the three could ask me anything. I just didn't want to hear it at the moment.

I followed Aqua into the hospital, letting her be my guide. My nose was too busy smelling the sweet smell of the roses. They were my favourite, and there was just something so simple and lovely about white ones. We walked up to Chanel and Galleria at the information desk "So, where is she?" I asked before I could even think of anything else.

"Second floor, left out of the elevator and last door on the right at the end of the hall." Chanel answered, and I was glad that she'd done it instantly.

"Well, let's not stand around. Let's get going." Aqua said, and I was glad for it as we turned to go for the elevators. Galleria had been giving me a look, and it made me really uncomfortable. They were reminiscent of her looks before she'd start saying something about my clothes. Which was something that she couldn't do anymore.

In the elevator, I held my breath, listening to Chuchie, Bubbles, and Aqua talk about a set-list for our next show, which was three nights away. And we had a flight to catch tonight, in order to get there a day ahead. I shook my head as the doors open, we stepped out and I took a moment to breathe before holding my breath again as we walked down the hall. Straight down the hall to the already wide open door. It was dark in the room, but it was easy to make out a sleeping figure on the bed, with an elevated foot, and three other bodies in chairs. They weren't so easy to tell if they were asleep, or relaxing.

Remembering to breath, it took all the nerve that I had to walk into the door and smile brightly. "Hi, I'm sorry that we just came by without notice." I said, hoping that one of them was awake. Turns out, all three were as they jumped at the sound of my voice. Squinting in the dim room, they looked us over.

"What are the flower's for?" I heard the smallest of them ask from her spot curled up in a chair by the window. And I blushed visibly, clearing my throat to make sure it didn't crack when I spoke.

"Even though we're all against one another in the music business, doesn't mean that we can't be friendly when things like this happen." I said, about to walk over to set them down on the little nightstand. Mostly to be close to her, and to sneak an unnoticed look at her face. But I didn't get to do that, the little one, who I now remember to be Adeline, jumped up "Here, I'll take that and give them some water." And just like that, I was no longer holding the vase.

"Why's it so dark in here? You need to let some light in!" Galleria said dramatically, pushing past me and Aqua to click past us, in heels, she clicked, and yank open the blinds. I squinted, having adjusted to the light, but the Sugar Rush girls groaned and shielded their eyes at the sudden bright light. Of course, what we all hadn't been expecting, and made Galleria freeze with her hands reaching up, was that Devan groaned and moved. I was right at the foot of her bed, not all expecting it. I gasped as I jumped, and then skittered away to the opposite wall. Could you call it skittering? I think I'll call it skittering. It was quiet for a moment, and she stopped moving with a mumble before we all relaxed.

"Way to react Dorinda? Did you think that she was going to attack you?" Aqua asked in a teasing tone, and I blushed. "Did she scare you Do?" Chanel joined in, poking my side so I jumped and gasped. Blushing, they had a good laugh at my expense.

"No, seriously, its okay." I argued for what felt like the twentieth time. "You guys are only going down to the cafeteria, I'll be fine." I added, gently pushing the six out the door.

"Are you sure Do, 'cause one of us could stay with you-"

"Just bring me back a water, now go." I said, sighing when at last they left out the door and I could hear the click of heels going down the hall. Turning, I fixed my hair. I don't why I decided to try and fix myself up to look better, I was told numerous times that I looked great before we got here. And she might not wake up at all. What was I so worried about? Maybe it was because she was the only girl to ever make the butterflies in my stomach flutter about and dance. Taking a deep breath, I walked over, and took a seat in the chair right next to the bed. It was the one Brandie had been in.

Her eyes fluttered open, making me jump backwards, but she groaned at the bright light. And in an instant her eyes closed to better block out the light. "Fucking window." she said as I sucked in a quiet breath. She raised a hand that had an IV in it to cover her eyes and shield them from the bright light. "Someone, shut it…" she murmured, knowing that someone was there, but just not that it was only me, Dorinda Thomas. I mean, it was quiet in the room, but not so quiet that she was alone. There was the sound of my movement. Taking a deep breath I carefully got up, and then shuffled around and the click of heels annoyed me at that moment, before darkness fell over the room and covered the two of us. With a sigh, she moved her hand and slowly opened her eyes. Only to jerk upright in surprise. And watching her was all I could do, not to step back in my own surprise.

"Dorinda?" she asked, not at all bothering to hide the surprise that she was feeling. "Dorinda Thomas of The Cheetah Girls?" she asked, her tone telling me that she was completely sure of herself as she held herself up as best she could with one broken arm. I was amazed that she knew who I was in an instant. I was so hopelessly in love with her, I mean, her songs were pure poetry. I knew that she wrote all of Sugar Rush's songs. But I wasn't about to tell her that her songs made me fall for her. Or how she was so good at being bad. I saw what others didn't. The good behind the smirk and mischievous eyes.

"Uh, yea, that's me." I said with the barest hints of a blush, walking back over and sitting back down within the chair that I'd been sitting in earlier. "Hi." I added shyly as my blush suddenly went all out. And oh man, did I hate being so shy at this moment. There was no way I was going to… Oh g-d, was I really thinking about becoming a couple with her. That was wrong on so many levels. I couldn't help it as I glanced back up at her through my hair from looking down at my hands. She was smirking at me as she watched me fiddle with my fingers. My blonde hair was creating a curtain as I looked down, hiding my face from her. Slowly, I looked back up at the sound of her falling against the pillows. My blush still evident, I could feel it. She probably shouldn't have used her broken arm to hold up her weight. And it was probably my fault, for sitting on this side of her. But I wasn't about to pull a chair all the way around her bed. Especially since she'd been sound asleep when I was left alone with her. Okay, I chose that, but still.

"Uh, I don't mean to sound rude… But, what are you doing here? Aren't you and the other Cheetah's supposed to be on tour?" she asked in a raspy voice. I hadn't really noticed how raspy her voice was, even more then usual. And it was probably from all the sleeping she had done. Serena, I think it was, had said that she'd been asleep ever since she'd arrived, and the hospital hadn't felt right releasing her, and Sugar Rush hadn't felt right taking her home, like that. She could understand, but that still stop her from blushing faintly. It just sounded so sexy. I shifted, and stood up quickly, running a very nervous hand through my hair.

"I was… It's just…"

"She volunteered to sit with you while we went out for a coffee and something to eat." Brandie said as she walked in with a half eaten sandwich, and a still wrapped chocolate bar in one hand and a coffee in the other. We both instantly turned to look, and watched as the rest of Sugar Rush walked in with coffees, and different snacks. She smiled at them, before relaxing back into the pillows under her. I let out a silent breath of relief, glad that I hadn't had to explained why I was there alone with her. She'd made me so nervous in that moment. And of course, behind her group, in walked the Cheetah Girls, with water. One was handed right to me, and she turned to watch me again.

"So, you stayed behind here with unconscious me while they went out to eat?" she asked, grinning as I blushed and looked away from her.

"Yea, I just… You shouldn't have been left alone. In case you should…. Uh…"

"Did wake up? In case I did wake up?" she asked, shifting to sit higher up against the pillows. I guess she forgot that the hospital beds moved for her so she didn't have to struggle or hut herself. And I bit my lip to keep from saying anything… Actually, no one in the room said anything and I couldn't help it as I kept looking away from her. She laughed a small laugh, finally breaking the silence.

"Well, thank you. But I think you, and the Cheetah's should get back to the tour you all are supposed to be on." she said as she relaxed back into the pillow's, and let out a yawn she probably didn't even know that she had been holding in. Me and the new Cheetah's smiled at one another, and talked silently about leaving before each of them politely gave her a hug, minus me. I don't think that I would have been able to handle that sort of close distance with her, even with my friends, and hers in the room. But of course, we left the Sugar Rush girls alone.

It was only once we were far away from the hospital, on our way for the airport to catch one flight, before another, did I realize how fast and hard it was that my heart was beating. Looking at the others, just to make sure that I had a private moment, I took in a few deep breaths and pressed a hand to my chest. I did everything I could to take my mind off of her just to stop my rapidly beating heart, and calm my breathing so that it was at least partially normal.