A/N: hm... i don't really have an A/N right now so... yeah. hope you like it

oh, and just to add... anyone of the 54 people who read this chapter last night... i had them as the actual strippers in that... but i think they'd be better as just belly dancers, don't you?

anyway, its not all that different, but i still think its good...

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"get out of bed!" max screamed at me as she pounced on top of the unconcious me. or at least, that's what i was pretending to be.

"get offa me!" i screamed and threw her onto the floor, the blankets landed on top of her.

i jumped out of bed and threw my pillow repeatedly on top of her, as i yelled, "what the fuck is your fucking problem? i was sleeping, goddamnit! don't need to pounce the shit out of me everytime i try to sleep. uhhh! go. fuck. yourself!"

then i climbed off the hysterical max and watched her crawl over to me, where she fell onto me, laughing. "ugh, get off me, freaking 500 pound bitch." and i shoved her off again. then i left her, on the floor laughing, to go take a shower.


MPOV

i decided, "what the hell?" and looked in the little phone book that the motel gave us, to find a dance studio. we were going to need a bit of money, right? so why not teach dance.

45 minutes later, max came out of the bathroom, freshened up and prepared for the day, while i sat there, still in my pj's, making call, after call, not getting anywhere. "well, that's just great, now isn't it! fine! i get that you're 'so sorry' that you can't bare to offer us a freaking job! yes, i understand perfectly. yeah, good day to you, my ass." i hung up the phone, and crossed out the last dance studio. in 50 miles radius of here.

rose looked at the phone book, and held out her hand for the phone.

"you have a problem with belly dancing?" she asked as she dialed the number.

"wait... wait, seriously? you can't be serious! i am not belly dancing! ever! what... stop! hang up before they-"

"oh, hello. yes, i was wondering if you happen to be looking to hire two dancers?" pause. "oh, yeah... we dance every kind of dance... except belly dancing. but it can't be that hard, you know? so, do you know a place that offers lessons?" pause. "oh! great! yeah, we can be over any time you want us." pause. "really! tonight? alright, alright, sounds great! yup, buh bye."

rose hung up the phone. turned to me. "we have jobs." she said, with a smile on her face.

just then, the phone rang again. i picked it up. "hello?"

"hi, yes, this is Rachel, from the Dance Academy. it turns out, i was wrong. we will have an opening in three months, the beginning of summer, actually. starting on June 12th. we will be needing two teachers. i can give you more details on which classes, but do you think you'd be able to instruct?"

"oh, um... yeah. absolutely. June 12th? sure. sounds great."

Rachel went on to tell me about teaching theatre, and jazz, and ballet, point... blah blah blah... it didn't really matter, since we'd only have to strip for three months. goodness help me.

"great. thank you. we'll see you then. buh bye."

i hung up.

i sat there, with my mouth shut and started randomly playing with my cell until rose couldn't take it anymore. "for goodness sake, just spill already!"

rolling my eyes, i said, "so... you plan of belly dancing isn't going to last nearly as long as you were hoping..."

she raised an eyebrow. "you know, you could just go into details without having to pause for me to say, 'and...?'"

i laughed. "ok, ok, true. so, we'll start teaching various classes at the Dance Academy place starting on June 12th. AKA: we only have to belly dance for 3 months! then we're done." i did a little spin in my swively chair.


RPOV

"thought you said we didn't have to go until tonight." max grumbled as i drove on the streets of downtown.

"nope. i said we didn't have to perform until tonight. but we're going for a lesson before then."

"what!" max screamed in my ear, bursting a drum.

"we're performing tonight? WHY! when?"

"because that's what richie told us to do. and he's our boss now. now stop spazzing out and relax. it can't be that hard. i mean, what's harder than point ballet?"

MPOV

"what's harder than point?" i mimicked rose's voice over and over again in my head as i did the most ho-like dance moves i've ever seen.

"good God in heaven, help me," i said, when richie said we were ready to try it while wearing the beadeed skirt.

getting the skirt attached to me, which richie said would soon be my 'best friend', i started my routine, shaking my ass sexily along the way.

as my routine song ended, and i noticed how discustingly sweaty i was, i headed to the showers.

"so... what do you think of richie?" asked rose.

"he's..."

rose laughed. "i know right! oh, shit look what time it is!" she said, as she looked at the clock. 11:45. "day-um. we've been at it for 5 hours. i'm going to need a nice bubble bath when i get home." she said.

"hmmf. me too."


we were at a party at a stripping bar. apparently the owner and richie were good friends and did joint nights often. i guess i'll be hanging around the strippers often enough...

"and now-" the dj announced, "the two newbies of the night, the disturbed little girls, rose and max"

at that, disturbia by rihanna came on, and the lights went off. we flew on stage. we were doing a duo since it was our first time. the spot lights flashed on us, and the 'blood' covered 'outfit' i was wearing earned gasps from the crowd, as did rose's.

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now

No more gas in the rig
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort

Throw on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

Faded pictures on the wall
It's like they talkin' to me
Disconnectin' your call
Your phone don't even ring
I gotta get out
Or figure this shit out
It's too close for comfort

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
I feel like a monster

Throw on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

Release me from this curse I'm in
Trying to maintain
But I'm struggling
You can't go, go, go
I think I'm going to oh, oh, oh

as i neared the egde of the stage, i saw a sight at the edge of the stage, that amazingly made my heart beat faster..

Throw on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under

there was a boy in the crowd, that had the sexiest hair ever. it was black, as was his eyes. and his entire outfit, really.

Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia

i kept going, but narrowly escaped bumping into rose as i continued to glance at him every few seconds.

It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Disturbia

i glanced over again, to have his eyes meet mine. they gave away nothing, but showed he wasn't here by choice.

Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

looking over one last time, i saw that he had the smallest smile on his lips that quickly disappeared as he turned to sit at the bar.

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum


RPOV

i didn't even get a chance to talk to max. she was already out the door, as if she were looking for someone.

following her, i could see she was getting a bit desbirate.

"you know, at any point you could decide to tell me who the hell you're looking for." i told her.

she didn't turn, but yelled back to me over the music, "this guy. he... i don't know... i just saw him when we were on stage... i just need to find him."

that's the only explanation i got out of her as she continued to look throughout the bar. 10 minutes later, i pulled her aside.

"sweets, i think he left or something. c'mon, let's just go home. it's getting really late."

sighing, max said, "fine. lezzgo."

MPOV

pulling out of the parking lot, i continued to look along the streets for him. way to be stupid, max. i thought to myself. why the hell would he still be here? plus with his looks... no way in hell is he from around here. he wouldn't be walking home. stupid...


A/N: ok, so... what doya think? you know the drill... R&R R&R R&R R&R R&R! pleez and thnk yas!