Okay, so the only reason I didn't update sooner was because I couldn't think of anything 'till it hit me earlier today. And when I say "it hit me", I mean, it HIT me when I had a basketball "accidentally" lobbed at my head. Anyway, to my reviewers...

RidingtheRoughWaters- Oh, trust me they will... eventually

HealingSpringWaters- I was actually wondering if anyone caught that. If anyone else had, they're not letting on. Oh well.

XS Fanatic- Believe it or not, I'm taking both pieces of advice from you. You and that basketball got this in my head.

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vicky- Sweet!

Okay, so I sort of had this idea in the back of my head when I started this around a year ago, but I didn't think I'd be able to put it in, but what do ya know?

The song in this chapter will be 'Dance With Me' by Drew Seeley and Belinda.

On with the story!

Kimiko's POV

Oh yes! Now's the latest episode of "Rehearsals of Hell". In this weeks episode, all questions will hopefully be answered! Will we be able to get through today without jumping down each others' throats? Will Raimundo live to see the next episode? Can we pull off a show? (God, help us) Will I stop talking like this?

That one's a no-brainer. God, I'm sounding more and more like Judy everyday. That's not healthy. I guess its because we've both been complaining about who we got paired up with. Usually, Robin's in on the complaining, so I don't hang out with Judy so much that its bad for my health.

Anyway, I just got to the studio where Raimundo and I are rehearsing, and I found him already there, early. Well that's a first.

His back was to me, so he didn't notice that we were, yet again, stuck together. Now, a crazy person would use this as an advantage to pull a sick prank or something, but I wasn't in the mood. So I just dumped my backpack on the ground as loudly as I could. He instantly looked up at what (or who) made the noise, and saw me looking at him impatiently.

People usually tell me that when I look impatient...I wont even go there. Point is, seeing me impatient really isn't a good thing. But after realizing it was me, he smiled, and held out his arms like he expected a hug or something. I don't know why he looks so happy, 'cause I'm not.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a sarcastic snide.

"Now, now, Kim," he said in what I guess is supposed to be a "don't get you knickers in a bunch" tone, which is weird 'cause nobody says knickers. "Look, I know you're still mad at me for...various reasons."

I rolled my eyes.

"But, you know what? I'm willing to let go of the past, and focus on the now. You know, Jake and Judy are gettin' along now."

Pfft! As if I didn't know. Judy hasn't been in a bad mood for days, unlike moi!

"So I thought," he went on, "that we could try what they did."

"What? Piss off Ashley in public?" You know what? I don't even know why I'm fighting anymore. Its not such a bad idea. Trying what they did, I mean. And as much as I hate to admit it, I do need him. "What do ya say?"

I pretended to ponder this for a minute, even though my mind was already made up. "What do ya have in mind?"

He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. Stupid organ!

"I heard you just learned the tango."

"What can I say? Judy sometimes brings what she does at school home with her. That's how I get sucked into some of her stupid pranks that lands us in detention. For once, she brought home something that doesn't involve the school board threatening to expel us. Quite refreshing."

"I heard that she's the reason that the school even hired those dance teachers: to keep her too busy to get into trouble."

"I know Judy. No amount of dance classes are gonna keep her busy long enough to turn her from juvenile delinquent to model citizen."

"Neither is Jake."

"Yeah, well, what are ya gonna do?"

"I know, right?"

Amazing how we can jump from subject to subject without noticing it. A couple of minutes went by before Raimundo could remember what he was talking about before.

"Right. Anyway, I was thinking, we could try doing that for this rehearsal. You know, get rid of that nega-" He looked stuck. "Nega...tive..ness," he finished lamely.

I scoffed.

"What? I fell asleep in English! Doesn't everybody?" he snapped hotly.

"Whatever." We just went through more than five minutes without jumping down each others' throats. I'd like to keep that going.

"Anyway, what do ya say? Dance with me?"

You know what? I might have subconsciously known that he was going to ask that, but like the name suggests, its subconscious! Not pri..cons...cious. If he's right about anything, its that everybody falls asleep in English. Anyway, I was caught totally off guard.

"Me? Oh, no way! It was only an afternoon's worth of classes. I'm not that good." Can I just say that I hate revealing my inabilities to other people. I'm not too crazy about revealing my inabilities to myself.

"That's okay."

Looks like I'm not the only one who's trying not to start a fight. He'd usually start laughing at me right about now.

"I can show you a few pointers."

"You can tango?" I said with disbelief dripping from every one of my syllables.

"I'm okay," he shrugged. No cockiness? He's really trying to make this work.

"I don't know." I still felt a little uncertain.

"Come on! Its fun once ya get into it!"

He didn't wait for my response, but turned on the boom box connected to the wall. A guitar played very romantically, and the Brazilian prankster took off with the beat that followed it. If I had never seen Judy dance like the professionals, I'd say that Raimundo was one.

"Follow me into my world.

Let your worries fade with every step you take.

Baby, what'cha waiting for?

Let the tango take control.

Feel the music inside your soul. Oh."

He extended his hand toward me. "My hand is out.

Just grab a hold."

I only hesitated for a second this time before I held out my hand, and he immediately took it and swept me to my feet.

"Watch time fade away.

My arms will keep you safe.

Its just you and me.

Dancing in this dream.

Whatever you do, don't wake me up.

The feeling's real, wont let it stop, no."

He twirled me until I stumbled away from him from dizziness.

"Don't be afraid, take my hand.

Forget the world.

Will you dance?

Dance with me.

Podamos bailar eternamente."

He held out his hand to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it.

"Now I have you next to me.

Everything is how it should be.

Baby, don't fight the feeling.

We're floating on the clouds.

If I could, I'd never come back down.

Baby, let's keep on groovin'."

He twirled me again, and I miraculously was able to stay on my feet. I glanced at the mirror wall in front of me (behind Raimundo), and it looked like I was finally getting the hang of this. That last twirl would make Judy proud.

"As time fades away,

My arms will keep you safe.

Its just you and me,

Dancing in this dream."

"Whatever you do, don't wake me up.

The feeling's real, wont let it stop, no."

He twirled me again, and it was as successful as the last one.

"Don't be afraid, take my hand.

Forget the world.

Will you dance?

Dance with me.

Podamos bailar eternamente."

The music slowed, and I thought it was about to stop, but it didn't. It got the part that all those classic romantic dances involved close contact. And of course, we were almost nose to nose. I wasn't complaining in their right mind would complain when Raimundo would be this close so you could see the gold flecks in his intense green eyes. Oh no. I've been in this scenario with him before, and I ain't going back. But I didn't want to stop the dance either. Not when it was getting so good. I spun out so I faced away from him.

"Dance with me," he insisted, still holding my hands loosely behind my back.

"I'm dancing with you."

"For this moment in time."

"My dreams have come true."

"Dance with me."

He twirled me fast so I spun on my toe like a ballet dancer.

"If for only one night."

"Don't be afraid, take my hand.

Forget the world.

Will you dance?

Dance with me.

Podamos bailar eternamente."

We ended in a dip, his face inches away from mine. Make that centimeters. Millimeters. Whatever is next. Our noses were touching. Closer...Closer...Farther.

I pushed him away at the last second. And I mean the last second. Our lips practically brushed together.

But I knew what would happen next. We would kiss passionately after a very romantic dance, be one of those shocking couples that the school would gossip about and be jealous of. After that stage, then the relationship is considered over. The girls here play dirty. That's what happened last time. I am not going to let this guy smash my heart into a million pieces. Not again.

Okay, so finally something happens. Please, please, PLEASE leave a review. It only takes a click of a button and tapping that nice little keyboard in front of you. Later!