Chapter 3

Hello people! Sorry I have been away for a while. I have been swamped with school. Ah, the joys of being a high schooler. But anyways, I thank you all for reading my story and don't be shy as to leave a review. It is always appreciated! Happy Reading, see you all soon. (I hope :) )

After a stop at the town retro diner, we pulled up to the house. We all rushed out of the truck and I went to the trunk to get the crews things out for them. Just as I opened the trunk, I heard a voice.

"Hey, you want some help?" I looked up only to meet two gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and a cute lopsided smile.

"I…uh…yeah, sure. I-I mean, if you want to help, that's fine." I stuttered. He was so cute! His bushy, dark brown hair was sticking out of a dark green beanie. He was wearing a very casual, laid back outfit to match. He then saw my face and gave me a bigger smile showing off his perfect white teeth. He stuck out his hand to me.

"I'm Robert Alexander III, but people call me Moose." I gently took his hand and shook it. I smiled back at his nickname.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Faye, John and Yvonne's daughter." He gave me a chuckle.

"Oh yeah, Bun Bun." I blushed.

"Yeah. My dad has been calling be that since forever. I guess it kind of stuck over time." I let go of his hand, trying not to make it seem awkward.

"So do you want any help, Bun Bun?" He teased with a smile. I blushed harder. Damn him. Why the hell am I blushing? This is strictly professional, Faye. Get it together. I frowned at him.

"I would prefer if you called me Faye. One man calling me that is too many as it is." He chuckled.

"Well, I'll just have to call you something else then." He started moving suitcases out of the truck. I stared at him. He is an interesting man. I can tell he is very mellow and loves goofing off. Kind of like me at times. I just might have to get to know him better.

After Moose and I got everyone's bags out of the trunk, I led the crew too the smaller pool house out back. It only had three rooms, but I'm sure they can figure something out. The only thing it didn't have was a kitchen. I gave the crew a lay down of the meal schedule and how to work the TV. Then I told them I would give them a tour of the house later so, if they needed me or my parents, they would have some idea of where to look. Once I was done telling them everything, I went to the main house to let them get settled, unpack, and fight over who gets which room. My parents were chatting in the living room, so I decided to join them.

I plopped down on the couch and switched on the TV. My dad cleared his throat and turned towards me.

"So Bun Bun, what do you think of them?" I answered with my eyes still glued to the cartoons on the TV.

"I think they're really cool. I can't wait until we start dancing together. I want to learn everything they can teach me. When did you say we could go to the studio?" I asked.

"In about three days. That means you have three days to show them around town. You can take them to the shopping plaza that's down the street."

"Dad, that's not down the street. It's three blocks away." I complained. I always hated walking to the plaza. Especially, in the summer. It can get super hot here in the summer months.

"Well, I hope that doesn't mean you can't still go. I mean, they might as well get a low down of the town since, they are staying for a while." Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that part.

Once I went back to the pool house, The Pirates were just hanging out with each other. Most likely waiting for that tour I promised. I took them to all of the secret and not so secret places throughout the house. They seemed to have a good time since; they would always express how much they loved my house. Just as we finished, it was time for dinner. We all went and piled into the dinning room, taking our seats at the large table. To my luck, Moose decided to sit next to me. Of course, in my head, I was squealing with delight. Mabel our, cook and cleaning lady, made spaghetti with meatballs. We all talked the meal away with stories of traveling, dancing, and an embarrassing story from my dad involving me, some bread, and a very angry duck.

When dinner was over, the crew went back to the pool house saying their goodnights. Mabel and I cleaned up the dishes and my parents decided to turn it. When it was around eleven o'clock, I decided to head off to bed. I changed into my pajamas and snuggled into bed and instantly fell asleep.

I felt something tickle my nose. I swatted it away but it came back again. Then, I opened my eyes and saw Moose sitting on my bed with a large feather in his hand. I gasped and shot up into a sitting position.

"Moose! What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in?" He gave me a lopsided smile and pointed towards the open balcony door. Well that explains it. I rolled my eyes at him. "What if this was my parent's room, or Mabel's room. What would you do then?" His grin widened.

"Then, I would've went out the same way I came in," He said matter-of-factly. "I am a dancer. Stealth is not that hard for me." I smiled a bit. He had a point. Dancing can be useful at times when you may need it.

"Well, what do you want? Is everything okay?" I asked, slight concern rising in my voice. His eyebrows came together and he slowly shook his head.

"No, everything's fine. I just wanted to see if you would like to come out and train with me." Oh my god! This hot piece of ass is asking me to come and train with him! Wait, what? Did I just say that? Ugh! Keeping it professional is a lot harder than I first anticipated. Nonetheless, I was not about to give up on the opportunity.

"Oh yes please!" I said eagerly. He chuckled then lifted from my bed. I pushed the covers away and went to my closet, shutting the door behind me. I heard Moose's voice coming from the other side.

"Don't wear anything too flashy. It's just training. A t-shirt and some sweats will do." I sounded an okay and quickly changed into a tee and a pair of grey yoga pants. Before I put on my shirt, I grabbed the deodorant from the shelf and applied a bit. Once I threw my shirt on, I headed out to meet up with Moose. I looked around but saw him nowhere in my room. I went over to the balcony door and looked out over the railings of the large balcony. Then, I looked up behind me and low and behold, there he was squatting on the roof.

"How did you get up there?" He motioned towards the tree that was right next to the balcony. I grabbed a branch that was touching the edge of the balcony and climbed on. I carefully made my way to the trunk of the large tree. Once I got to it, I clung on it like a koala and tried not to look down. I have always been a bit scared of heights growing up.

"Don't worry Faye. I'll come and get you." Moose climbed off of the roof onto the tree and gracefully made his way to me.

The way he moved was magical. He could twist and turn through the branches like a slithering cobra. I know that cobras are not associated with grace much, but Moose pulled it off.

Once he reached me, he put his arm around my torso and told me to put my arm around his neck. Then, he led me towards the same path he took to get to me and slowly got me to the roof. I grabbed on to the edge of the roof and pulled myself up with Moose following right behind me. I gave a sigh of relief. Moose gave me a slightly concerned look.

"You okay?"

I smiled. "A little shaken up from the height but, yeah, I'm fine." His face relaxed.

"Well, do you think you can handle training?" He asked.

"What exactly is the training?" He looked off towards the houses and buildings behind him. He turned back to me.

"Roof jumping." My eyes widened. Was he for real? Did he not just witness me clinging to that tree like a monkey to its mom? How the hell was I supposed to roof jump?

"You're kidding me right? Please tell me you are? I'm not that good with height as you could tell." He smiled.

"I know. This could help you get over your fear." He walked over to the edge of the roof. "All you have to do is give it a running start," He walked back past me and got into a running stance. "And jump." He started running, picking up more speed as he did. Then, as he neared the edge, he jumped and did a double front flip in the air. He landed somewhat softly on the neighbors' roof. My jaw draped. He turned around and gave me a smirk.

"Moose, that was amazing! I have never seen anything like that!" I called to him.

"Give it a try!" He called back. Oh no, it's my turn. I nodded towards him and went to the far side of the roof were Moose started. I gave a deep breath and got into a running stance. I kicked off and picked up more and more speed. Once I got to the edge, I jumped into the air and gave a single spin in the air. I landed on the roof clumsily and huffing for breath. I looked up to see Moose smiling down at me.

"Well," I stood up on shaky legs. "How did I do?" He laughed a little.

"You did great for your first time. Most people would be too scared to give it a try at first. You want to keep going?" I nodded my head with an eager-beaver smile crossing my face. He nodded back and started running off of the roof and jumped to the next. I ran right behind him and tried to keep pace. Of course, he was faster but I still managed to stay right on his tail.

This was amazing, to say the least. It felt like I was flying through the air. I felt wild and free for once! Nothing could ever top this feeling. Not even being on the crew with Moose. I felt like I could be who I am.

The sun was just now starting to peak over the horizon. Hopefully Mabel wasn't up yet. She would have a fit if I she saw I was missing.

After about an hour and a half of roof jumping, Moose slowed to a stop on the roof of a shop in the middle of town. Moose was hunched over trying to catch his breath from the vigorous running.

"Alright," He finally said. I leaned up against a pole in front of him. "That's enough for today. You did good. I think you acted very brave for someone who is afraid of heights. I didn't think you would be able to last this long either." I smiled feeling very proud of myself. He came over to lean against the pole next to me.

"Well, I'm full of surprises," I smirked at him. "So, who taught you how to train people like this?" I asked.

"Luke did. Yeah, he loved to train us this way. He still does, but he wants us to do it on our own know. He said that doing things like this is good for dancing. It gives you a good idea of how to pull off amazing things during a performance." He chuckled. "It also helps when you're running from the cops." I laughed. I would love to piss off a cop just to try this while running. Seems like it could give you a rush.

"I don't blame you. I sometimes get chased because I'm a 'public disturbance' or whatever. I really don't see the reason to chase. My parents are world-class dancers! I've never tried this technique though."

"Well, some people just don't get it, I guess. The feeling of doing things with your body that not every other human can do. It can be hard at times. My parents were like that. They wanted me to give up dancing to become a tech major. I couldn't do that of course. So with the help of a crap load of battles and a lot of hard work, I became a double major." I looked at him intently. I new exactly what he meant. When I was in school, no one seemed to be interested in dance the way I was. Even when I got to college, no one really accepted me. They would call me a freak with no life because I was always in the dance room by myself.

"Moose, I love it when you talk about dance. It's your dream! Your whole face seems to light up when you do. I admire you for it too. And I know how you feel. I went though the same thing, never feeling accepted."

"You are very brave for not letting people get to you. I admire you for that. Hey, that is what I'll call you." I looked questionably at him.

"What is it that you'll call me?" He smiled.

"Brave." I smiled back. No one has ever given me a cool nickname. I was very grateful. I pushed off of the pole and went over to a ladder that was going down the building we were on. I looked over to the diner that was just opening up across the street. I motioned over to Moose.

"Come on, let's go have breakfast." I climbed down the ladder, with Moose in tow, and started off towards the diner for some well-deserved food.