Chapter Thirteen

"I cant believe it, really. I just cant believe it," Andie breathed slowly as she clutched her side against the stitch that bloomed there. Everyone was bent over and laughing as they sweated out the past hour's harsh work. Chase shook his head and looked in wonder to Moose, who sat uncomfortably in the corner, his hand pressed to the side of his stomach.

"You okay over there, Moose?" Moose nodded on the spot, looking up from the ground, a sleepy but content smile on his face. He breathed out in gasps, but he felt so alive. He felt like his nerve-endings were given a new lease of life, and each breath-taking step he made with the crew, each moment he turned and twisted, swerved and sweated, he felt alive. He felt like nothing could stop him. He felt invincable.

Hair came to sit beside him, followed by Cable, Smiles, and then the rest of the team. Moose pulled his head back and rested it against the wall. He sounded like he was choking, but he was laughing.

"I never thought I'd ever dance again," he said to himself. "Not like this."

"What do you mean, man? Jeesh, you went crazy!" Smiles laughed. It was easy, he reflected, how they couldn't and wouldn't understand. They never would. He smiled, looking to Camille, who shrugged her shoulders and mirrored his smile.

"I guess when I slipped into the coma, I guess a part of me wondered if I'd ever fully wake up again. Wake up and dance," he added softly.

"Coma?" Missy started.

"Um, yeah. I was in a car accident. I saved a girl's life by jumping in front of a car and pushing her out of the way," he answered simply. He splayed his hands wide and looked to the floor, feeling the metal of the brace dig against his skin. "God, I'm going to feel that later on," he added as he jerked himself off the wall, rubbing his back. Wordlessly then, he got up off the floor. He looked to Andie, whose face remained stuck in an expression of wonder as she watched him.

"You saved a little girl?"

The blush crept up his cheeks, and he looked down to the wooden floor. "Yeah, but let's not-"

"Well done man," someone tapped him on the shoulder, a welcoming, warm gesture that left Moose stunned and still. He knew it was Chase before he even turned his head.

"Thanks," he managed to say. His mum and dad didn't say that when he woke up. In fact, they were so glad he was awake, that they never bothered to tell him about the other girl, the one who cried as soon as he fell brokenly onto the wet pavement that day all those months ago.

Her name was Sophie, and she was a pretty little thing. Wide eyes and a beautiful smile. When she visited the hospital the day after he woke up, she clambered into the bed he slept in and with a childlike innocence she smiled and told him stories of the angels that visited her the day she almost died. It was so sweet of her, that he couldn't resist hugging her when she had to leave. Of course, he wondered about the angels, and whether she may have seen him, not as he lay on the pavement, but as a spirit or ghost as he fell out of his body.

The things children saw when they knew nothing evil of the world were what shook him to the core, and he wanted to believe she saw someone with wings, not someone like him, someone who on that day, survived as a ghost and not as an angel.

His parents never told him how proud they were of him, for jumping in front of a car in order to save a child's life. But these people, they were proud of him, their eyes shone in awe. He shook his head and his hands.

"Guys, really, please stop, its-" he scratched his neck as he heard Smiles say-

"Dude, thats not nothing. You saved someone's life, someone who is grateful and happy now."

"Yeah, I suppose were going to have to do something as heroic as that to get the girl's attention," Hair jokingly said, and Moose stopped, his eyes wide in horror. He opened his mouth and stared at Hair.

"Don't ever do what I did, please, just don't," he suddenly said, his heart pounding and his vision blurring. "Please, don't do it." Hair closed his mouth, the joke gleaming out of them. Everyone stared, and the silence errupted between all of them as cleanly as a volcano exploding from within. "When I done it, I fell into a sleep and I dreamt of things, crazy things. I thought I was dead and I believed I was alone, scarily alone. I thought no-one would hear me, and that I would never be seen by anyone ever again. I truly believed I was the only person in the world surrounded by others, and I had no voice, no say in anything that happened."

Was it really only just a week ago when he woke up? He never felt like it was that short distance away.

"You wouldn't understand, and I never want you to. But it's a scary place, and it's terrifyingly lonely, to be in one place, and to never move, to never speak to anyone, and to think you're a nobody."

"But you aren't Moose," Camille spoke soflty. "You aren't a nobody, and you never will be." She walked toward him, and clasped his hands in hers. He turned his face down to her.

"Of course, not with you there to remind me each and every time I doubt," he murmured, nuzzling her hair.

"Moose, you're one cool guy," Kido said simply, folding her arms. "I really like you, and you moves." He chuckled in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, you have sick moves and a wicked sense of humour, and dude, I only know you an hour," Monster said. "I can tell we're going to be great friends, no matter what happens in the Streets."

"The Streets?" Moose questioned. "Heh, were going to win the Streets."

Everyone clapped, and he tilted his head down to Camille, watching them as they partied their own little freestyle session. He leaned against the wall, never letting go of her hand, and continued to watch them with sleepy eyes. He was tired after the long day. He closed his eyes softly and listened to the music as it bounced over everyone's heads.

"Did you really hear me when I talked in the corridors?"

He opened his eyes and chuckled. "I heard everything you said. It was what woke me up in the first place, I think," he added, whispering against the loud music. "If I didn't hear your voice, I would never have come back. But when you spoke, I felt like I was leaving everything I ever wanted behind, and I kept thinking about how you looked when you collapsed, and how those creeps tore up the dance hall."

"I knew they done something, but I couldn't remember what exactly. I just remember-"

"The pain and the dizziness and the wanting to be far far away from me," Moose answered, gripping her hand before he let her go. "Look, Camille, I love you," he looked into her eyes, those brown orbs digging as deep as they could go. "I love how you make it easy, how good I feel when I'm with you. You're shy and smart, you dance like the whole world is watching and you have to show them who is boss. You're sweet and caring of others, especially when I felt I couldn't help, and that I was nothing more than a pain. You saw me," he added, "When no-one else did. I just wanted you to know that I love you, and that I never meant to cause you pain, back then-" he disjointedly stopped and looked down at his hands.

"I just felt like everything was passing my fingertips, and the noise that came whenever I touched you-"

"I wonder why that was," she noted. "I wonder why you could only hear it and see it when you touched me." He looked knowingly into her eyes, a small smile on his lips.

Shyly, he said, "I think it was because back then, I was beginning to fall in love with you." Her eyes twinkled in response.

"All the way back then?"

"Yeah, from the first second I saw you, on the arch, all I wanted to do was talk to you and-" he felt embarrassed, and so he hedged his head away from her line of sight. Immediately, she shook her hands.

"What?! Is there something wrong?!"

"-I wanted to kiss you," he finished quietly, the colour red seeping up through his clothes. "I wanted to touch you and feel how real you were. I just wanted to be with you." Camille stopped and stared at this shy Moose, his shoulders tight with embarrssment and his eyes looking everywhere but at her. "I wanted to feel how falling in love would feel, but between two people who were exactly the same, where there was no difference, no powers from high above preventing us from being together."

"Moose..."

"Hm?" he looked at her, the question in his eyes, not fading with the easy blush on his cheeks.

"You really feel that way? About me? About us?"

"Yeah. Is it wrong to feel yourself fall for someone you never knew before?" he started, his mouth trying to follow the words he was trying to make up, his hands twirling through the air as he aimed for the words to describe how he felt. Camille smiled, putting her hand on his cheek, followed by the other, as she cradled him within her palms.

"I think it's perfectly normal to fall for someone within the first second of meeting them. It's happened to more people than you'd think."

"I just- I just don't want to lose you simply because I cant stop-"

"I don't think anyone could stop, even if they tried their best," she whispered, looking at him in a new light. She felt she knew everything about him, and that somehow, they were meant to be. No matter how it ended, their meeting, their friendship, was meant to be. She leaned up toward him, and softly, like an angel's caress, she kissed him.

He closed his eyes against her, and melted right into her.

She was right. He couldn't stop loving her. He genuninely couldn't.

He breathed against her, tickling her, and she smiled. "It feels right, to be like this," she commented.

"It feels like it was meant to be," he replied, leaning against her, and filling his palm with a handful of her hair, combing his fingers through it like it was sand. He gathered her into a hug, feeling his heart pump with the happiness he never thought he'd ever have ever again.

Everyone cat-called and hooted against them, and they smiled together. Her heart raced against his chest, and she wondered if he could feel it, racing right next to his.

A/N:::N'awww, more mushy stuff! x/X Thank you everyone for your reviews and thoughts, I'm so glad you're still interested in this piece, and want to keep reading! X3

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