Disclaimer: I don't own VA. Honestly, who thinks I do?

A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with the family. To make it up to you I will be posting up to new chapters, without nagging you guys to review. Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Ayden sat in the chair, nest to Nelly. She watched as Briell, the make up artist, did her magic. Nelly had instructed smokey eyed, and mystic make up. Ayden had asked for the minimum, but with Nelly around, got plastered with make up. As Briell finished up with Nelly the hair dresser came in.

"Ah, Nelly. You look beautiful!" he exclaimed.

Ayden looked through the mirror to see a tall good looking moroi. He had his hair kit in one hand and a cell phone in the other. His dark black hair was spiked and his hazel eyes glowed.

"Maurice! Your finally here!" Nelly shouted. The moroi laughed and came over to them. He set down his things and kissed Nelly on both cheeks.

"Its so good to see you. When you postponed I got worried." Maurice said. Nelly smiled at him.

"No, I was just watching over my girl." she said, motioning over to Ayden. Maurice turned and looked at her. His smile grew. He circled around Ayden, playing with her hair.

"I'm going to have fun." he announced.

"Ayden this is Maurice, our hair stylist. Maurice, my friend Ayden." Nelly explained. Maurice nodded and ran his fingers through the length of Ayden's hair.

"Your hair is so beautiful, and long." he said. He looked at Nelly and shook his head. "I could have done a lot of things with your hair, but you went ahead and chopped it off." he chastised her. Nelly shrugged him off.

"I like it short." she said.

"Me too. It gives you a punk rock type look. Great image for the band." Ayden said. Nelly smiled, while Maurice sighed and rolled his eyes.

"So who do I get to work on first?" he asked.

"You can work on Ayden. I've got to check on everyone." Nelly said getting up. "Celia was supposed to be in hair and make up twenty minuets ago." Nelly said dialing on her cell phone. "I'll be right back." she said, pressing the phone to her ear. She waved goodbye as she walked out the door.

Maurice walked behind Ayden and ran his fingers through her hair again. He smiled at her through the mirror.

"So what did you have in mind?" he asked. Ayden shrugged.

"Just whatever." she said. Maurice looked at her concerned. He could tell that something was bothering her. But being the gentleman he is, he didn't ask.

"I think we'll do a half up style. What do you think?" he asked.

"Sounds good." she said, giving him an obvious fake smile. He smiled back, and got started.

Ayden watched as he styled her hair. It looked like he was enjoying himself. She wondered if he was gay, but thought it would be rude to ask. Plus it was so stereotypical. Not all guy hair stylist were gay. Just too damn bad all the cute ones were.

Maurice pulled out his curling iron and plugged it in, so it would heat up. He continued but wondered why Ayden seemed so … depressed. Nelly had told him that she was a quiet keep-to-themselves type of person, but this was beyond that. Ayden looked like she was an empty shell. Maurice couldn't take it anymore.

"So what's got you down in the dumps?" he asked. Ayden looked up at hm through the mirror. She smiled.

"I'm not down in the dumps." she lied.

"Uh-huh. Do you fool Nelly with that smile?" he asked. Her smile vanished, and she sighed.

"I've been living inside of a soap opera." she said.

"What happened?" Maurice asked.

"I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me." she said.

"Ouch. I'm sorry." he said.

"Can I ask you something?" Ayden asked.

"Sure." he said, smiling at her.

"If you were in my place, would it be stupid to still love him, even after what he did?" she asked. He shook his head, with a smile.

"It's not stupid at at all. It's natural. The hard part is getting over him." He said.

"Kind of hard, when he keeps trying to talk to me." she mumbled.

"Well, have you two talked about it before?" he asked. She shook her head, without ruining her hair.

"No. I've been to upset, pissed, and sad, to even try to talk to him." she confessed.

Maurice checked the iron, not hot yet. He then looked at Ayden, straight in the face and said what he thought.

"It seems to me that he knows what he did was wrong. He's trying to explain things to you. First he'll send you gifts, then try to get to you, then beg and plead you to take him back. Only way to get it over with is to talk to him." Maurice explained. Ayden looked at him like he was some Zen Master.

"You know a lot about this don't you." she said. He gave her a knowing smile. He picked up the curling iron and went back to work. She sighed and closed her eyes.

She felt Maurice's fingers brush against her, and could feel her hair moving. It some what relaxed her. Just like when Adrian used to play with her groaned at the memory. Her heart fell to her stomach.

"Tell me." Maurice said.

"Do you want him back?" he asked. But then again, it didn't sound like Maurice. It was deeper, husky, and more familiar.

Ayden slowly opened her eyes. She was expecting to immediately see Maurice's face, but instead it wasn't him. Her heart flew up from her stomach, up to her rib cage. It was beating so loudly that China could here it. Did he just hear everything that was just said? She really hoped not.

With Adrian out of the picture, she was starting to warm up to him. But with what she just said, that might just break his heart. She swallowed, unable to say anything.

Who she saw was Derek.

What's going to happen? What her answer? Does she want Adrian back? What's Derek got to do with anything? All answers will be revealed in the next chapter! Thanks for reading! ^_^

BoOkWoRm OUT!