Alright so I'm sorry I haven't been posting the chapters quicker but I've been super busy with just a lot of stuff but I am working on it, so please cut me some slack. Here's another chapter and I hope you all enjoy it. Please keep reading and reviewing. Please read all the way to end because I left certain people some shout outs. Thank you all so much for the support. Disclaimer: I do not own SON or the characters.
Chapter 20
Chance's POV
She, she ain't real
She ain't gon' be able to love you like I will
She is a stranger
You and I have history or don't you remember?
Sure, she got it all but baby is that really what you want?
I open myself up from the curled position on the floor, expanding my arms up as I roll my body; I then roll myself backwards, spinning myself into a standing position. I step out doing a small turn, stretching my left leg out to show off my flexibility. I move my hips in a side to side sharp motion, letting Adele's lyrics take over my body. I look over at Chelsea who seems more focus on me rather than her canvas; her eyes seem to be captivated by me, which I don't mind.
Bless your soul; you got your head in the clouds
She made a fool out of you and, boy she's bringing you down
She made your heart melt but you're cold to the core
Now rumor has it, she ain't got your love anymore
I circle the room with my jump turns making sure to open myself up for height. I reach up looking up, stretching my arms above me, they moves down my neck, letting my hands gently wrap around it. I spin down, kicking my leg over so that I am lying on my stomach. I transfer into a straddle split, getting up as I walk to the back of the studio.
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I rush to the middle of the room, doing six pump turns and ending in a high toe touch. I look over at Chelsea who is clapping with glee, almost like she is seeing Santa for the first time. Her smile is making her glow from ear to ear. Her eyes are filled with some much joy and I can't help but smile at how adorable she is.
"Are you going to do that every time I dance?"
"I'm sorry; it's that you're really amazing. I had no idea that you could dance like that."
"Well I'm just full of surprises." I say before taking a long sip of my water. With all this dancing, I am all sweaty, so I decided to take off my black tank, only standing in my white sports bra and black tights. I hear Chelsea take a big gulp of her salvia as she stares at my abs. I'm not one to brag or anything but my body is pretty banging. That is always a plus with being a dancer; I've always had a killer body, now my feet are another story. But let's just say that it's not a rumor that dancers have the worst looking feet. I see Chelsea trying not to sigh as she stares at me.
"Drool much Chels?"
She takes notices that I knew that she was staring at me and quickly fixed her body posture and went back to drawing on her canvas.
"In your dreams, not everyone is infatuated with your body."
"But most people are." I say jokingly. Chelsea rolls her eyes and continues to draw but a frustrated look takes over her beautiful face. I walk over to her wondering what's wrong.
"How's your work coming?"
"Not that great actually, I'm totally sucking right now."
I look at her work and I am completely confused. I was taken aback by what I saw; the sketch was light but was bold in certain parts. In the background were a row of mirrors that held the reflection of the dancer. The main focus was the dancer who just gave off this vibe of grace and true beauty.
"One, this cannot be me and two, Chelsea what are you talking about? This looks amazing."
"You don't have to be nice, my sketch sucks. I didn't do you in justice."
"What do you mean?"
She puts down her down her equipment and looks into my eyes. I can see the reflection of my eye color in hers and they make this mixed almost hazel color.
"Don't ever tell Spencer what I am about to tell you but you're probably the greatest dancer I've ever seen."
"You really think so?"
"Of course I do. You adapt to all sorts of dance styles and the beauty of it is that you make it your own. It's not you trying to be something you're not or doing someone's choreography. Sort of like you speak your feelings through your dance moves. You're everything a dancer should embrace. You're confident, naturally talented, sexy, and beautiful."
I never had someone talk about me like that. Like they had so much faith in me, and for some reason it sounds amazing coming from Chelsea. Especially the way she called me sexy. Wait, did she really call me sexy?
"Did you really call me sexy?" I say unexpectedly. Chelsea looks like a deer caught in headlights and wants to crawl into a small hole to get away from me. Great going Chance, you just scared your dream girl away.
"I…it just came out… I don't know where it came from. Me and my stupid big mouth are always saying things that we shouldn't."
I can't help but feel hurt by what she said. Why shouldn't she say those things? Is it because she's not attracted to me? Is it because she is attracted to me?
"No one has ever talked about me like… or even about my dancing."
"But you're made to dance. I'm sure someone has said those things to you at some point."
"Maybe they have but…when you say them, they mean something… they aren't just compliments."
"If they aren't compliments then what are they?" Chelsea asks me while changing her body closer to mine. I take the opportunity to move closer to her, towering over her because she is sitting on a stool.
"I don't know how to explain it, it just feels right." And at that moment, I did what feels right and even though she may slap me or never talk to me again, I cup her face with my hands and press my lips against hers. Her lips don't move, but I embrace the taste of them, it was like I tasted something I had never had before and I couldn't get enough of it. I was getting nervous, but before I could fully pull away, I felt Chelsea's lips move in unison with mine, taking control of our kiss. Her hand is gently pressed against my lower back, causing chills to come down my spine. It feels as though electricity is forming from our kiss but it feels so good that I don't want to pull away. Sadly, our kiss ended but I was greeted by one of Chelsea's warm smiles, she looks like she wants to say something but was cut off by a deep voice.
"I guess this is a bad time." We both turn to see a tall dark skinned guy standing in the studio with a blown away expression.
"Shit." Chelsea had no gotten up from the stool and seemed to want to keep a far distance between us.
"I should have called." Yeah you should have. "Guess I'll see you later." He leaves the studio and makes his way out of the building. Before I should say anything to Chelsea, she is running after him calling his name. Wow, he must be really important to her. I guess that lets me know where I stand.
Ashley's POV
I know I say this a lot but just being around Spencer makes everything so much better. I was tired of being in that stupid booth and didn't think that I could sing one more note, but now that she's here, I can't help but be inspired.
"Baby please stop beating yourself up about what your mom said. You can't help that you love to dance." Even though I am happy to see her, I feel bad that she's upset about what her mom said. I honestly don't know how her mom can deny talent like that.
"But the more I think about it, the more I realize that she's right. I could get hurt and never dance again and it's not the easiest business to get into."
"Neither is the world, but it doesn't stop people from figuring it out." I move behind Spencer, placing my arms around her, as she relaxes in my arms. "If I told you that I didn't want to make music anymore just because of what someone said, what would you say?"
"I would tell you that you're crazy for listening to other people and not following your dream." Spencer then turns to look at me, after realizing what she said, shooting me a look that makes me giggle.
"You said it yourself babe. You would be crazy not to continue dancing just because your mom said so. In order to achieve your dream, you're gonna have to do things that people don't like even if upsets some people." I give her a light kiss on the curve her neck, while a small smile comes across her face.
"Enough about me and my drama, shouldn't you be in the booth making Ian millions?"
"I'm not there yet hun; I just wanted to take a small break and actually spend time with you."
"You've had an hour break Davies; get your ass back in there." Ian says not looking up from his work. I know, he's such a buzz kill. I roll my eyes at him and stick out my tongue. "I saw that, and if you keep it up, I'll keep you a prisoner here until it's done."
"No you won't, Spencer won't allow it." I say confidently, knowing that my baby won't make me suffer.
"I'm with Ian on this one Ash."
"But babe, you're on my side."
"I am, and that's why I'm doing what's best for you and making you go in there." Spencer takes my hand and drags me into the recording booth, closing the door behind us. I look into Spencer's eyes as they glisten from the lights, making them shine out even more. She moves closer to me, closing the gap between us. She tilts her head in slowly and I close my eyes to await my kiss. Seconds go by and I no longer feel her warm presence, I open my eyes to see that she is not around. Unless I'm dreaming, I know that Spencer was in here just a second ago. I look around until I hear the tapping of glass, I turn to see Ian and Spencer on the other side of the booth waving at me and laughing. I put on my headphones and give them pout a furious look.
"You guys suck!" I say through the microphone, but they only respond by laughing and high fiving each other. I roll my eyes and decided to actually get this done so that I can get the hell out of here. "Let's get this over with." I say before clearing my throat. Ian gives me the nod, and I hear the chords of an acoustic guitar play through my headphones. I take a deep breath, giving this take my all.
We belong together
Like the open seas and shore
Wedded by the planet force
We've all been spoken for
I soon here an electric guitar and drums kick in as well, playing out for a while. After about ten seconds they die down and play softly
The hammer may strike
Be dead on the ground
A net to my hand
A cross on her crown
We're done if, we're undone
Finished who we are incomplete
As one we are everything
We are everything we need
We belong together
Like the open seas and shore
Wedded by the planet force
We've all been spoken for
My eyes make their way to Spencer whose attention is glued to me. A smile makes its way to my face, making my nose crinkle. Spencer blushes a deep shade of red and I can't help but wink at her, making her blush even more.
What good is a life?
With no one to share,
The light of the moon,
The honor of a swear?
The kingdom of men,
Is hollow within,
Without depth,
Without the care,
That it takes to make a perfect love,
The passion to find the other truth,
To visualize the straightening from the skew,
To treat a common comfort for all of you,
Would you try to live the way in which you speak?
Taste the milk of your mother earth's love?
Spread the word of consciousness you seek?
We are everything we need
We belong together
like the open seas and shores
wedded by the planet force
we've all been spoken for
I remember when I was writing this song, how much of a dark place I was in. I didn't think that I would be able to make it another day without being with my blue eyed angel. But somehow when I sing this song, the light appears and I know that Spencer and I will always be connected.
All this indecision
all this independent strength
still
we've got our hearts on safe
we've got our hearts on safe
Someday when you're lonely,
sometime after all this bliss,
somewhere lost in emptiness,
I hope you find this gift...
I hope you find this gift…
I hope you find this gift.
The acoustic guitar plays its last chord and I wait to see what Ian has to say. Hopefully it was good enough for the track. It seemed like he was taking forever to say something, I didn't care if had told me that it was the worst take he ever heard, I just wanted him to say something, anything.
"Ian was it good or what?"
Ian doesn't look up at me, just keeps doing whatever it is that he's supposed to do but the suspense is killing me.
"Ian, stop being a dick and tell me what you think."
Ian finally makes his attention to me, giving me a small chuckle before he speaks.
"Davies, not only is it good, but this could be your first single."
I smile, mostly because I didn't know what else to do. The booth's door swings open and I am attacked by Spencer as she picks me up and spins me around in a circle.
"Baby, that was incredible. You're gonna be huge!"
"I don't know about that Spence, but this is incredible."
"Trust me when I say this, you're gonna be a bigger star than you already are."
'Spencer, I'm not even close to being a star."
"Correction, because you are my star Ashley Davies." Spencer places me down and gives me a small kiss, letting me know how proud she is of me. Maybe it was from the excitement of having the demo done or having Spencer in my life again, but I knew that this was the happiest that ever could be.
Yes, I know that its short but my head is brainstorming with tons of ideas and I'm trying to see where this could go, so please don't be upset with me. Tell me what you think about this chapter; do you guys like the Chance and Chelsea pairing? What would you all like to see? Let me know and I will take it into consideration. I wanted to point some people out so here it goes and if I didn't get you this time, I will get back at you in the next chapter.
MyFearlessLife: Yeah, I'm happy that Tonya and Spencer are back to being sisters now, maybe they will be closer now. And I'm glad that you like Chance, because it means that I'm doing something right.
Idwalkthroughhell4u: Sorry to keep leaving you with cliffhangers but they give me more inspiration because then the story can go in any direction. And no matter what story I write, I will never kill Spashley because I love them way too much.
Loudmouthschmuck: Tonya is defiantly the type of person that always ends up in trouble whether she intends to or not, but Spencer is the type of person that will save her no matter what. It's both good and bad because it means that Spencer has unconditional love for Tonya but she could get Spencer mixed up in some stuff too.
Victorial117: Can I just say that you're one of my favorite fanfic writers on here. I really love your kissing booth love story and now I'm addicted to Davies love search, they're so good. But I'm so happy that you're reading my story and that you like it. It means a lot.
Songs used:
Rumor has it – Adele
We belong together- Gavin Degraw