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Chapter #10

If he had presumed that the whole thing about a contract was just metaphoric, it was obviously that he was wrong; in the full might of the word.

Why is it, that every time he presumes something, he is always wrong?

Excellent question, one must admit. (Better ask the author to resolve this troubling matter).

When Aubrey had called him, inviting him to her yacht to get to some agreement about the crew and practice some random stuff, he was definitely not expecting that by 'some agreement' he would have to sign an actual contract, revised and supervised by her lawyers; and that, by 'practice some random stuff' he would have to learn girlish pop songs many times over, until it was perfectly performed.

There was the price for accepting being her partner. Is it regret what I smell?

"C'mon! We're not even over yet!" She said when he sat down on a bench.

"But we've been practicing for nearly 6 hours!" He complained, whipping his sweat off.

"We won't get to be the bests if we don't keep practicing!" Aubrey replied, panting.

"But look at yourself!" Angel said, "You're exhausted too! None of us can even move!" He said, having quite a good point.

The redhead took a deep breath, savoring the fresh salty air in her lungs, as the realization hit her harshly. All bathed in sweat, and limbs trembling by tiredness, Aubrey realized they both (she) needed to rest. "Well then." She agreed tiredly before placing herself next to him.

They both sighed in unison.

It was nearly the hour of twilight. The waves gently rocked the magnificent ship as the young couple remained in an awkward silence. The sounds of the seagulls were now mute, as nightfall approached in a quiet, dark speed. There was only silence, and the gentle move of the water beneath the ship.

It took quite a long time before any of them said something worth saying.

"See? You also needed to rest." The Latino said with a triumphant smile, slightly looking at his partner.

"Resting is for the weak." She quietly responded.

"But we're both resting, and neither of us is weak, are we?"

"No, we're not." She agreed.

"So? What's the matter, my lady?"

"We must be the bests." Aubrey confidently replied, looking at him straight in the eyes.

Angel felt himself crumble from inside, "We will be." He assured, trying to give her a confident smile.

However, it seemed it did not work. "How can you be so sure?" The redhead asked, turning to stare at the night life of the distant city; "How can you be so confident?"

"Because we, together, are the best crew ever." The Latino simply replied.

Aubrey immediately turned, quite surprised, yet disbelieving. "What makes you think I need you to shine?" She smugly asked.

"Why else would you have chosen me?" He fired back, smirking.

"What does it matter?" She turned again, not daring to meet his eyes.

"It matters to me."

For a brief moment, the redhead was short of words, little startled by the sudden romantic type tone her partner had decided to use for her; however, she had been close to fall into his claws. With an evil giggle, Aubrey replied, "Wasn't I clear when I asked you to pair up with me?" She asked.

"Uh…"

"I said I wanted you to be my partner for one simple reason: I didn't want to be left alone." She said cruelly.

"I already knew that." He said, as calmly as the stab allowed him to.

"You seem surprised, should I believe you?"

"Of course, if that's your will." He slightly bowed. "But I also remember some part of the talking when you mentioned my skill matching your own."

"Yes, I did mentioned that. But what about it?" Aubrey asked.

"Well, that means we were made to be together." Angel replied with a smug smile.

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Not again…" she murmured.

"Not what?" He asked, openly smiling.

"Stop flirting with me, you know it won't work." Aubrey replied calmly.

"It is worth trying, anyways." Angel said with a faltering smile.

She couldn't hold a light laugher.

"What's so funny?" The Latino asked, unsure. "Are you mocking me?"

"Not at all, I'm just impressed of how you still keep trying after all this time." The redhead replied, smiling at him.

"Six months is not such a big deal of time you know." Angel responded.

"Yes, I know, but it still impress me."

Awkward silence had fallen -again- upon them. As Angel couldn't find what to say, and Aubrey didn't care to continue. Night time had already arrived, and the stars shone bright and proud in the dark sky. Isn't it just amazing how fast time can run when you're enjoying yourself? First you start taking about simple issues and stuff nobody really cares about, and then you end up telling them your most precious secrets…

However (obviously) this was NOT the case.

None of them would ever reveal their secrets to the other. Not now, not ever. …Or so they kept telling themselves, as Angel relished Aubrey with a sight, and Aubrey scorned Angel by his playboy attitude.

Hard to believe they were a crew, uh?

However, it is well known that the best couples (the ones that get further, and have the best co-up work) are those who are completely opposite from one another. But, anyways, these two were merely practicing, and it would be a long time -or perhaps not- before they could actually show off all those hours of hard, tiring work.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the crews." Angel suddenly said, startling Aubrey.

"Uh? What do you mean?" The redhead asked, surprised.

"I already knew all that stuff about the crews; everybody did… but, you see, Emilia made us promise not to tell you." Angel confessed, innocently smiling at his confused partner.

Aubrey's face was priceless. Open-mouthed, indignant expression; it seemed almost comical in her perfectly crafted featured, although, it did gave her some sort of hotness -from Angel's point of view…-. The redhead pursed her lips together in an angry way, almost pouty, as she turned back, clearly upset at the revelation. "Did she now…?" She murmured in a dangerous tone.

"Well… yes… but you know, you can take your revenge upon her the next time we have a dance battle, what do you say about that?" Angel asked in an attempt to calm her down.

Aubrey slowly turned to place her hazel sight upon him. Angel felt his skin nearly crawl under her piercing eyes. "Well then, in that case I think we should waste no time in beating them up, don't you think?" Her lips formed a dark, evil smirk as her her eyes flashed with a revengeful spark.

Angel felt himself smiling at her simple sight.

"Do you like it?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am! Who do you think I am?"

Angel couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. Perfectly elaborated, from the finest fabric, perfectly fitting to his muscular frame… it was impossible.

"When did you have the time to make all this?" He asked, disbelievingly at the beautiful youth.

"Correction: I did not make it, I designed it, then I sent the designs and someone made it. Do we understand one another?" Aubrey said with a satisfied grin.

"Are you going to charge me for this?" The Latino suddenly asked, unsure if this would be as good as he refused to believe.

"What?" The redhead asked, unsure if she had heard well.

"Do I have to pay for this?" Angel repeated, almost anxious.

"What kind of question is that? Of course it's not! Don't be silly!" She almost laughed at the stupidity of the question her partner had just made. However, the Latino seemed to don't get the point. "Listen, Angel, I'm coasting this crew economically, right?" She asked, more seriously, then, she frowned, "Wait a second… did you even read the contract?" Aubrey asked, almost menacing.

"O-of course I did!" Angel said, blushing.

"No, you didn't!" Aubrey yelled, impatiently, "Dear god Angel, you can just sign your own execution order and you wouldn't even know! What the hell is wrong with you?!" The redhead looked at him angrily, and Angel couldn't help feeling as a punished kid. Aubrey sighed, trying to calm herself down, "Ok, I'll explain you the terms, ok?" Angel nodded, "As I had already said, I coast the crew in the economic aspect, so the only thing you have to do is to look handsome and bring people, ok?"

"Is that it?" Angel asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah. What else did you expect?" Aubrey asked rhetorically.

The Latino remained quiet. "So I'll keep this?" He asked, pointing at the clothes.

"If you don't want them, give them back and go find another crew." The redhead said with a dangerous note in her soft voice.

"No." Angel said, tightly embracing the clothes in his arms, almost as they were an infant.

Aubrey smiled, pleased, before turning. "I never expected you'd like them." She confessed.

"They are great chica! I totally love them!" Angel said happily, genuinely, as he smiled at her.

The redhead slightly turned, "Good to know." She said with an honest smile.

"Now we have all what we needed to match the others." Angel said, smugly smirking.

"Oh yes, we do." Aubrey agreed.

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