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{ riley's version }

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The music started and my body started to move with the practiced ease of a routine. I tried to catch myself in the mirror but I knew that I had to know the steps without watching myself. I could feel Wil watching me in the background and it gave me a bit more confidence in the steps I knew. Hell, I had been the one to choreograph it.

The sweat was dripping down my body and it was a comfort. The work of it all was something that kept me going. My shoes would catch the ground and I loved the little squeak, Wil said it added attitude, and god, I couldn't hate it. Anything he said was right. He was the one that got me this spot and I had to work hard enough to make sure that I kept it, it was only fair.

"Not bad, hun."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my towel to wipe off the sweat once the music stopped. "Not bad is not what I want."

"You're never going to be perfect."

I scoffed, playfully throwing my towel at him. He caught it with a smirk, throwing it onto my dance bag as he slid off the wall with the grace of a professional dancer. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I tried not to smile but that was a losing battle, my arms coming to rest around his neck.

"You could always make it a duet."

"No."

He shrugged, strutting back to his spot on the wall. "Then run it again."

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I shivered as I sat in the car next to Izzy. She was rambling on about how it was stupid of me to just sit in the rain and how I was going to get myself sick. I nodded, knowing that she was right but I couldn't care. It was what I needed at the moment.

"Riley, I am serious!"

"I'm sorry, what?"

She groaned, pulling the car to the side in the hotel parking lot. She parked it and looked at me, those bright eyes holding me in place like she could see inside of my very heart.

"Whatever you have going on, you can talk to me about it."

"Iz-"

"Ri, I love you. You are my best friend. You can talk to me about it."

I took her hands, watching as she winced a bit at how cold they were but she didn't move her hands and I didn't let go. "I promise you, I am okay. I just needed a second."

"We're going out."

"AGAIN?"

She snorted. "Not like that, love. Lord, I am still hungover."

"Then what?"

"Some silly cafe or dinner, I don't know. But you and I are going to sit down and talk about this. I need the drama."

I rolled my eyes as we both got out of the car. The rain had gone down to just a little trickle and I watched as it graced her. Izzy was someone who always looked beautiful and it was slightly annoying. Not in a jealous way. Izzy was the type of person that was beautiful inside and out. But I wished for the time that I could feel that beautiful again.