Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

It had just gone nine, and Kimberley was growing increasingly annoyed. 'She could of at least called if she wasn't going to come,' she thought while pushing herself up from the sofa. Making her way upstairs, she headed for her bedroom, where she changed into her pyjamas, and tied her hair up in a loose, messy ponytail.

After making herself a cup of tea, she then went back into the living room, and was just about to sit down again, when the doorbell went. "F*ckin' hell!" she mumbled, some of the tea spilling out of the mug and staining her rather geeky, but favourite SpongeBob pyjamas.

Quickly she ran down the hallway towards the door, rubbing the wet stain as she went.

"Cheryl?"

"God Kimerley I'm so sorry. We had an accident at the studio. One of the kids fell, and broke his leg, and then we had to wait on an ambulance, and I went with him because we couldn't get a hold of his mum or dad, and then . . . "

"Hey . . . it's ok honestly. Don't worry about it," Kimberley said, cutting the girls, incredibly cute rambling, off. "Come on in."

Cheryl smiled, grateful Kimberley understood. "Thanks," she said while walking past her and into the house.

After shutting the door over, the blonde turned, immediately she noticed, and recognized the large dimonties that spelled out Tweedy's on the back of Cheryl's bright yellow jumper. "You own Tweedy's?" she gasped.

The Geordie turned to face her. "Yeah," she smiled.

Every morning Kimberley drove by the large, and very posh studio that was Tweedy's School Of Dance. She had also lost count the amount of times she had read about the famous dance school in the paper. It was always receiving critical applause for it's talented dance teachers, and their unique, but brilliant ways of teaching the students. It was by far one of the best schools in London.

"Wow! That's amazing!" Kimberley said, still in shock. Never in a million years did she think the brunette was that successful.

"How?" Cheryl asked, amused by the girls reaction.

"No offence," Kimberley said while leading her down the hallway, and into the living room, "But I didn't think you were that good!"

For the first time, Cheryl noticed what Kimberley was wearing and let out a small giggle. "I like your pj's," she said, making the girl blush.

"I didn't think you were goin' to come," Kimberley replied, her cheeks burning red.

"It's ok . . . their cute!" Cheryl smiled back.

"Cheryl . . . I'll be back in a minute. I spilled tea all down myself before I answered the door to you. I'm just goin' to change, but make yourself at home." Kimberley was now silently grateful for her carelessness. It would of been embarrassing sitting through a whole conversation with those pyjamas on. She didn't know why though, because soon the girl would be living with her, and would see her walking around in them all the time.

Walking over to the sofa that was nearest her, Cheryl sat down, and smiled up at the girl, "Ok."

Once Kimberley had disappeared, the Geordie took a good look around the room. It was very modern, with it's funky, brightly coloured walls, and cream leather sofa. There was also a large plasma television hanging on the wall, which reminded her very much of her own, that hung in a similar place in her old house.

" Sorry about that."

Cheryl turned as soon as she heard the familiar voice, and looked at Kimberley, who had changed into a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and a vest top. "No worries," she smiled. "I honestly wasn't planning on showing up like this," she then said, referring to her own state. With her trackie bottoms on, and boxer style trainers, she really did look like a dancer. "I was goin' to go home and get showered, and changed first."

"You look fine," Kimberley smiled while sitting down on the sofa opposite. It honestly was a far cry from how the Geordie was dresses yesterday, but then again who wears a dress, and heels to take a dance class. "So let's get down to business."

The girls talked about the financial side of things first, with Kimberley explaining what her money would go towards.

"Any questions?"

Cheryl shook her head. She had been giving all the information that was really relevant to her. "Nah . . . I think I know everything I need to know."

Kimberley smiled. "When do you wanna move in?"

"Well . . . as soon as possible really," the Geordie replied.

It didn't really bother the blonde when Cheryl moved in. "The bedrooms all ready. So . . . whenever suits you."

"I've still gotta get some of me things for me old house, which could take a few days. What about next friday?"

"Brilliant!" Kimberley smiled. "Do you want the grand tour then?" she laughed.

Cheryl laughed along. "Sure."