Your Second Chance: A Valdaya Story

Zendaya's POV-

I can't believe I'm here again! I, Zendaya Coleman, have just parked my car in the lot of the Dancing with the Stars studio. An array of different emotions coursed through my body, but there's one that is more potent than the others; completeness.

I felt as if I hadn't been living with a giant whole in my heart the last three years. It's been at least that long since I last stepped into this very studio; since I said goodbye to the love of my life. Three years since I've felt the beautiful, warm, tingling sensation that I got every time we were together.

And today I was going to be reunited with him. Well, actually, I have no clue who my partner will be. They only tell us which dance studio to meet them in. And since I was so frickin' anxious to get here, I ended up here an entire hour early.

I just couldn't sit in my hotel room any longer. Knowing that I'll get to see him today at the pre-competition meeting was enough to keep me in constant anxiety, but in a good way.

I'd gone to sleep early last night so that I would look well rested when I woke. I took a long steamy shower, making sure to shave and wash my hair. I took my time blow drying and straightening my hair as well as applying some light make up. I must've brushed my teeth half a billion times in preparation of today, but unfortunately, that process didn't take nearly as long as I'd hoped.

So with a few hours to spare I concentrated on thoroughly moisturizing my skin as well as picking out the most form fitting, but comfortable dance wear.

What? I'm not a kid anymore and I want him to notice that.

Over the years, I've grown into my body. I haven't gotten any taller, thank God! But instead my breasts have moved up almost two cup sizes and my hips have lost that girlish, narrow figure. I'm proud to finally say I have curves.

My phone starts blaring Bubblegum Boy notifying me that my Bellaboo has sent me a text.

Hey, babe! Just wanted 2 wish U good luck,  

even tho U don't need it. I know that mirror  

ball trophy is urs this season! :) :*

I smiled and sent back a quick thank-you text before getting out of my car and making my way into the building. "Studio B-10... 11... 12! Studio B-12." I muttered entering my new practice space for the next 13 weeks.

I wasn't shocked to find it empty, "You're only an hour early, Daya. What did you expect?" I berated myself as I hooked my ipod up to the speaker. I might as well re-familiarize myself with the dances a little before I have to go the pre-competition meeting.

Luckily for me, I'd had every single routine him and I had performed permanently ingrained in my memory. And as I danced around the empty space, I let my mind flashback two years and four months.

That was the last day I'd spoken to him.

He'd called me late one night. It was about 3am in Chicago, but he was in Odessa doing a dance workshop so he wasn't aware of the time difference. He'd apologized profusely and kept telling me to go back to sleep, but I refused. I hadn't really spoken to him much after I'd went back to filming Shake It Up, so any chance I got to hear his voice, I took.

We talked for about an hour about what had transpired since we'd last talked and how we'd need to see each other and do lunch or something, but sadly, we could never seem to find the time.

Sighing, I stopped dancing and closed my eyes. I tried to imagine him standing behind me, his strong arms around my waist and his soft lips on my temple as they'd been countless times before. He'd always hug me like this when I'd finally nailed a moved after he'd bitched about it for hours on end.