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On Selena's way back to the apartment, she thought of how Miley said the people at the club "can't even afford a Coach." Her mission to New York wasn't based on working at a club as a dancer, but Miley's word captivated her mind. She was now very caught up by the thought.
Selena wasn't in need of money, no, that was not the reason that drew her to New York. But hearing how these girls at the club seem to be so much more desperate for every dime they recieve, makes Selena feel the guilt for taking someone's spot who is in more need of that money than her.
She was too caught up with the thought, she nearly missed the apartment when she walked by. Stepping into the house, she decided to cook Nick something, to thank him for letting her stay.
The fridge was well empty. It was full of energy drinks and bottled water on the fridge door, the top shelf had some left overs and the second shelf had some juice and vegetables.
"Good gracious Nick, you live in such a wonderful apartment and you barely even got any grocery," she sighed as she spoke to herself.
She figures Nick wouldn't be home too soon, she went to take a shower and blasted some music with her iphone in the bathroom. She allowed the warm water spring free to her body. The warm water made the room steam up, soon the mirror and window was blurred up.
Selena got out of the shower with a towel draped around the small rim of her chest. She throws on a light tank top, it was very warm today although Nick’s air conditioning was on, it was still a little warm.
She felt less hot after the shower. She enters Nick’s spacious kitchen and took out the groceries to prepare a meal for him. But she felt like it would be fun to have some music to tune into as she cooked.
Nick had a very nice stereo player in the living room, she figures it would be loud enough to get the music through to the kitchen, considering the wide range of open space. She went to her room and searched her luggage for her favorite Britney Spears CD and entered it to the CD rom.
She starts singing to the songs, feeling more relaxed as she danced to the music while she cooked. She was very flexible for a dancer, she knew a lot of different dancing styles. Her favorite was ballroom and jazz, her mom used to be a ballet teacher and taught her very good moves. Selena and her mother were like sisters, inseparable and ever since Selena was four, her mother always took her to the ballet studio and she would dance with her mom.
Things changed after a while, they were not the same.
Selena continued to dance through and sang to Britney Spear’s song, 123. She barely even heard Nick come in, because the music was way too loud. She put the pasta onto the frying pan and stirred in some fettuccine sauce.
Nick was tired from work, he left his office dread from reading all those files and speaking to different directors at different companies. Whether it was through phone or in a meeting, Nick didn’t feel well.
He was hurt from the break up and he mentally kicked himself for mindlessly going back to think of Samantha. He rolled into his parking space and went up to his floor. He heard the loud music bustling away from his house.
Nick chuckles at the thought of what Selena could possibly be doing, he took out his keys and inserted his home key to the keyhole. A breath taken away when he walked in, the smell of the food was extraordinary; he hasn’t had that touch of home cooked food in so long.
Usually Ms. Abrams from across brings over some food that her maid cooked for her. But it has been a while since Nick walked into a kitchen that was smelt like home inviting.
