The Last Dance (Veckett)

The Last Dance

Vanessa Morita was mad. Not only was she mad, she was furious, upset, happy, excited, every emotion you could possibly feel she was feeling.

She was incredibly happy for her best friend. There was no doubt of it. But she was also upset for herself. She wouldn't have her best friend, her other half, with her once again. They'd be apart for another whole summer and there was nothing she could do about it. And she doesn't know if she'll ever get the chance to dance with Carly at Keaton again.

In fact, she had no idea if she'd ever dance with any of her friends at Keaton. All the thoughts that swam in her head put her in a horrible mood.

To top things off this only reminded her of the overall school year. Sure she had helped Mindy and the Primas with their acts and she met incredible new people along the way but she could've done more.

She could've performed at the CAMDAS, joined the Primas from the beginning of the year, gotten to dance more with Carly, with Beckett and all of her friends. Hell, not to be egotistic or anything but she knows she would've had a pretty good chance at winning in the CAMDAS.

Everything did work out in the end but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had wasted most of the school year on nothing and that something else would happen next year that would keep her from dancing.

The dancer furiously wiped off her previous makeup from her skin as she continued thinking about it.

"Woah there! Are you trying to erase off your whole face?" The blonde said as a joke when he walked in. The dancer rolled her eyes at him and smiled at soon as she saw him.

"What are you doing here? Don't you go on soon?" She asked. Not that she minded. After all she enjoyed spending time with him. She turned to face Beckett.  He wore a tan colored trench coat, along with some black pants and a matching hat.

"Yes, but I wanted to check up on my girlfriend. Have you seen her by the way?" A smirk was plastered on his face. Over the past few months that they've known each other she had gotten used to his humor and even grew to love it.

"Nope." Vanessa replied and took his hat from him to place it on herself.

"You're adorable, did I ever tell you that?" Only everyday, she thought.

Before the ballerina knew it, the warmth of her boyfriend's lips pressed against her cheek. This made her face heat up, she wasn't used to the way she felt around him. She could never pinpoint it but she knew they were different and positive feelings. Especially when he held her hand or gave her unexpected kisses.

Sometimes it made her nervous that he had so much power over her emotions. She looked back into the mirror to see the reflection of her boyfriend taking a seat next to her.

"Anyway, are you doing okay now? I know earlier you were really upset over the Carly thing." He said, leaning over to her. The question left Vanessa flustered. She wasn't sure how she was feeling. So how would she answer it truthfully?

"Yeah, I'm feeling great..." Liar, she thought.

From the mirror she could see doubt written all over Beckett's face. The way his eyebrows furrowed made it even clearer to read. Once her brown eyes met his blue ones she knew he hadn't believed her at all. She quickly looked down at the makeup in front of her and acted like she was debating which of it to use.

"Vanessa..." He said in a warning tone.

"Beckett..." She said, mimicking him as she looked to the mirror. They continued to stare at each other through the mirror as they waited for one another to say something. That was until the silence became unbearable for both of them.