Going Undercover

The studio

*Ding Dong*

The doorbell rings at exactly seven. I guess Casey was serious about that movie.

Slipping my new sweatshirt over my head, I slip on a pair of shoes, grab my phone and wallet, and greet Casey at the door.

"Hey! You ready?" She asks. I nod my head and follow her down the steps to her car, an old Accord.

She rounds the car, and turns to me.

"Do you mind sitting in the backseat?" she questions.

Um yes.

"Like I have a choice!" l mutter.

Pulling open the door to the backseat, I slide in.

I glance up at the passenger seat, and to my surprise, see a boy my age, staring back.

Dark hair, pushed up out of his face, deep hazel eyes, and fair skin. Are all the boys in California good looking?

"Who are you?" I blurt. 

A small smile plays on his features. "Colton. I'm Casey's brother." He informs.

Well that explains why they look alike.

"That explains a lot. I'm Holly." I introduce myself.

"Great, glad that's done. Now let's go." Casey interrupts, putting the keys in the ignition, and the car splutters to life.

******

"That movie sucked." I state, walking out of the theater with Colton and Casey.

"Are you kidding? That movie was the bomb!" Casey declares loudly.

"Eh, it was alright." Colton concludes, tossing out our popcorn.

Casey rolls her eyes. "You think everything is 'alright'!"

Colton mockingly rolls his eyes. "Well you think everything is 'the bomb'!" He replies.

I can't help but laugh to myself at their banter.

It turns out Colton and Casey are twins, Colton being three minutes older.

That's not all I learned about them though.

Colton is in a band as the vocalist, and guitarist. He plays basketball, and works at a local sporting goods store.

Casey loves to surf, kayak, and is also a dancer. In her free time she likes to play beach volleyball, and shop.

Snapping out of my thoughts, we reach Casey's car.

Their banter continues all the way home.

Pulling up to my house, I hop out of the car.

"I had fun tonight! We should do it again soon!" Casey suggests.

"Definitely" I confirm, giving them a small wave, and heading inside.

"Kylie? Is that you?" Ashlyn's voice rings out from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me" I say, entering the kitchen.

The smell of vegetable stir fry, hits my senses. "Hey chica, how was the movie?" Ashlyn asks, stirring the vegetables.

"It sucked." I repeated honestly.

"That's too bad, I was really looking forward to seeing it" She states.

Wait. She didn't scold me for saying 'sucked'! My parents would have lectured me, and sent me to my room.

I sit down on a barstool, and watch Ashlyn work around the kitchen.

"It's pretty cold here" I say, breaking the silence.

Ashlyn nods. "It can be" She agrees.

"I wish I'd known, seeing as I brought shorts, T-shirts, and tank tops" I conclude.

"Well, I'm not working tomorrow, so why don't we head over to the mall and get you some clothes" Ashlyn offers.

"That'd be great" I confirm, as Ashlyn slides a plate of stir frye my way.

******

I wake up the next morning to the sound of bickering. Rubbing my eyes, I drag myself out of bed, and downstairs. I follow the sound of bickering all the way downstairs, leading to a closed door, right off the kitchen.

Opening the door, I realize this leads to the basement. Each step I take down the stairs makes the sound of sound more and more prominent.

I reach the bottom, and take in the basement. The basement has been transformed into a dance studio.

Mirrors line the walls, along with a very familiar wooden bar. I pad accross the smooth floor, and find an equally frustrated Ashlyn, and Casey. What the heck?

"Morning chica!" Ashlyn chirps, suddenly smiling. Casey waves a small hello. 

"What's going on?" I question. 

Casey smiles wryly. "I skipped dance class yesterday, so Ashlyn made me come over this morning to work on my routine."

"Wait, Ashlyn is your dance coach?" I ask.

They both nod. "Will you show her the proper way to do a body roll?" Ashlyn asks me. 

"Absolutely not" I deny. 

"Please? For learning purposes?" Ashlyn begs.

I roll my eyes. "Fine." 

I get into position, and give myself a pep talk. When I'm ready, I take a deep breath and roll my body. 

"Good now tilt" Ashlyn gives directions. I put all of my weight on one foot a tilt, bringing my foot way up in the air. 

 "Two grand jetes" I leap through the air doing a double jete. 

Ashlyn continues to give me the routine moves, and I continue to do them. 

I know what you're thinking. Why do I always shut people down when they bring up dance? Well, two years ago, when I did competitive dance, I have a coach. Coach Alex, who was two years older than me. 

We immediately hit it off. You could even say at one point we were in love. Until the accident. After that, dance reminded me too much of him. Too much heartache and sorrow. So I quit dance and haven't danced in two years.

Suddenly the music stops, and I realized I did the whole routine. Casey stared wide-eyed and Ashlyn sports a pleased look. 

I lean against the wall and catch my breath. Suddenly Casey let's out a squeal. "Oh my god, that was amazing!" She breathes, wrapping her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. 

I chuckle, and she lets go, beaming at me. Quickly she turns to Ashlyn. "You need to put her on the team!" Casey exclaims.

"I don't think she would want to" Ashlyn informs Casey.

"Why not?" Casey asks me. I shrug in reply.

"Please? We just had a dancer get injured, and we need to find a replacement before the competition in two weeks." Casey declares. 

I look at Ashlyn. She nods her head. I sigh. "I guess I'll do it. But only until the injured dancer comes back." I cave.

Ashlyn and Casey scream, and engulf me in hugs. Maybe I made the right choice.

******

Picture of Ashlyn to the side >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>