Serendipity

The Meeting

Val Chmerkovskiy and Katya Efimova. The player and the founding member of #noboyfriendnovember. The two would never cross paths. That is, until, season 19 of Dancing With the Stars. 17-year-old Katya, being the world-famous YouTuber, actress, and cheerlebrity she is, was asked to participate in the only dancing show worth watching. She was paired with one 21-year-old Valentin Chmerkovskiy, the notoriously tough (and good-looking) Ukranian-born ballroom champion. But as time passes by, Val begins to fall for the towheaded, sassy Katya. Will she overcome her fear of relationships, or will their story end too soon?

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6 PM, August 15th, 2014.

When I first got the call asking me to be on season 19 of 'Dancing With the Stars' was, "why would they want me?!" And that's exactly what I asked my best friend, Bethany, after accepting the offer.

"I don't know...maybe because you're one of the most well-known celebrities of our generation?" She said, "or the fact that you have one of the largest fan bases due to your YouTube and movie success, not to mention all of the cheerleaders that idolize you."

I sighed. "I guess you're right...at least we'll get to see each other while filming." I guess I forgot to mention the fact that Bethany is Bethany Mota, and has 7 million subscribers on YouTube...

The next week approached much quicker than I wanted it to. With working out at my cheer gym in Florida (Top Gun Miami), filming and editing videos, and auditioning, my life is (needless to say), a little bit hectic.

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9:25 AM, August 22nd, 2014.

'I know what you're thinking when the bass starts ringing, can you tell me when you're stoked to start? Are you ready for tonight? Setting it on fire and we'll dance until we're dumb in the dark'

I roll over and squint at my alarm clock (AKA my phone) and shoot straight up when I see the time. There are only 30 minutes until I have to be at the Dancing With the Stars studios!

I quickly dashed to my closet and grabbed the first things I saw: a VS Pink gray/floral pocket tee, one of my many pairs of black leggings, and white Converse and threw them on. Luckily I took a shower and straightened my hair the night before and didn't have to deal with that this morning.

The clock said 9:30, only 30 minutes until my first rehearsal. I sprinted downstairs, grabbing my backpack along with my Nfinity cheer bag while simultaneously pulling my naturally platinum-blonde hair into a high ponytail. I grabbed an apple-cinnamon muffin and my car keys off of the counter and gave a quick goodbye pet to my two dogs and my cat.

My pastel blue VW beetle sat right outside my house in San Marcos, California. I quickly hopped into it and drove to Bethany's house and then DWTS studios.

9:55 AM, August 22nd, 2014.

"I'm so nervous..." Bethany whispered, rubbing her hands over her legging-covered thighs.

"Dude, you'll be fine. Everyone loves you! Even papa," I laughed, trying to reassure her was hilarious.

She began laughing hysterically, just like I had hoped. "About that...have you heard from him recently?"

My dad is a part of the 7th Special Forces Group in the U.S. Army, and he's been deployed for almost 2 1/2 years, and since my mama died when I was 9 from breast cancer, I live by myself as an emancipated minor.

"Yeah, I Skyped with him for the first time in 6 months yesterday!" I sighed, "he sounds fine, but I just wish he was back already. Now he has to stay over there for another 6 months."

As we pulled into the parking lot, she answered me, "oh my god, Katya. I'm so happy you got to Skype him, though. He's probably so proud of you for doing this."

10:00 AM, August 22nd, 2014.

I took a deep breath and walked through Studio 3's door. Standing there was fan-proclaimed sex god Valentin Chmerkovskiy.

"Hey! I'm Katya Efimova," I introduced myself with a bright smile.

"Val Chmerkovskiy," he returned, gently kissing my hand.

He smirked at me, "Do you have any dance experience?"

I laughed, "not really."

"Well...this should be fun."

Val had been staring at me strangely since I first walked in the room, and he finally said the one thing I could tell he was waiting to ask me.

"Wait...are you Russian?"

"Half. My mother was from Ukraine but my dad's from Russia," I confessed, smiling slightly while speaking of my mother.

"Now that we have that cleared up...are you ready to dance?"

"Of course!"

A/N:

New fic! I had no ideas for my other fanfic so I started a new one because I had a ton of ideas for this! Please review :) Katya's outfit is to the side.

-mkewrites