A disastrous storm causes the lights to go out at The Next Step, again. This leaves Piper and Finn as the only two people left at the studio on Christmas eve. Tension is high and both of them just want to get home in time for Christmas eve with thei...
A/N: Passé is a position in ballet and jazz were you lift up one leg and the toes of that leg should be touching the knee of your standing leg. For Example:
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This was turning out to be the worst Christmas Eve ever. Finn took another glance at my ankle.
"Is it swollen?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty much." I sighed.
"Do you want to go back to Studio-A?" He asked. I looked at him blankly. I prided myself in having strong calves, but I wasn't ready to hobble up three stories on one leg.
"Don't worry. I'll carry you." He put one arm around my waist and scooped me up before I could even say no.
"Finn put me down!" He refused.
"Would you like to hop all the way there in passé?" He asked.
"No," I said in defeat. He nodded and proceeded to go up the stairs.
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"You can take a break if you want." I was starting to feel a little guilty that he had to bring me up all the way here.
"It's fine. Only one more staircase." I thanked God for that. We finally got the top of the final set of steps.
"Thanks. I think I can hop in passé from here." He giggled at my joke. I smiled back. I put my arm around his neck and I hopped as he walked. He had to bend quite a bit to get at my height.
"Where do you think we'll be able to get ice? For your ankle." He asked.
I thought for a bit. I had seen my fair share of injuries at The Next Step. This wasn't even my first time injuring my ankle.
"Emily keeps a first aid kit in Studio-1's office." Hopefully, none of the ice would've melted by then.
We entered Studio-A, Finn gently place me on the bench outside the office.
"You wait here. I'll get the ice." I nodded at him as he sprinted to Studio-1.
I drummed my fingers on the bench. Everything felt a little bit scary in the dark. Just breathe, Piper. It's okay. I checked my phone for the time, it was eight o'clock and I was down to five per cent battery life. I brought my charger, but that wasn't going to work, obviously. I would just have to use it wisely.
I heard a ringing sound come from behind me. I jumped out of shock. But It was just Nick's phone. I pushed myself up and hopped to the office to up the line.
"Hello," I said into the mobile.
"Hi... Piper... Is that y-y-you?" The line was beginning to crack up and I could barely hear what he was trying to say.
"Yeah, Nick it's me." Finn walked into the office with a semi-melted ice pack in his hand. He leaned in closer to hear what was being said. I turned it on speakerphone.
"I-I-I... n- to tell.. you, I... won't be back... you're- free... to-" And the line went dead.
"What was he saying?" Finn asked.
"I don't know. It sounded like he wants us to leave, but we can't."
"So we're trapped here for all of Christmas Eve?"
"No. No. I'll try and call James again." I looked at my phone that just so happened to instantly die.
"You have a charger?" Finn asked. I looked at him astonishedly.
"That's not going to work." I sat into the office seat, giving my leg a rest.
"Why won't my portable charger work?" I then noticed what he meant. He had a portable charger.
"Oh, yeah. I have one in the front pocket of my bag." He handed me the ice, which I gently placed on my ankle, and went out of the office to get my bag. He brought it to me and I pulled out my red charger.
"Is red your favourite colour?"
I laughed. "Yeah, how did you guess?" He pointed at my red jacket, that was way too big for me, and my red dance bag. I'm sure he was thinking about my red dance clothes underneath as well.
He winked at me. "It was a lucky guess." I laughed and connected the wire to the portable charger.
He sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the office. "How do you think your brother's going to help?" He asked.
"I don't know. He could probably call the owners of the building or something." I didn't really know how James would help, but he always seemed to have a genius idea that would.
The room went silent. I tried thinking of another conversation starter. "What would you be doing now? If you weren't here." You could see his face light up as he started to think of his Christmas traditions.
"My sister and I would have a massive movie marathon and we would rewatch all our favourite ones. And then we would play, like, a bunch of games. Charades, Pictionary... have you heard of hangman?"
