now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all. i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. a sean&kaycee highschool au. slightly explicit content. seancontent 2019

"Stop doting, Sean. You're not my boyfriend!" Kaycee said, half joking and half embarrassed. She took the bag from him, and watched his face fall. "I'm just trying to help." He mumbled and walked away. She immediately knew that she did the wrong thing. Kaycee was always too quick to dismiss Sean and his little gestures. But what happens when she crosses the line? She finds out the real meaning of "be careful what you wish for".

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Kaycee Rice was the girl that did her own thing. she went to all of the classes and events but she never really made friends. Some people thought she was stuck up, but that's just because they never took the time to get to know her. Sean Lew was the guy everyone loved. Kind to everyone, humble, always ready to help, a shoulder to cry on, you name it. You couldn't walk into a room and not feel his presence. Sean was also a visionary and when Sean had a vision, he had to follow it. For some reason this vision involved Kaycee Rice, a girl he typically didn't choose to interact with.

kaycee rice was just a dancer from pittsburgh. she lived and loved to dance and after one retweeted video shot her into the spotlight, her life would forever change. and sean lew was just a boy who felt like he was stuck in the same daily rotation. happy with his ability but unhappy with feeling like he'd reached his peak at the age of 17. the one thing neither of them expected was to fall in love with anything, or anyone, other than dance, but the universe has a funny way of working things out and setting things in motion. ____________________________ this story is set as though world of dance hadn't happened yet. times are shifted and things are different so please. PLEASE. dont correct me on the timing of specific events. i really wanted to do a different take on a seaycee love story, but in order to so that i had to stretch my imagination a little, so i encourage you to do that while you read this story. also i do mean for everything to be in lowercase and this is also my first draft. i will do my best to stray away from having a bunch of typos, but they happen.

Transfer student, Sean Lew, crosses paths with the infamous Kaycee Rice after moving to LA to attend Millennium Arts Academy. He finds himself intrigued by her and tries to get to know her. What will he think when and if he knows the real her?

I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.