#FanficThursday: The Only One (Camille and Moose) – Step Up – Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – A Bittersweet Reunion (Baltimore)

1 year later…

I’m here now. Facing the front, the MSA imposes, I admit. The big staircase and the entrance arches make my stomach turn over. It was only a few days ago that I applied for the tests and was told that I was admitted, much to Tyler’s delight. I’ve been living with him and Nora in New York for a year, going on tour with them, preparing for the tests and doing an exchange. Both of them thought that knowing the Big Apple could draw me to the dance…and they succeeded.

But, here and now, I don’t know if I’m ready for it.

Come on, Camille, you can’t quit now.

So I take a deep breath, count to five, and climb the first step. Then the second, third… And when I want to realize, I’m in. The school is huge and the students are already swarming around, nervous about the start of a new year. I know I have to go to dance studio 1, but I can’t even find a map to tell me where it is. However, instead of standing in front of the door like a stunner, I choose to approach a student who is leaning against a column, with his back to me. He has curly, dark hair, half-covered by a blue cap, wears a short-sleeved checkered shirt, and seems absorbed in the music he hears.

“Excuse me” I call him by tapping his shoulder. He turns a bit suddenly, probably surprised, and takes off his headphones before looking at me. I, for one, notice how my face completely unravels when I check who he is. “Moose?”

***

‘Unbreak my heart… say you love me again…’

Yes, no doubt the song that just jumped out at my mp3, Tony Braxton’s Unbreak My Heart, is the one that best suits my mood. I don’t usually listen to such slow music, let’s see what you thought. I’m more of a Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg and people like that. But, indeed, I’ve always liked this song. It brings…peace. And right now, as I was saying, it sounds like it’s about me.

A while ago, from my hiding place, if you can call it that, I saw Sophie go by with her new boyfriend. A boy she met this summer who’s in the dance company she joined at the auditions in early September. When she kissed me after competing in ‘The Streets’ last year, I admit that I had the best four months of my life afterwards. At least, until Sophie, ‘perfect Sophie’, the triple crown of the MSA, decided that we were too different and she wanted more. Luckily, I won’t have to see her again this year, as she has finished her studies. Although, without her knowing why, my heart still breaks when I contemplate that possibility.

A shy hand gently tapping my shoulder surprises me and I get up at once. I’m meeting Andie right here to reconnect after the summer and have a chat before I go to my technique class – something I hate, by the way – but I know for a fact that her greeting would be a lot friendlier. Funny, I turn around. And I think my perplexity competes with his when he says my name.

“Ca…? Camille?” I choke. No way. Camille Gage, sister of street dance legend Tyler Gage and my best friend from childhood, is here now?

She smiles when she sees that I recognized her too.

“What…? What are you doing here?”

***

Oh, my God, it’s Moose…

My rational side is trying to reassure his opponent at full speed. My best friend has always been in front of me, even though I haven’t seen him for a whole year and I have to admit that I’ve missed him. He’s changed too: he’s grown up and is incredibly thin, but he still has the same haunting smile as always. I shake my head.

Don’t think about it, Cam, I force myself, “it’s not the time. Of course, we’re both 16 and hormones are at full blast; at least, I am. With all the strength I can muster, I force myself to answer your question.

“I did the tests last week and, well…” I shrug my shoulders in evidence. “I’ve been caught and here I am. And you?” I dare to ask.

The truth is, I always knew Moose danced a little bit, but I never imagined he’d make it an everyday thing. After all, my brother Tyler had a lot to say about it at school, not to brag…

***

My brain has a lot to process. Camille’s back from New York, she’s been tested and she’s in the MSA. With me.

“Me?” I try like I don’t know what exactly you’re asking me. “Ahhh… Well, then…” I scratch my head. I admit I’m nervous having it here in front of me and I don’t quite understand why―we’ve been friends since we were kids, right? “The truth is that I got in for Lights but, since last year, I go to dance class too.”

***

I can’t help but whistle halfway between surprise and admiration―Lights? I think there’s something I’m missing. But I’d rather not give my opinion…yet.

“Well, then we’ll be in class together, I guess…” I point out, delighted on the inside.

I’d start bouncing around, but I’d rather hold back. To fuel my sense of triumph, he smiles and nods.

“Yes, I imagine we do”.

I smile back at him. The first day of school promised to be horrible, but that prediction has just changed. However, someone else approaches at that very moment, slightly breaking the spell of the moment.

“Camille! My God! Is that you?”

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