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There she was
By ghostwriter

 


Thank you guys for the awesome reviews!! PS. The people who are her friends in this story are based off of real people in my life! Thought you'd find that interesting, lol. R&R!!! You guys are awesome!! Thanks!

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Dyllan's POV *Same day as Zacky seeing the President, just starting her day off lol*

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” I woke up to someone screaming and jumping on me. I open my eyes to see Amy smiling.

“whatthehell….?” I slur groggily. I rubbed my eyes to feel more bodies jump on my bed. I open them and see Bremen, Elliot, and Alit joining Amy and I. Ali has become a permanent addition to our `family'. She's so awesome! I look at my clock and notice that it's only 6:27 am “Why?” I whine.

“We were bored and figured we come and say hi!” Bremen says. I shouldn't have given them an extra hotel key… oh who am I kidding. They did the same when I was in the dorms.

“Ok, well since I'm up, you guys hungry?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Elliot laughs out.

“True, well, order what ever from room service. It's free for me!”

“WE LOVE YOU!!” they all practically say at the same time.

After we ordered and ate enough food to feed an army I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom.

“Try to behave while I'm gone.”

I walked into the shower and let the hot water sooth my aching muscles. Amy and I danced for almost 3 hours yesterday. I then grabbed my favorite shampoo and lathered my now purple, black, and green hair. Mmm, I love the scent of my coconut shampoo. What? I enjoy the simple things in life. After 20 minutes I finally get out and can hear 30 Seconds to Mars blasting on the other side of the bathroom door, Amy found my iPod and plugged it into my iPod stereo. I walk out in just a towel and receive cat calls and whistles from everyone.

“Shut up morons.” I laugh more then say. I head to the drawers and grab out my purple and pink panty and bra set, my black 80's Splatter paint tee, and green skinny jeans and head back to the bathroom to get dressed. After I got dressed I looked in the mirror and decided not to wear make up because I'm just gonna sweat it off when Amy and I went and danced. Contemporary dance was our lives! Mia Michaels, Wade Robson and Sonya Teyah were my idols!

“You fall in?” I hear Ali ask and the others laugh behind her.

“Oh bite me!”

“Is that an offer?” I hear Bremen ask through the door. *Smack* “Damn it Amy!!” he yells.

“HA! Thanks Amy!” I say as I come out.

“No worries, OH! Don't forget to grab extra bra, panty, and your dance clothes.”

“Thanks hun!” I say as I throw what she said into my bag. I grab my keys, unplugged my iPod, phone, and head down to Beastie!

*Later in the day at the dance studio*

I walked over to the sound system and plugged in my iPod, and started searching for a good song to warm up to. I had an iPod playlist of all All of the sudden Amy came in and snatched it out of my hands.

“I wanna choose the song.” She sings playfully while going through my music selection. After a few minutes she had a smile on her face and then I heard Jay Gordon's `Slept so Long' spilling out of the through the speakers.

“Haha, I love you.” I say and pull her into a hug. I left the iPod on shuffle and we begin to dance our hearts out. Dance for me has always been very therapeutic for me. When I dance it feels as though nothing else matters, especially my past. It was so great when Amy got into dancing as well, I finally had some one to practice with and that made our friend ship so much stronger.

We had been dancing for about 30 minutes and then we heard screaming, like a lot of screaming. What the hell?

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Brian's POV

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I walked with Zacky trying to follow that shitty little map to find the dance studio. We were lucky that there weren't very many students in the halls. We both had hoodies on and had our hoods up with sunglasses on. I'm just hoping that no one recognizes us or reports `2 suspicious people walking around campus.'

I feel kinda pissed about coming, I mean don't get me wrong, I love that bastard but I just didn't feel like going on a wild goose chase in search of some girl. Dude, I'm just hoping that shit doesn't hit the fan. I looked over at Zack who was sweating bullets.

“Dude, you look like a virgin about to have sex. Relax.”

“I know, I know.” He exhales deeply.

Finally, we see the campus dance studio. I can feel my stomach growling, I hope this goes fast.

“What do I say? How the hell am I gonna introduce myself?”

“How about `Hi, my name is Zacky'?” I say sarcastically trying to lighten the mood. “No? Never mind. Lets just go in.” We walk through the doors and I can here `Feel it Now' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Not a bad choice in song. As we walked to the entrance of the main dance floor I saw two girls dancing, and sure enough, one had purple hair. Oh my hell, she's gorgeous.

I look over at Zacky who is too nervous to move. Both of us just stand there hoping not to interrupt them. I can't take my eyes off of Dyllan, I watch her as she moves with so much grace and passion, but her face, she looked like she was so sad. Must be the emotion behind the song, I don't know, I'm no poet. Part of me wants to take her in my arms and make her pain go away.

We stood there for what felt like forever, which I wouldn't mind. I could watch her for hours, and I don't even know the girl.

“OH MY HELL!!! IT'S SYNYSTER GATES AND ZACKY VENGENCE!!!” We both look over and see some chick with her finger pointed right at us.

“Ah shit, here it starts.” She is joined by tons of other fans and they start swarming towards us. I look at Zack who has a look of complete fear on his face. I quickly grab his arm and yank him into the studio slamming and locking the door behind us. We both turn to see Dyllan and her friend just starring at us, her friend has a huge grin on her face. Oh please don't hurt us.

“Wow, what are you? Wow.” Is all her friend gets out. I look over at Dyllan in those beautiful green eyes of hers.

“Um, is there some place we can go? Our car is on the other side of your campus?” Zacky asks, his voice shaking.

“Yeah, um we can take you to your car, I'm parked right out back.” Her voice was so beautiful. I felt a little depressed that she just wanted to take us to our car and not anywhere more private… mmm, what I'd give to be alone with her- AHHH bad thoughts Brain! She's your best friend's sister… I looked over at Zack hoping that he'll work the balls up to go somewhere where we can all talk.

“Actually, can we go somewhere to talk?” he asked. It was as though he read my mind.

“Um, sure but-”

“OK!” screeched her small friend cutting her off. I saw Dyllan just chuckle at her friend's excitement.

“Ok, we can go to my hotel room.” She says, a hotel room? I wonder if that's what the secretary meant by housing problems.

“Sounds good, where's your car?” Zacky looks like a little kid about to go to an all you can eat ice-cream shop.

“Just follow me, oh um I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Dyllan, and this is Amy.”

“HI!” the little one says with another grin on her face.

“I'm Zacky and this is Brian.” Zacky said as I waved.

“Haha, we know. We're fans, just not the psychotic kind.” Dyllan said and flashed a gorgeous smile. “Just let us grab our stuff from the locker room and then we'll be on our way.” With that they went to the locker room, came back with backpacks and we followed them like puppies to their car. When we came out side I saw one of the coolest cars ever.

“Haha. What the?” was all I could get out. I looked over and saw a confused look on Dyllan's face.

“What?” she asked, oh shit I hope I didn't offend her.

“Oh no, I mean, your car is really unique, really cool.” Wow, smooth….

“Oh, thanks, took us a while, but we love him!” She answers, well, she doesn't seem mad.

“Him?” Zacky asked.

“Yeah, his name is Beastie.” Amy laughed out while patting the car.

We all climbed in and headed to the hotel where she was staying.

When we reached the doors Dyllan led us to the employee's elevator.

“So you guys won't get mobbed.” Dyllan says with another stunning smile.

We get on and Zacky looks over at Dyllan “So, why are you staying at a hotel?”

“Oh, housing screwed me over and didn't process my paper work on time so I didn't get back into the dorms. Now I just live here, but its ok, I work here and my boss is letting me stay in one of the suites. Plus I get free room service.” Amy laughs at her comment and it looks like the two of them were mentally reliving a memory.

“Here we are, oh no…” she says as we get closer. We can hear music blasting from the other side of the door. Sounds like we won't be alone after all.

 

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