I put my heart and my soul into the work, and lost my mind in the process.
-Vincent Van Gogh
Since seeing their amazing chemistry, and reading some fanfics, Seacyee (Sean Lew x Kaycee Rice) has started to grow on me. Respect my ships, and I will respect yours. Enjoy! Xoxo! ❤
"Sean, please." Kaycee sighed, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. Her voice echoed off of the concrete walls of the garage, both her and her partner's faces only being dimly illuminated by a few lightbulbs on the ceiling, seeing as two of the five had started to burn out.
"Please what?" Sean basically snapped as he turned around. This startled Kaycee. Sure, they both were under a lot of pressure with this whole World Of Dance thing they signed up for, but that gave him no reason to be snippy with her.
Kaycee wanted to speak her mind, and tell Sean that he had no right to snap at her, but all she could manage was a shaky, "N-Nevermind."
"Alright, let's go again then." Sean said, his voice just flat. Kaycee gently nodded and Sean turned on the music. Kaycee managed to get through that run, but her pending dizziness was worsening. She had truthfully been feeling a little off today, choking it up to the fact that she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and it was nearing eleven thirty at night. "Alright, again." Sean clapped his hands. Kaycee hesitantly took her first mark, not knowing if she'd be able to make her way through this runthrough without fainting. Halfway into the dance, she froze, completely dazed as to where she was, or what she was doing. Sean stopped the music and turned to the girl. "What is going on with you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just--"
Sean cut her off. "Do you even want this?"
"What?" Kaycee gasped. "Of course I want this! I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want this! Why would you even hold that to me?!"
"Because, Kaycee, if you actually wanted this, you'd be taking the time to review this on your own time so that you aren't blanking in the middle of the dance like this! What would you do if you did that on stage?!" Sean lectured her, pacing a line back and forth on the garage floor.
"Sean, it is late! Almost midnight! Neither one of us have eaten since seven o'clock this morning! In all honesty, I'm starting to see d--" Kaycee started ranting, but Sean cut her off.
"Shut up!" He exclaimed.
"No! Sean, I'm practically seeing...seeing double, and I'm..." Kaycee's voice became weak, and she all of a sudden went silent.
"Thank you, now--" Sean turned back to Kaycee. "Kaycee?" He walked towards the girl who was now slumped sideways, her elbows limply resting on the table beside the chair she was sitting in. "Kaycee, don't play this game with me. We don't have time for--" He shook her shoulder, but froze up when her arm just fell to her side. "Kaycee, Kaycee, wake up, please." His voice started to shake. Sean was about to go call in Sarah for help when Kaycee's eyes started to open. "Oh my gosh, Kaycee." Sean threw his arms around the girl. She was still shaking slightly. "Let me get you some water." Sean ran to the mini fridge and pulled out a water bottle. "Here." He handed her the bottle.
"No, Sean, we have to get this done, we--" Kaycee started.
"No, now you're starting to sound like me." Sean kneeled to her eye level. "This isn't your fault. I'm the one who overworked you. I should've listened to you, and I didn't. This is my fault. Now stay here, sip this slowly..." Sean opened the water bottle and handed it back to her. "I'm going to go get you something to eat." He went inside, and Kaycee sighed. Sean came back momentarily with a plate of crackers and a banana. "Here's this. Stop eating if you start feeling sick. I'm going to go talk to my mom and let you stay here tonight, okay?"
"Okay." Kaycee nodded, taking slow sips of her water and tiny bites from the crackers she was given. "Hey, Sean?" Kaycee asked as he started back inside.
"Hmm?" He asked.
"I love you." Kaycee half smiled.
"I love you too."