(Y/N's POV)
I woke up to my alarm going off, quickly getting ready and then going to wake up my mother. Gently shaking her awake she slowly woke up, playfully rolling my eyes before going back to my room and doing my hair, then changing into dance clothing. "Hopefully this looks presentable." You spoke as you looked in the mirror, taking your phone off the charger, taking a picture and sending it to Brady with the caption 'Does this look alright?' and I hit send. His little Bitmoji appeared and showed that he was typing, it gave a little smile on my face. 'It looks fine, don't stress :)' He sent back and I sent him back a quick thank you and then ate my breakfast and packed my lunch.
Within the next half an hour we were at the studio, going into Studio B and stretching out my legs, arms and back. I smirked when Brady walked through the door, I just really hoped nothing went wrong today. This show was supposed to have a lot of drama, I just really hoped that it didn't involve me or Brady for one day.
"Girls come on, time for practice. Group dance first. Brady too." Miss Abby spoke as we all quickly filed in, pulling on our costumes over our dance outfits. I had to admit, Brady did look cute..and for once my mind agreed with me. That was when I realized I really did like Brady. More than a friend.
(Brady's POV)
The costume over our dance uniform was weird, but somehow Y/N made it work. I tried making the routine look good, but I couldn't help but stare at Y/N through the mirror, causing me to fall a few times. Twisting my ankle wasn't fun, but Y/N was quickly on the floor at my side.
"A-Are you alright? W-What do you need?" They asked in a panic hurry, Sarah on my other side to help me walk out.
"I'm fine, Y/N. Don't worry, I'll be fine." I spoke, gently patting her shoulder as they set me down to grab me some ice. Sarah tried making a move on me, gently grabbing my bicep and kissing my cheek.
"Sarah stop. I'm sorry but I don't like you that way, just go practice please." I spoke as I just focused on my ankle, feeling guilty when she ran away crying. Soon enough Y/N came back with bandages and ice, thankful that they were being so nice.
"Where'd Sarah go?" They asked as they gently placed the ice on my ankle, waiting till it was numb before they slowly started wrapping up my ankle.
"She said she liked me, but I told her I didn't feel the same." I spoke as I soon sat up, finally clicking the two pieces together.
"Sarah wrote the note! That's who did it!" I exclaimed, Y/N laughing at my sudden outburst. Gently cupping their cheeks, they suddenly realized I was serious. "Let it sink in." I spoke calmly as I watched them realize after a moment, gently covering their mouth with their left hand.
"Holy shit! You're right! What're we gonna do?" They asked as their eyes grew wide, taking a minute before they went back to wrapping my ankle. After it was finally done, they pressed a little kiss to my wrapped up ankle.
"For good measure." They teased, throwing my arm over their shoulder and bringing me back into practice. I quickly called Miss Abby over and nodded to Y/N so she knew what I was talking about. She rolled over to us quickly, telling the girls to take a break for a minute.
"What's going on? Got anymore information?" She asked, she seemed way too excited about this 'detective work'. I nodded and she scooted closer, almost running over my good foot.
"Sarah wrote it, and if you don't believe me then have them take a writing test and compare the two." I told her and she considered the idea, soon turning around and I had to jump back to not get my foot run over.
"Alright, all girls and Brady are going to take a writing test. Don't care if you don't like the idea, you're doing it. You will be writing the lyrics to the song you are performing to. Now you can grab a pen and paper from Gianna and don't copy." Miss Abby spoke, winking back to the two of us and we smiled back at her. Y/N left me to lean against the wall so I didn't fall while waiting for them. They brought back a pen and paper for both of us, helping me sit down while being extremely cautious of my ankle. I felt my cheeks heat up a little bit and I realized then and there that I really did like Y/N. I wrote a little note to Abby at the bottom of the lyrics.
'I really like Y/N but please don't tell anyone. Do you think maybe there could be something where I could confess? Since you've had more experience, I figured you could give me some advice? Thank you.'
I really really hope Miss Abby doesn't tell anyone, I wanna surprise him/her. Hopefully they feel the same, I already had a few ideas in mind, but I needed Miss Abby's help before I told my mom anything. Y/N handed my sheet in for me, knowing it didn't matter. Miss Abby called Sarah over and called for her mother to come downstairs. Michelle quickly cane through the door after tossing her shoes off, standing next to her daughter as she read over the note Sarah wrote.
"Have a good talk with your daughter. She is benched until further notice, I do not tolerate bullying in my studio." She spoke stern, gently wrapping my arm around Y/N's waist as I played it off like it was just for balance. I watched as Sarah left, unable to help the smile on my face. Mouthing a small thank you, Abby nodded back to me and told everyone that practice was over for that day. "Oh, Brady. Come here for a second." She spoke, pointing her finger towards me and Y/N bringing me there and then leaving after.
"Flowers work, they're subtle but realize that you care. Roses work best. My advice is you tell he/she at the end of awards that you like him/her. It'll show her/him that you're not afraid to speak out about it, but dont make it too jurrasic. I'll arrange something with the hosts, just figure out on what you're going to say." I nodded quickly as I made sure to remember everything Abby told me, thanking her quickly and walking away and packing up my stuff. Getting into the car was difficult with a backpack on your back and a messed up ankle, but I managed.
(Y/N's POV)
It was nerve wracking to leave Brady alone with Miss Abby, I knew how scary she could be. So when Brady came back, I walked over to him quickly.
"What happened? Are you in trouble? You'll be able to dance this week right?" You didn't mean to bombard him with questions, but it just happened. He gently held your shoulders and shook his head no, your mind immediately went to he's not dancing. "You can't dance? Is it because of me? It's because of me isn't it?" You spoke, Brady putting a hand over your mouth quickly as he playfully rolled his eyes.
"I'm not in trouble and I am dancing as long as my ankle heals. Don't worry. I'm fine, she just wanted to talk to me." You weren't really sure how to feel about that, but you bit your lip and kept quiet, not wanting to bug him anymore.
"Do you think I could come over tomorrow? To help with your ankle and all." You spoke, Brady playfully chuckling as he called his mother, knowing she was already in the car. Thankfully she said yes and you quickly ran up to your mom who gave you a yes. "Alright, I'll be ready!" You spoke, soon taking your bag and helping Brady to his car before you ran off to your own. Er...Your mother's car.
(Brady's POV)
I smiled as Y/N helped me to the car, thanking him/her before she/he walked away.
"Mom, I like Y/N. I have a plan, but we have to stop by a flower shop quickly." I spoke as I closed my door and buckled up, turning back and seeing how happy mom was for me.
"Bout time you admitted it." She teased, myself playfully rolling my eyes as I turned up the radio. "So what's your plan?" I told her my entire plan, not leaving out a single detail. The night was the same as every night, minus the empty vase sitting on my window sill now. Called Y/N and fell asleep to his/her voice this time, making sure my phone was charged. I am really looking forward to a whole day with Y/N tomorrow.
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Sorry it was so short, the next chapter will be longer. Thank you all for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter!
-NerdyAmericanFemale