A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Don't worry all you single readers out there, I've never even had a Valentine.

Also I must apologize for both the length and time it took to put up this chapter. I'm a righty and I've injuried my right wrist/hand so it's very difficult for me to move it let alone type a long chapter. I'm going for an MRI Saturday so hopefully I'll be back in shape by then.

I was at a dance studio, nervously rubbing my arm and shuffling my feet. I needed this to work. I had signed up on Monday after telling Marky I could totally be in a long term relationship. While I believe that to be completely true, Marky had a point; I couldn't very well use a guy just to prove my best friend wrong.

All of that had brought my attention to how much I'd been obsessing about love and guys lately. I needed to step out and do something for myself. The only problem was I'd never really had a hobby or even a passionate interest. I'd left all that stuff behind in middle school. My teenage years were spent at parties, drinking, fucking, and occasionally getting stoned, or hanging out with Marky.

I'm twenty two years old and had only slowed down with those bad habits. It's not so much fun anymore when you've got a real job and are still wasting your forever partying. You shouldn't be getting stoned and drinking your days away anymore.

This was what led me to standing alone in a young adult dance class. There's a new dance every week- this week happened to be hip-hop. I drew in a deep breath and did my best to not look so awkward. Seeing as Marky and I were usually inseperable I never had to go out alone that much. I smiled when I saw a blonde girl a little younger than me bounced her way up to me, maybe I'd make a friend after all.

"Hey, sorry, but- I just have to ask," her smile never faltered, even when I opened my mouth to inquire what about, she talked right over it, "Aren't you dating Marky Sanders."

My smile flipped downard into a grimace. "Ahh," I hummed, "I make it a point to not talk about my love life when I'm out..." But the girl's question had drawn a crowd. I guess they couldn't ease drop like normal people.

"But isn't he just so romantic with you?" she asked, clearly ignoring my request. Of course I couldn't go one hour without Marky invertedly drawing attention to. When I didn't answered she asked again with a little frown playing at her lips. "Aren't you- you are Sierra Sinn, right?"

I did my best not to roll my eyes, "Yes, I'm Sierra." Who's your nosing ass? I thought, but didn't dare say for Marky's sake. We may not be so tight right now, but I wasn't going to make his fake girlfriend crazy.

"What's his penis like?" a boy with black hair asked from the back of the small crowd.

I blinked twice and for a second was sad that it didn't know the answer to that. I shook the thought with a couple of blinks. "That's-."

"Hey," a firey redhead butted her way through the crowd to stand next to me with her arms crossed. "Back off." she commanded. "We're dancing, this is not an interview. Now, spread out."

Oh. I smiled in relief, but was a bit disappointed that she was the teacher and not a potential friends. God, I swore at myself, how desperate was I? "Thanks," I mumbled, slightly leaning towards her as she walked away.

I watched her instruct us on the basic movements and once we practiced a few times- to the point that we were tolerable to look at- she moved on to only slightly more advanced moves. It wasn't anything back breaking and I really liked it. I felt like I was actually good at something.

The hour went by faster then I would have anticipated. By the end everyone was too tired and sweaty to ask any invasion questions about mine and/or Marky's personal lives. I smiled in relief and took a gulp from my pink water bottle.

"Hey, you were really good," I heard from behind me and turned to see the redheaded teacher standing there with a warm smile. "Sierra- right?" She paused between my name and the right making it an obvious question. I turned to face her fully and I nodded.

She asked, "Was this your first time?"

I bit my lower lip for only half a second before returning her smile and an awkward hesitation. "Kinda. I haven't danced since fifth grade."

"Well you're great at it!" she exclaimed, "Seriously with a few more lessons you could be a teacher."

My smile broadened with excitement. Not only would I'd be able to do something I loved, but I'd have a job that didn't require sitting at a desk all day asking, "how may I help you?" I decided not to get ahead of myself. "Really?" I played it off with a laughed, "That'd be a dream."

"Huh," she said, reaching over to the shelf that was drilled into the only non-mirror section of the wall. She handed me a small, thick card with 'Kelly O'Conor', a phone number, and a little dancer on it. "If you ever want to talk about it, there's my number. Don't be afraid to call. We need more people to teach. Not many people go about their day dreaming of teaching dance. At least no one who's ever stopped by here."

Way to sell it, I thought. I nodded politely however and figured I could consider it. "Thanks, I'll, uh, think about it."

"Great. Plus Marky Sanders girlfriend, wow, that never hurts business," she joked.

I nodded again, "See you around, Kelly."

"Bye," she waved me off before returning to packing up.

I walked out into the brisk cold, realizing I'd forgotten the put on my jacket. I placed my water down on the ground and looked up to see Mickey walking toward me.

"So you're a dancer now?" he asked cockily.

I shoved my arms into my jacket aggressively and went to grab my water off the floor, but he snatched it up. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling very defensive and uncomfortable. Mickey had made me feel a lot of things, but never before had uncomfortable been one of them. "What are you doing here?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"There's a gym next door," he wearily smiled and handed my water over.

"Thanks," I shyly excepted.

"So the papers say you and Marky are going stronger than ever," he hald laughed awkwardly.

"Psh-." I stopped mid sarcastic retort and realized what I'd been hearing today. All the people in my class, the teacher, now Mickey. Marky hadn't told anyone that we were 'breaking up' yet. I sighed and simply nodded. I was too tired to get emotionally invested in that situation at the moment.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I was actually on my way to meet him... after a shower of course."

I was surprised my lip didn't start bleeding due to the pressure I was applying on it with my teeth. Both Mickey and I were not people how paid a great deal to emotions. Neither of us were one to apologize, something that made it harder to move on. There was a lack of closure, but we both knew what the other was thinking. This would be the last of Mickey that I'd see or talk to in a while.

I bowed my head slightly. "Bye, Mick."

"Bye, Sierra," he half smiled.

I flipped my keys in my hand. When they clung together safely in my hand again both Mickey and I summoned the strength to turn away from each other and walk away. I glanced back to see him walk through the door to the gym. I looked ahead again and climbed into my car.

Despite knowing that I needed to meet Marky at six because we had reservations to go out to dinner I took a decent amount of time driving down back roads just thinking before finally going home. I wasn't quick to shower either. I let the warm water wash over me while I did nothing for at least two minutes before actually showering. I was weak willed to even get out, but when I started pruning I knew I had to leave.

I walked into my bedroom and changed into Marky's favorite powder blue dress, which I wasn't the biggest fan of. It looked nice and pretty, but I'd always been a girl who liked to look sexy and powder blue was not the color for that. Regardless I slipped into it because I knew how Marky felt about it.

I wandered downstairs with my phone in my hand, ready to call Marky and let him know I was on my way when I heard loud, repetitive knocking at my door. I opened it to see Marky with a relieved looked on his face. "I know you have a habit of showing up late, but an hour and thrity minutes is a bit much. I've been calling you all day," he scowled worriedly.

I looked down at my phone and clicked the circle button. I frowned when I saw fiftth teen missed calls from Marky. I sighed, "Sorry, I was zoned out while getting ready. I don't suppose we can still make the reservations."

"I think that's pretty much shot." He confirmed while loosening his tie and walking into my house. I closed the door behind him.

Following him into the living room, I sat on the couch with him. "Sorry."

"Whatever," he answered. It wasn't in a callous or bitter way. He didn't really care. He looked up into my dinning room across the house, "Who are the flowers on the table from?"

I smiled brightly for the first time in hours, excited to talk about something meaningless. "Me!" I exclaimed, "I sent them to myself."

He scoffed, "Come on. You said it yourself, you're going after a guy. Who's the long term relationship you have coming on?"

"Seriously, they're from me. I shouldn't consentrate so much on my love live. It's pathetic. I took a dance class instead." A smile played on my lips at the positive direction I was trying to turn my life in.

He raised an eyebrow, "What type of dance?"

"Today was hip-hop."

"Huh," he nodded, "If you do ballroom I'll be your partner... unless the flower sender wants to dance with you."

"There's no flower sender," I shrugged.

We stopped talking . It felt like an hour before he finally opened his mouth and with a croaking, unused voice he admitted, "Hey, Sierra. I love you."

I froze. That wasn't specific enough. Best friend love? Boyfriend love? Brother love? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Sensing my hesitation he clearified. "I'm in love with you."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Like, you want to date me in love or...?"

He turned to look at me seriously now and I slowly moved to face him. "Like I want to spent every second with you and take you on dates and hold your hand and-."

"Marky, we basically already do that." I reminded him and scolded myself in my head for unintentionally fighting this.

"Yeah, but I also want to fuck you," he winked with a smile.

I laughed. Leave it to Marky to say that during a profession of love. "I love you too."

So what if we didn't have a passionate profession of love. We were sitting on the couch, we couldn't even be bothered to stand. He didn't make a move to kiss me, I didn't make a move either. All that happened was I laid down on his lap and her stroked my hair.

"Good to know," I whispered.

"Yep, good to know," he agreed.

It was too gloomy and we were too tired to really talk about it. There was a delicate kiss placed on my forehead and Marky spread a blanket over me. I figured we'd discuss it in the morning because this information was going nowhere right now, that was the obvious decision. That night I fell asleep on Marky's lap and he watched TV until who knows how late, but he definitely didn't sleep. I knew that much.

A/N: Ehhh, maybe a little unpassionate and not what you all were expecting, but it is what it is. I promise I'm going somewhere, just be happy they admitted that they loved each other.Happy Valentines Day! Comment, vote, and fan!