My Fallen Angel

I twisted my body as directed, but I faltered mid-pirouette, and landed with a sigh, my feet flat against the floor.
“Well, almost there,” Francis sighed.
I couldn’t focus today.
I’d come into the studio, like everything was fine. I still had a bruise on my face that wouldn’t go away, and I knew Francis had seen it, his entire body language had told me that the second he got close to me.
He hadn’t commented on it, and I hadn’t brought it up, either.
Though he was a lot less talkative today.
“Francis, I think... I should go home today,” I sighed, turning to look at him where he rested against the glass mirrors. “I’m just not feeling it today. I have the routine down.”
“Yes, today was just a refresher,” Francis bobbed his head, staring at me with an almost pitying expression. “Do you want me to call you a cab?”
“I’ll call my boyfriend,” I shrugged, stepping over to where my bag rested against the glass. “He’ll come get me.”
“Ah... the grouchy dark haired one?”
“Ashley, yes.”
Ashlandil just didn’t like the fact that Francis undressed him with his eyes every time he came in, which I found to be amusing, in any case.
I think Francis just did it because it bothered Ashlandil.
“Are you sure you want to call him?”
“Why wouldn’t I? He was going to pick me up regardless,” I glanced up at Francis, seeing he was... protective.
The black veins still made it possible for me to sense others emotions, and lately I didn’t even need to be touching them to do so. It was the most helpful thing it had done for me, to be honest.
Though I wished they would just go away.
“Well.... why don’t we take a tour of the classes instead?” Francis suggested, his face brightening, and he quickly pulls me to my feet. “Some of the ones you can be teaching!”
I really didn’t feel like it.
But Francis looked so earnest, I couldn’t tell him no.
I let him pull me along behind him, glad now I had chosen to wear sleeves with my outfit, so he wasn’t actually touching my skin at all; though, with Francis, I don’t think my influence would be nearly as strong since he was attracted to a different gender.
“What type of classes are there?” I asked, crossing my arms as we stopped in front of a classroom, the large window allowing us to see inside the room. I could see a bunch of teenagers, all girls, watching their teacher in front of the room, then echoing her movements.
The teacher looked like she would rather be somewhere else.
“This is hip hop,” Francis explained, looking annoyed. “That’s our substitute, Lisa. Our other one quit so she could raise her kids.”
“Ah.” She was doing a terrible job, in my opinion.
“Have you ever taught any hip hop?”
“Never specifically, but it doesnt matter what genre the music is,” I shrugged. “It’s feeling it, moving your body along with the beat, becoming part of it rather then just a compliment.”
Francis gazed at me, a slow grin appearing on his lips.
“I knew I liked you. Do you wanna take over for Lisa? Give the kids a break from her, at least.”
“I don’t know how well I’ll do.”
“Honestly, anyone can do better then Lisa.” Francis scoffed, flicking his hair over his shoulder. “Come on.”
He opens the door to the room, causing everyone to turn and look at him.
“Lisa,” he motioned her over to him, and the small blonde girl quickly hurried to the door. “Do you wanna take off for the rest of the day? I can take over for you.”
“Would you?” the girls sounded so relieved. “That would be great!”
And she was literally gone.
I blinked.
Francis gave a pained sigh as he walked into the room, and I followed behind him several steps, curious.
All the girls were dressed in similar clothes to mine, though theirs looked a lot more comfortable. My eyes flicked over all of them, settling on one familiar face, and I smiled at her.
She was staring at me with wide eyes, recognizing me as well.
“Class, this is going to be your new teacher!” Francis suddenly announces, and my eyes jerk to his face in surprise. “You can call her Miss Kenna! Her last name is a bit of a pain to pronounce, at least right now. Miss Kenna, say hello to your class!”
I stared at Francis, making him squirm a few seconds.
I did not agree to teach this class.
I wasn’t supposed to teach until after the performance.
Ugh.
I sighed, but turned and gave the class a smile.
“Hello, everyone!”
“Hello,” they all echo, a current of nervousness in their voices.
“So, what we’re going to do is go over the routine Lisa had you guys on for your recital,” Francis claps his hands, turning around to flick through the notebook beside the stereo. “See how awful she was going to make all of you look. Everyone can take five until then!”
The girls all relax, and move to their circles of friends within the room, chattering amongst themselves.
I moved to where I could see MIkayla standing by herself, fumbling through her gray dance bag, grabbing a bottle of water.
“Hello again,” I smiled at her as I stepped to her side, and she jerked, immediately hopping to her feet as she stared at me.
“Uh, h-hi,” she twisted the bottle in her hands nervously as she looked at me. “So... so you work here now?”
“Well, I visited one day, and they sort of recruited me to be in one of their shows,” I shrugged,my hands going to my hips. “And it sort of went from there. So, are you enjoying your classes?”
“Um, yeah, I am,” she brightened slightly. “Now that I dont have to drop out mid-semester. Someone paid my tuition through the year,” She gave a big smile. “I can dance!”
“That’s wonderful! I’m glad it worked out for you,” I chuckled, pleased. I was hoping she would be happy she could keep dancing.
“Kenna,” I heard Francis call, and I glanced back at him. He motioned me over to him, and I sighed as I stepped back to the stereo.
“This is terrible,” he mutters, motioning at the notebook he held in his hand. “Like this is the worst routine I’ve seen in my entire life. Their recital is in two months and they need a complete new routine so they don’t look like clowns.”
“What song are they dancing too?”
“Like I have any idea, probably some trashy one, knowing Lisa.” He grumbled as he turned to the stereo, turning it on.
I cringed, my hands flying to my ears at the awful music that suddenly screeched out of it, and Francis had a horrified expression on his face as he slammed his hand against the off button.
“That’s terrible!” He blustered. “Unnacceptable! Girls, line up!”
They all moved like trained soldiers into place.
“We’re.... going to change some things up.” Francis announced, glancing around. “Actually, we’re going to scrap the routine Lisa had you guys doing, and create a new one! Don’t worry, girls, you’re in perfectly good hands!” he grinned at all of them. “Miss Kenna will have you a new routine shaped up in no time!”
I would?
“Until then, class is dismissed! I will see all of you next Tuesday!”
Oh dear.




“Ashlandil, I need your help!” I burst as I strode into the apartment, throwing my dance bag against the floor, worried. Ashlandil looks up from where he was sitting in the floor, and I faltered as I saw Jake sitting across from him.
“What are you two doing?”
“Uh, nothing?” Ashlandil stared at me, and then the mess of things in front of him. Was he trying to build a death ray or something? “Why are you not at the studio?”
“I got out early. What are you building?” I asked curiously, trailing over to them, my problem momentarily forgotten. I’d taken a cab home instead of calling him to come get me, so I’d surprised him.
“I told you, nothing,” he hastily flicks a piece of paper over, and I looked at Jake, asking him.
“Hey, I’m just here for support,” he said, scrambling to his feet. “What did you need help with?”
“Oh, um, I have a class to teach.”
“A what?” Ashlandil gets to his feet, dusting off his clothes.
“A class. Hip hop. The teacher... well, she was just awful, and Francis volunteered me to do it.”
“Okay, so why do you need my help?” he frowned at me.
“What’s hip hop?”
They both stared at me, and then looked at each other before starting to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I demanded, hands going to my hips.
I had no idea what hip hop was. Were you moving your hips and hopping around? I had never heard of anything like it before.
“Dear god, this is going to be interesting,” Ashlandil laughed, stepping over to me and giving me a kiss on the lips. “And yes, I’ll help you. It can’t be that hard, right?”
I had no idea.
“So what are you guys building again?” I asked, twisting easily around Ashlandil and dipping to pick up the piece of paper, which turned out to be an instruction manual for ---.
“Kenali, don’t ---.”
“What’s.... is this for a crib?” I stared down at it, and then at the mess that was the dining room, pieces of wood and metal circly things sprawled all around.
He was building a crib?
“Well.... I’m trying,” Ashlandil sighed, frowning at me. “It was supposed to be a surprise. You weren’t supposed to be back for another two hours. And its a neutral color, before you ask, so it’ll go with any color scheme,” he rolled his eyes.
That was... so sweet.
I looked down at the paper I held in my hand, feeling a ridiculous amount of warmth build in my eyes at the gesture.
He was building a crib for the baby.... or trying too, at least.
But the baby wouldn’t be here for a long time yet.
I wasn’t even showing yet.
Which the doctor had said was normal.
“You connected the leg to the wrong bolt,” I sniffled, wiping quickly at my eyes, both of the guys staring at me warily. “It should’ve been to that piece.”
“Leave it to women to be able to read the instructions,” I heard Jake grumble, and I chuckled, turning to look at the two of them.
Jake’s eyes flashed to my bruised cheek before away quickly, suddenly looking at everything that wasn’t me. I pretended not to notice, just like I pretended that nothing had happened last weekend and everything was fine.
I was trying very hard not to think about it, how something was wrong with Andy and Ashlandil refused to talk about it at all. I’d tried to bring it up once but he’d nearly gone volcanic on me, so I’d let it go.
But I couldn’t sleep because of it.
And with the constant reminder on my face, it made it harder to forget about it, to keep lying about it.
Francis had made me realize that.
Speaking of which.
“So, you’re going to help me with the class, right?” I asked, handing Jake the instruction papers.
“Yeah, I will. Me and Jake,” he turned to his fellow guitarist, who suddenly frowned. “We’ll both help you with this.”
“Er, we will?”
“Yep! And you know why?” Ashlandil sounded bright.
“Why?” Jake asked dryly.
Good lord.

Notes

alright, soooo I've been doing imagines on my tumblr right? Well, I do them in the "you walk this way, you shay shay shay" format, and I realized it is very hard for me to switch back and forth between first person and whatever that format i called.
So, if you notice some of the writing sounding a little weird, forgive me, I'm trying, lol.


Also, my tumblr page (for the writing) is called writingismyhappytime and you guys are totally welcome to send in some requests! So far, I've been writing a lot of Supernatural fics, but I'm open to basically everything. I've done MIW and BVB fics, and if there's another show you'd like one off of, and I've seen it, I can write for it as well! And, if I haven't, I'll at least do my research on it.


Anywho, back to more important matters ---- I added a character photo of Iriel ( the fallen angel from London who Andy introduced Kenna too after the episode with Ashlandil and she was super sad and messed up), because he is going to be making an appearance in the next couple chapters! Funny how all my side characters have a way of popping up for finalities, huh? :0

And thanks for reading! I know you guys have to be getting bored of MFA a little bit, and I know it has its dull moments, but you guys have been so awesome for hanging around so long! I never knew it would be this big of a deal, and I appreciate your votes and comments so dang diddly much ^^

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