Hey my little munchkins. I couldn't think of anything to write so here's a random filler chapter LOL. 

This song is so popular rn, so I thought you guys might want to see a dance for it. So here ya go :)

Mila's POV

"Oh shit, I forgot which exit I usually use," I muttered, scanning the airport. 

"Should we just head out to the main road?" Ajax suggested, looking around. 

Pearson Airport. Which was for some odd reason called YYZ. 

Je n'ai jamais compris

But I was finally home. 

Canada. 

My time had always been equally split between Toronto and Quebec. My mother was the CEO of a company that had its headquarters located in Toronto. 

I prayed I wouldn't bump into her. 

That witch with a b. 

It felt weird, really weird, to be back in Canada. 

Everything was so normal. So familiar. 

And I loved it. 

"Damn, it's wet," Ajax remarked as we stepped out of the airport. 

"That's what she said," I blurted. 

He snorted in amusement, shaking his head at my immaturity. 

The snow probably melted from the suns heat as it shined above us. 

We took a quick 20 minute drive from the airport to our hotel. We were staying at the Chelsea Hotel which happens to be Canada's largest hotel. It was a 5 minute drive from the theater we would be competing at. 

"That's lake Ontario," I said, pointing out the window at the large body of water. 

"Am I allowed to be proud that I know what lake that is?" Ajax asked, his yes sparkling with amusement. 

"Sure," I chuckled, a warm feeling settling in my chest. I never realized how homesick I was until I came home. There was too much going on for me to sit and think about how much I missed Canada. 

"Those are the Toronto Islands. If we have time, we can take a ferry there," I suggested and he nodded eagerly. 

I couldn't help but smile as his eyes darted around, trying to take in as much as he could. 

"Adam, what time do we need to be ready tomorrow?"

"Check in is at 8:30 and competition starts at 9:30," he replied from the front seat. 

"Cool," I nodded, leaning back. 

"I can't believe we're competing for the title of best in the world," Ajax muttered, a dazed look on his face. 

"I know right! I never imagined we'd make it this far."

We scored a 97 on our last performance. Apparently my storyline was more developed than they expected. 

Ha, take that ya suckers. 

Nobody critiques me and gets away with it. 

Just kidding, I'm joking. I promise. 

I just get butthurt sometimes. 

"Have you two made any changes to the choreography?" Adam asked. 

"Uhh, not really. I made sure this had a story behind it because it's the final round."

"Holy shit I still can't wrap my mind around that."

"Same."

"Ooh also, there's beaches down there. We can go sometime after competition," I suggested.

"To celebrate I'm hoping," Adam joked. 

"Don't jinx it," I scolded playfully. 

The hotel was located in the middle of the street with not much of a valet or fancy parking area. It wasn't as grand as the other hotels we stayed at, but I wasn't complaining. The closer we were to the convention centre, the later I could sleep in. 

Priorities ya know?

"How many floors is this building?" Ajax asked craning his head to look up. 

"26," the taxi driver replied, handing us our luggage. 

"Thank you, have a nice day," I waved. 

The hotel was quiet, mostly empty because everyone was out exploring. 

"Do you two have any plans?" Adam asked

"No," we replied simultaneously. 

"Well, I have to go to a meeting so you two can do whatever until I get back. Then we can get dinner," he suggested and we nodded. 

"So," I began once Adam left. 

"So," Ajax replied, fiddling with his phone as he laid on his back. 

We were on the 20th floor and it gave us a nice view of the city. You could see the CN tower rising above the buildings. 

"Wanna go walk around a bit?" I suggested. 

"Sure," Ajax nodded. 

We both changed out of our homeless clothes into something more... decent. 

I put on a plain white shirt, black leggings, and a windbreaker in case it rained. 

Ajax came out dressed in dark jeans and a tight fitting black shirt. 

Don't stare. Don't do it. No drooling. Nope, nope. 

"Ready?" he asked, looking in the mirror to fix his hair. 

Oh boy. 

"Mhm," I nodded, quickly walking towards the door. 

We walked side by side, my arm brushing his from time to time. People walked along the streets, some on break from work and others running their errands. 

I found myself walking in the direction of my old dance studio. 

"You seem to know where you're going," Ajax remarked as we took another right turn. 

"You'll see," I replied, knowing he was eager to know where we were going. 

I pulled open the heavy glass door to a building. A set of stairs led up to the second level where my old dance studio was located. 

I wasn't expecting anyone to be inside, so I was surprised when a group of dancers paused to look up from their stretching as I opened the door. 

Their mouths dropped open and I'm pretty sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

"Hi?" 

"Oh my gosh, Mila is that you?" a short woman asked, her greying hair tied in a bun. 

Madame Carine. 

"The one and only," I joked, giving her a hug. 

"Madame this is my friend Ajax," I introduced and she shook his hand. 

"You two are absolutely amazing! It's an honor to have you back," she smiled warmly. 

"This used to be my old dance studio before I moved to Germany," I explained as she wrapped up her class. 

"It's so small but so homely," he replied, looking around. 

"Is this you?" he asked, pointing to a picture on the wall. I squinted at the photo in confusion, my eyes widening when I realized it was me. 

"Oh wow," I mumbled, looking at the group photo taken almost 4 years ago. 

"The students would like to meet you, if you don't mind," Madam Carine said, glancing over to the dancers huddled in a corner. 

I shared a look with Ajax and he nodded. 

"Students, this is Mila and Ajax. I'm sure you know them by now, Mila used to be a student here."

"I'm such a big fan, can I hug you?" a little girl asked, her hair pulled back into two ponytails with butterfly clips. 

"Of course," I smiled, reaching down to give her a hug. 

"You are here for competition, yes?" Madame asked and I nodded. 

"Good luck to the both of you."

"Thank you."

We talked for a bit and she completely embarrassed me by telling Ajax about all the mess-ups I had as a kid.  

"Oh God, please stop," I groaned, covering my face with my hands. Ajax didn't even bother hiding his snickers as he gave me an amused look. 

Bastard. 

"I can totally imagine you doing that," he laughed and I sent him a glare. 

"Mila, could you teach us a dance please?!" the little girl asked, tugging on my hand. 

"Yeah! Pretty please with a cherry on top?" another boy asked, looking up at me with puppy eyes. 

"Uh-"

"Of course she can," Ajax said, smirking when he caught my gaze. 

Okay then. 

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Ajax's POV

"Only a short routine alright?" Mila said and the kids cheered. 

They were quite young, ages 6 to maybe 13? 

They were quite fascinated by Mila, probably because she was a prodigy here at her old studio. 

"Has she ever told you how much she hates little children?" Madame Carine asked, coming to stand beside me. 

"No. Actually, she hasn't," I replied, shaking my head in amusement. Of course Mila would hate children. 

"She used to call them little vermin. You could never tell by looking at her," she chuckled, nodding her head at the brunette. 

"I'll admit, she's quite interesting."

"I presume she's told you about Carson," she sighed. 

"Yes," I nodded, looking back at Mila. She had a bright smile on her face. Something told me she didn't mind teaching them dance. Maybe she just hated little kids but enjoyed dancing with them. 

"She was a mess after that. Poor girl. She seems much happier now. I believe you had something to do with that?"

Oh if only you knew. 

"Oh no, we're just friends," I reassured her. 

"Oh darling, have you seen the way she looks at you?"

"What?" I blurted, turning to look at her in confusion. 

"I don't know the story of your relationship, but I know she feels something more than just friendship."

I mulled over her words, my thoughts running. Now I was even more confused. 

"Ready?"

"Yes! We can do it!" a boy stated confidently and the other kids nodded. 

"Already? Nooo, you need more practice," Mila replied, playfully pushing his buttons. 

"We don't need more practice! We know it already," one of the older girls smiled, a knowing look on her face. She seemed to know Mila was toying with the younger kids. 

"If you say so. Show me what you've learned so far," Mila clapped, the smile never leaving her face. 

"Can you do it with us?"

"Yeah! That would be so cool!"

"I'm n-"

"Pleeeeease?"

I swear I could see Mila's eye twitch as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. 

Hey, little kids can be annoying. 

She looked to me, as if to say 'help me'. 

So I shrugged and turned to Madame Carine to ask her a question. 

I could feel Mila burning holes into the side of my head. 

The kids cheered when she agreed, taking off her windbreaker. 

That ass tho. 

Nope. No do not go there nu-uh.

I noticed Mila was a lot more hesitant to wear revealing or tight fitting clothes. I frowned at the thought, clenching my hands into fists. 

At least that fucker was going to jail. 

I watched her as she began dancing the first few steps, leading in front of the group. They seemed to pick up the choreography quite well. 

This wasn't a routine I had seen before. Mila must've come up with it earlier. 

I watched in awe as she moved effortlessly, as if she didn't have a spine. Her body melted into the movements and her flexibility always had me speechless. If anyone deserved the title of best dancer in the world, it was Mila. 

"Hmmmm, I see the head over heels look isn't just Mila," Madame Carine spoke, scaring me. I raised a brow at her and she smirked. 

Yes, the old woman smirked at me. 

"She isn't the only one with lovey-dovey eyes. Look at that fond look on your face right now" she said and my cheeks heated up. 

Busted. 

"Tell her how you feel. You might be surprised," she suggested. 

Only the issue was we already went through that. 

I knew I agreed to take things slow and just stay friends, but the more time I spent with her, the more I struggled to contain my feelings. 

Every time I saw her, I had this urge to touch her. I wanted to hug her and kiss her. And I hated hugs. 

"As far as I can tell, you've got her wrapped around you fingers. Wait any longer and she might slip right though them."