"I did," corrected Lance, who was leaning against the door frame of the room. "Come on, Sabs. Wakey-wakey. Time to get up."
"Lance," she groaned. "Nobody says 'wakey-wakey' anymore."
He chuckled. "Sorry. I'll have to remember that next time, Miss Porter. I'm serious, though, Sabs. I've got only one day left off, and I wanna spend it with you, not sleeping it away."
"Lance, I'm serious. I don't function well in the morning."
He left the doorway and walked over to her bed. As he leaned over, she could smell his cologne, and it surprised her, but she felt suddenly weak. He was about an inch away from her face, and smiled. "Come on. Get up."
"No," she refused like a stubborn toddler, pulling the covers over her head.
He sighed. "Okay, I give up." He backed away to the door.
She smiled under the covers. "I knew you'd see it my way."
Rolling his eyes, he turned to leave, but was suddenly struck with an idea. It was a sure-fired way to get her out of bed, nevermind the fact that she'd probably kill him once she was out of bed. That was a risk he was willing to take. He took a couple of steps back, ran forward a bit, did a flying leap, and landed on top of her. Sure enough, it freaked her out totally.
"What the-?!" she exclaimed, trying to untangle herself from the covers, cursing while she struggled. When she finally got out from under the blankets, she saw Lance's smiling face.
"Did you get my little hint?" he asked, trying hard not to laugh at the furious expression on her face.
"I'm up, I'm up," she snapped.
"I knew you'd see it my way," he teased, tossing her words back in her face.
She groaned. "Will you shut up and get out, so I can get dressed?"
He climbed off the bed, smiling the whole time.
"And wipe that rediculous grin off of your face before I help you. The only reason I'm getting out is so I can beat your ass down."
"Love you too, Beener. Wear jeans, a tee-shirt, your jean-jacket, and your trainers."
"So now you're telling me how to dress?" she teased. "And I thought it was bad when you were scaring off my boyfriends. Shall I file a restraining order?"
"Shut up," came the reply. "I have the whole day planned. And no, I won't tell you what it is." He answered her question before it was asked, because he knew it was coming.
"Whyyyyie?" she whined.
"Wow. You're good. You might want to give Chris some lessons. He's lost his whining touch."
"Nuh-un. I'm not giving that boy lessons in anything having to do with childhood. He's too close to needing a baby-sitter already that I don't want to push it."
"I'm telling you what to wear, because I know what you'll need to wear for today. And no, I'm still not telling you what we're doing. Be ready an about a half-hour."
She rolled her eyes at his back when he walked out the door. "He's too good at keeping secrets," she grumbled.
Forty-five minutes later, they were on the road in the Blazer owned by Jive that the guys used when they were in Florida. Sabrina was a little bit irritated, because no matter how much she pleaded, Lance still wouldn't tell her where they were going or what they were doing. Finally, she gave up and sat back in the passenger seat, with her arms crossed and pouting, much to the amusement of Lance, who was driving, and Jason, who was sitting in the back.
After about fifteen minutes of driving on the highway, Lance pulled off to an exit that led to a small town. He drove for several blocks, turned, and pulled up in front of an elementary school. Confused, Sabrina unbuckled and got out of the car. The school was nothing very special. It was a typical two story, red brick building, with a colorful but old playground in front. She gave Lance a weird look, still wondering why they were here.
"Dont you remember?" he asked her, noticing the confused look on her face as he got out of the Blazer.
"Not really," she honestly replied.
"Sabs, this is where we performed for the first time in the Mississippi Showstoppers," he explained, ans if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She took another careful look at the school. It did look remotely familiar. "Yeah, I do kinda remember it a little bit."
He ran over to the playground. "Remember this? We got in trouble playing on this."
She remembered, and smiled at the memory. "Yeah. I seem to recall it was your bright idea that got us detentions for not getting on the bus right away, like we were supposed to."
"What?! Me?" He looked like the idea was the most rediculous thing he had ever heard, but she could see the impish grin he was fighting to hide. "Who followed suit, I might like to know."
"Moi?" She gave him an innocent look.