Maybe Twice

Sequel to Once in a Lifetime, A Les Twins Fanfiction

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Can you post the link to your story change in the weather ?(:

here

and you can find a list of my fics here

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Your stories are amazing 😱😍👌

thank you ! <3

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Can I please get the link to the first book of this series? Oh! I really loved a drop in the ocean and a change in the weather.

Once in a Lifetime was posted on my main blog. It is here.

And for future reference, you can find a list and description of all of my fics here :)

Thank you, I'm glad you liked them <3

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great stories keep up the great work !!! enjoyed reading this :)

thank you :)

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Please say this is not the end....

It is, unfortunately. But I have two other fanfictions as well. Starting with A Drop in the Ocean. It's very different, but maybe you will still enjoy :)

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I would just like to thank you all for reading Once in a Lifetime & Maybe Twice. I hope you all enjoyed reading them as much as I loved writing them :) <3

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Epilogue

"Losing him was blue like I never knew, missing him was dark gray all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red."        - Taylor Swift, Red

Bee made her way through the crowd to the stage. She was supposed to perform third to last, so she had plenty of time, but she wanted to be prepared.       After having danced with Melina, and working at a dance camp in Chicago, she had been asked to sign on with an agent. She had appeared on tv shows, live performances, and even another national tour with Melina, only this time as a special guest. The World of Dance tour 2015 had asked her to perform in LA. She was excited and on edge. She knew it was a big deal to be asked to perform. She had already signed several autographs and posed for pictures with several fans. She had even gotten a few marriage proposals. She kindly declined, explaining that she had been single for almost two years now, and wasn't planning on changing that any time soon.       Bee scanned the crowd for her best friend and dance partner, Dahlia. Dahlia had also been signed, and her and Bee were known as somewhat of a team. Bee didn't see Dahlia, and took the moment by herself to check her phone. She had a text message from her good friend Jax, and another from her best friend Tyler. Both wishing her good luck. She smiled and took another walk around the venue. It was crowded with dancers and appreciators alike. There was music blaring from every direction as battles were taking place.        One battle in particular caught her attention. She tried to look over the sea of people. She walked closer, and that's when she saw the matching pair of afros bouncing in the center of the battle. A wide grin spread across her face. She made her way to the front of the circle, watching the twins dance. She hadn't seen them in years. They looked almost exactly the same. The judges declared them the winner, and the twin in the khaki pants and varsity jacket wiped his face on his t-shirt before looking up and spotting her. His eyes widened and his face lit up. He made his way over to her.        "Bee..." he said, still surprised to see her. Bee grinned.        "Hi, Larry."

What neither of them knew was that a simple hi after two years apart would rekindle a fire that had been brighter than anything either had ever felt.

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Chapter Twenty-Two

"I'm flooded with all this pain, knowing that I'll never hold you like I did before the storm."       - Jonas Brothers & Miley Cyrus, Before the Storm

I blinked away the fuzziness from the drugs and glanced around the hospital room. Larry was sitting in a chair in the corner, sound asleep. My mother was in the chair next to me. I tried to sit up, but got too dizzy, and had to lay back down. I blinked a few more times before everything came rushing back to me.        I was rushed to the hospital, Larry never leaving my side. The nurses had asked where the pain was coming from. I told them, and mentioned that I suspected I was pregnant. I will never forget the look of shock and pain on Larry's face. I wish I could have shielded him from it, but it was necessary information that I knew the doctor would need. I went through a few ultrasounds, the pain only increasing with time. Eventually, the doctor explained that one of my fallopian tubes was going to rupture if I didn't go into surgery right away. There was no way to save what would have formed into a baby. I swallowed hard, and tried not to cry, but I couldn't help but let out a small wimper, waking up my mom. She saw that I was awake and crying and instantly wrapped her arms around me.       "My Annabelle..." she said. She only used my full first name when she was upset. This made me cry harder.       "I'm so sorry, mom," I said, crying hard. She stroked my hair and shushed me soothingly.       "You are okay, that's all that matters," she said. Larry stirred in the corner, but didn't fully wake up. My mother glanced over at him.       "He has refused to leave," she said. I couldn't help but smile slightly. Even though I had hurt him, he still stuck by me.        "I'm going to go try and find your nurse. Let her know you're awake," she said, kissing my forehead before getting up and leaving the room.        Just a few minutes later, Tyler made his way into the room.        "Ty?!" I said, my voice slightly hoarse. He ran over to me and hugged me.        "Don't you ever scare me like that again," he said. I squeezed him tight.        "I won't," I said. He looked at me worriedly.        "Are you okay?" he asked. I sighed.        "I don't know," I said. "But I will be... Is Dahlia here?"        Tyler nodded. "Her, Josh and Laurent are downstairs in the cafeteria. Larry has refused to leave since the doctor let him in here."        "That's what Mom said."        "What are you going to do about him?" he asked.        "Dahlia told you everything?" I asked knowingly. Tyler nodded, looking guilty.        "We were really worried, Bee, and wanting answers," he said. I smiled.        "It's okay, Ty. But I don't know what I'm going to do," I said. Tyler looked over at Larry, who was starting to move again.         "Well you better figure it out, because it looks like he's waking up," he said, rubbing my arm. "I'm gonna go tell the others you're awake. Good luck." Tyler got up and walked out of the room right when Larry sat up and looked over at me.        "Hey," I said, tears falling down my cheeks. Larry got up hurriedly and made his way over to me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "I'm so sorry, Larry," I said, choking on my words. He shushed me the way my mom had.        "No, I sorry," he said. He pulled away and I looked up at him. His dark eyes were filled with regret and pain. I swallowed.        "We're not good for each other," I said. Larry nodded.        "I know."        "All we do is hurt each other."        "I know."        "I love you, Larry," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. Larry squeezed his eyes shut and brought my hand up to his mouth, letting his lips linger over my fingers.        "I love you, too."        "After this summer, we have to go our separate ways," I said, unable to bring myself to look at him.        "I know," he said, laying his head on my chest. I stroked his face, reveling in the moment. Taking in as much as him as I could before he was gone.

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Chapter Twenty-One

"I wanna decide, 'cause it's worth deciding to find something more than this fear."       - Duncan Sheik, Half Life

The day Larry and Laurent were supposed to come back to camp, I tried to go about things normally, but I was so nervous I could hardly focus. I had ignored every response he had sent to my text telling him it was over. I knew it was unfair to text him, but I knew hearing his voice would sway my decision, and that was the last thing I needed. Seeing him was going to be even harder. It wasn't like I had bigger things to worry about.        Dahlia had told the nurse she needed to make a special trip off campus to the pharmacy to refill her inhaler, so that she could pick up a pregnancy test for me. The test was mostly just a technicality. A last hope that it would be negative. But deep down I already knew. What I didn't know, was how I was going to tell Jax. Tell my mom. Tyler. I didn't know how I was going to tell Larry. Or if  I was even going to tell Larry. We weren't together anymore. I didn't owe him an explanation. At least, those were the reasons I justified. But the real reason was because I knew it would kill him. I didn't want to be responsible for breaking him.       I saw Laurent first, considering the first thing he did was come to our cabin to find Dahlia. She squealed and jumped into his arms. Ever since the Nichelle thing was cleared up, she had accepted that he had immersed his self into his work, and that's why he wasn't calling. I knew she had been secretly counting down the days until they came back, not wanting to make a big deal out of it for my benefit. I loved her for that.       Laurent gave Dahlia a big kiss on the mouth and then looked over at me, his arm wrapped around her, and her leaning into him. I felt a sudden pang jealousy of the happiness, but I squashed it down.       "Larry looks for you," he said.       "Oh," I said. Laurent cocked his hip and gave me a look. "What?!"       "Please go talk to mon frère," he said. "He so annoying lately. 'Oh em gee, I miss Bee. Why she no talk to me. I love her,'" he said, mocking his twin, just as Larry appeared behind him. He shoved Laurent out of the way.       "Faire taire, Lau," he said, annoyed. He then looked at me, standing in the middle of the cabin, feeling, and undoubtedly looking, awkward. "Bee," he said. It was just my name, but there was so much emotion behind it, it almost knocked the wind out of me. Dahlia and Lau glanced at each other.       "Uh, we'll catch up with you later," Dahlia said, steering Laurent out of the cabin. Larry and I stood facing each other. His hair was in twists, covered by a snapback, as always. He was wearing khakis, a simple outfit choice that always drove me crazy in the best of ways, even if they were backwards. His t-shirt clung in all the right places, as always. I tried to look away from him, but I couldn't. He was looking at me like he couldn't find words. His skin was so flawless. I resisted the urge to walk up to him and touch his cheek.       "Why you give up on us?" he asked. I opened my mouth to answer, when I suddenly felt nauseous. I put my arm out to keep my balance.       "Bee?" Larry said, concern covering his perfect features. I tried to make my way to my bed to sit down, but there was suddenly an incredible pain rocking my body. I gasped in pain. Larry rushed over to me, holding me steady. That's when I looked down and noticed the blood running down my leg.

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Chapter Twenty

"Loaded guns and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads."       - Fall Out Boy, Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

It wasn't until the end of June that the panic set in. I sat on my cot and looked at the calendar I marked important dates on. The same calendar I tracked my period on. I was two weeks late.       There was no way I could get my hands on a pregnancy test. We weren't allowed to leave camp, and if I went to the nurses office, or talked to the director, they would know that I had "fraternized" with another counselor. I stared at the red dot on the calendar. It was just days before the night at the lakehouse. If only I could go back to that night and do it all over.       Knock knock. I looked up to see Nichelle standing outside my cabin door. I motioned for her to come in, shoving my calendar under my covers.       "Hey," she said, looking uncomfortable. I didn't blame her. We hadn't really talked since the confrontation in the mess hall.       "What's up?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't come here without purpose.       "I just wanted to talk to you about something," she said. I raised my eyebrows. "Look, I didn't know you and Larry were together."       I squeezed my eyes shut. "Nichelle--"       "No, you need to hear this," she said. "I didn't know you and Larry were together. But there was a time a few weeks before he had to leave here that he got weird. He stopped talking to me almost all together. But I noticed he was happier than I had seen him. I thought it was because he was tired of me. He had had is fill and was happy to be rid of me. Now I know it's because he was secretly with you."       I tried to swallow the lump in my throat to keep from crying.       "Why are you telling me this?" I asked.       "Because I know he really loves you. And I saw the hurt in your eyes that day in the mess hall. I saw the stolen glances between you two when he was here. I was always jealous. I know you love him as much as he loves you," she said. I swallowed and avoided eye contact.        "Yeah, well that doesn't really matter now," I said. Larry had fucked up too many times to count. Even if he wasn't hooking up with Nichelle while we were together. I didn't think I could handle any more of that relationship.        "Are you kidding me?!" Nichelle exclaimed. "That's all that matters. Love is hard. It's painful. And it's not easy like everyone makes it out to be. You have to work at it. But in the end it's worth it."        "I just don't think I can do it anymore," I said.        "You can. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Bee," she said, getting up to leave.        "Nichelle?" I said. She turned back around.        "Yeah?"        "Thanks," I said. She smiled.        "Anytime," she said, walking out and letting the cabin door close behind her.

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Are you going to make s whole new page for A-Drop-In-The -Ocean FF?

For the sequel ? Yes I will. I'll post it on the old one when it's ready.

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Chapter Nineteen

"With every mistake, we must surely be learning."       - The Beatles, While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Dahlia and I walked into the camp director's office in the back of the Information Center, which was just a big cabin in the center of camp, where the director's and nurse's offices were located. The director, a middle-aged blond woman with a Jimi Hendrix t-shirt on sat behind her desk. She smiled.      "Have a seat girls," she said. I took her smile as a good sign, and Dahlia and I sat in folding chairs across from her desk, which was really just a card table.      "Why are we here, ma'am?" Dahlia asked. I wanted to laugh. I had never heard Dahlia speak to someone so formally before. The director smiled again, easing my nerves a little bit more.      "Please, call me Julie," she said. "And you are here because I would like to ask you girls to do a special performance at the end of the summer."      "Special performance?" I asked. Julie nodded.      "Yes, we're having some of our most talented counselors perform for all our students at the end of the summer. Les Twins will be performing, and I would like for you girls to perform as well," she explained. Dahlia and I both tensed up at the mention of "Les Twins" but Dahlia covered it up quickly.       "Of course! We'd love to!" she said. I smiled and nodded in agreement.       "Excellent!" Julia exclaimed. "I'll mark you down."       Dahlia and I got up and began to walk out of the room.       "Oh, and girls..." Julie said, causing us to stop in the doorway. "Please try not to discuss your love lives in front of the campers."

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I successfully avoided Jax for over a week until he cornered me after breakfast one morning. I had been so good about getting out before he noticed I was leaving, but I must have slipped up because he came towards me like he was on a mission.       "Bee, this isn't fair," he said. I avoided eye contact.       "Jax, I..." I started, unsure of what to say. I knew it was unfair of me to avoid him. But most of it was because I felt so guilty it hurt to look at him.       "I heard about you and Larry. I know you guys were seeing each other when he was still here. I know you slept with me to get back at him," he said. I winced. "I heard Josh and Dahlia talking about it when I was in the shower."       "It's not like that, Jax," I said, weakly.       "Then what is it like, Bee? I'd like to know, but you've been avoiding me ever since that night at the lakehouse," he said.       "I know it's not fair to you..." I said.        "Damn right, it's not," he said.       "Look, you have every right to be mad at me. You have every right to hate me. But it's always been Larry. I always loved Larry. I tried to lie to myself and pretend that I didn't. I tried to like you more than friends," I said. Jax scoffed.       "Awesome. I'm so glad it takes so much effort to like me," he said, turning away from me. I grabbed his arm and spun him back around. If we were going to have this conversation, I might as well say everything I needed to.       "It's not that, either, Jax. I'm sure if I met you at another time in my life I would have fallen for you in a heartbeat. You're so sweet, and gorgeous. But you just... you don't..."       "I'm not Larry," he said plainly. I sighed.       "I'm sorry. I thought being with you would help me get over him. And I was too drunk to see how ridiculous that was. And how unfair it was to you. I've made lots of mistakes, Jax. Especially when it comes to you," I said. Jax nodded and opened his arms to hug me.       "I forgive you, Bee," he said. "Just know that I will kick his ass if necessary."       I laughed. I so wished that I had feelings for Jax. "Don't worry about that. We're not getting back together again."       "If you ever change your mind about how you feel about me..." he said, grinning. I smiled.       "You'll be the first to know."

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN "RE-READ" THE END?! HE'S NOT REALLY DEAD, DAMN IT! THERE BETTER BE A PLOT TWIST OR I'M COMING FOR YOU CARA! PLEASE?

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Larry is such a fuckball! I'M SO MAD! When will A Drop in The Ocean be back? Is he gonna end up being a total tool in that one as well? I'M SO MAD! I loved him and Bee together.... *tears*

So I started reading this and was like wtf.. and then I realized this message was to Maybe Twice about fictional Larry lmfao. But anyways, lol. Don't cry ! Just hang in there until the end, you never know what might happen. And I think you need to re-read the end of A Drop in the Ocean lol. But the sequel will be coming soon. I'm going to start working on it in the next few days.

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Chapter Eigtheen

"Love is so blind it feels right when it's wrong."      - Beyonce, Me Myself and I

Dahlia and I both stood there, mouths agape. Nichelle sighed, obviously annoyed we were having this conversation. But she turned towards me.      "Look, Bee. I know you guys dated and I just didn't want to make things awkward for you. It's not anything serious, we're just fooling around," she said. I suddenly felt dizzy. I wanted to be anywhere but there. How could I let this happen again? Every time I let him back in... I shook my head. Dahlia looked at me, still shocked. She then looked back at Nichelle.      "What exactly does fooling around mean?" she asked. Nichelle looked at her exasperated, and motioned to the campers again.       "Seriously?!" she said. "Why does it matter?"       "Because Larry and Bee have been back together," Dahlia said, angrily. But this time I knew it wasn't Nichelle she was angry at. I knew if Larry was still here it would take everything in her not to rip his head off. I swallowed.       "I have to go," I said, turning and bolting out of the mess hall. I was so done with this stupid game. Let him back in, get hurt, let him back in again, get hurt again. No more. I was done with Larry Bourgeois. For real this time. There was no talking his way out of this one. Not only had he just crushed me, but I was just humiliated in front of a bunch of thirteen-year-olds.       Suddenly angry than shocked and upset, I kicked our cabin door open and went in, not sure what to do. I wanted to rip things off the walls and scream and kick and punch, but I knew that was impractical and it wouldn't solve anything. I ripped the stress ball off of Dahlia's night stand and began squeezing it as hard as possible, pretending it was Larry's head. Or better yet, his balls. The thought made me laugh, and before I knew it I was consumed my hysterical laughter. Dahlia walked in and stopped suddenly, raising an eyebrow.      "Um.. are you okay?" she asked, confused. I knew she expected to come in and find me sobbing. I wiped away the tears the laughter had brought and sat on my bed.       "Not really," I said, letting out one last giggle.       "I'll kill him, you know," she said, sitting next to me. Too many serious conversations had taken place with us sitting side by side on my cot. I sighed, suddenly sober.       "This summer was supposed to get my mind off of him," I said. Dahlia leaned forward and rested her face in her hands.       "It's my fault. I shouldn't have pressured you into coming here," she said. I rolled my eyes.       "Not even you could predict Larry's impulsive stupidity," I said. Dahlia shrugged.       "I don't think it was stupid of him to come here. He wanted you back," she said. I laughed humorlessly.       "Well he fucked that up."       "Yeah... he did."        We sat in silence for a while until Josh came and knocked on our door.       "Come in!" Dahlia called. He let himself in, looking worried.       "Um, the camp director wants to see you guys," he said. I swallowed.       "Why?" Dahlia asked. Josh shrugged. I looked at Dahlia nervously, before getting up and following Josh out of the cabin and towards the Information Center.

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Chapter Seventeen

'Wait don't jump to conclusion, 'cause this might be confusion."      - Cherish, He Said She Said

"D, I really think you should come down," I said, watching Dahlia pace.      "Bee, Larry has been calling you. And Laurent has called me once since they left. Something's up. Larry never calls. Laurent always calls," she said. I stayed silent, because that was very true. Larry had been calling a lot lately.      "Do you want me to ask Larry what's going on?"      "No! Are you crazy?! He's my freaking boyfriend, I should be able to just call and ask him," she said. I stared at her for a few seconds before responding.      "...then why don't you?" I asked, carefully, afraid Dahlia would start yelling again. But she just sighed sadly and sat down on my bed next to me.      "Because maybe I'm afraid of the answer," she said, looking up at me, tears welling up in her eyes. Dahlia was tiny, but her personality was big. It killed me to see her look so small. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards me.      "Dahlia, Laurent loves you. He's probably just busy or overwhelmed. You know how sometimes he emerges himself completely into his work," I said, trying to be encouraging, and praying that it would work. Dahlia sniffed.      "Well I would think that if I hadn't found out he had been contacting that Nichelle," she said bitterly. I swallowed. I had almost forgotten about the altercation between Dahlia and Nichelle. To be honest, I couldn't come up with any non-suspicious reason that he would be talking to Nichelle and not his girlfriend. I squeezed her tighter.      "I don't know, D. I don't know," I said. Suddenly, Dahlia sprung up, ripping away from my embrace.      "You know what?" she said, placing her hands on her hips. Big personality: reactivated. "I'm going to go ask her." Dahlia turned on her heal and rushed out of the room.      "Wa--WAIT!" I yelled, jumping up and chasing after her, letting the cabin door slam behind me. "D, I don't think it's a good idea!"      My remembrance of the night at the lakehouse was blurry, but I did remember that the interaction between Dahlia and Nichelle was unpleasant and uncomfortable, and I didn't want it to happen again. During the day. In front of whatever campers might be watching.      I chased after Dahlia has she made her way to the mess hall. She was surprisingly fast for someone so small, and I was nearly out of breath by the time we got there. Dahlia stood in front of the big open doors, scanning the hall for Nichelle. I grabbed her arm.      "Dahlia, this is really not a good idea. I think you should talk to Laurent first," I said, but she just ripped her arm out of my grasp, having spotted Nichelle sitting at a table with some of her campers. Lovely. I followed Dahlia over, hoping that I could keep her from smacking her again. Or something worse.      "Alright, why are you talking to my boyfriend?" Dahlia said. All of the campers, looking around 13 years old looked up at her wide-eyed. I'm sure they were wondering what in the world was going on, and excited to be part of "grown-up" drama. I sighed, knowing there was no good ending to this. Nichelle looked at Dahlia like she was insane, and motioned back to the campers.      "Can we do this later?" she asked. Dahlia crossed her arms.      "No, we can't. Why were you talking to my boyfriend. And why did you know his whereabouts when I didn't?" she asked, determined to get an answer. I looked behind us nervously, afraid that the camp director would walk in and notice something was going on. I hoped that the crowdedness of the mess hall would mask the fight that was most likely about to go down.      Nichelle threw her head back and sighed dramatically, running her hands through her shiny black hair.      "Look, I wasn't talking to Laurent, okay? Now back off, you're freaking out the campers," she said. The campers didn't look freaked out. They were practically salivating at the sight of this drama. I checked behind us again, feeling paranoid.      Dahlia scoffed. "Oh really? Then how did you know he was at the club?"      Nichelle rolled her eyes. "I wasn't talking to Laurent okay? I've been talking to Larry."

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I just finished the fic, everyone.

There are seven chapters left, and one chapter will be posted every night for the next seven days at 10:30 p.m. US Eastern Time :)