Tom, Amy, and Mary were on a plane heading back to Florida after their vacation in Miami. He had a mission to complete, so he had no choice but to return there as soon as possible even though the summer vacation was only halfway through.
'I have told my dad to tell Mireya that I returned to Florida if she's searching for me. I feel bad for not telling her, but my situation isn't exactly the best either.'
Dance battle... Where could he find it? He didn't want to bother his girlfriends either. They would also be busy with cheerleader training once they returned to school. He sighed and leaned against his seat.
"What are you thinking about, Tom?" Amy, who sat on his left, asked worriedly. She held his hand gently. "You can tell us, you know?"
"Yes." Mary nodded. She held his other hand. "We're here for you."
"Ah... It's nothing." Tom smiled slightly at them, "Just something in my mind. It's not that important. Sorry to make you worried."
