Fall Formal

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You guys know the drill.
I'm starting this early so everyone can get their INTRO post up before we begin.
And when I say INTRO I mean INTRODUCTION POST ONLY.
That is, your first post where you have all of your lovely characters come in.
All posting after your first post must wait until after 3 PM saturday when the dance officially begins.

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[{Kyle-Dasha}]

“I hate you.” Dasha stated. She sat in a red wagon with her hands handcuffed around the handle thing. She glared a bit as someone stared at her as Kyle and her rolled by. “What are you looking at?” She yelled. “Never seen a girl in a black mini dress in a red wagon being dragged by a guy in a suit before?” She muttered, and honestly, that’s exactly what it was. Let’s start at the beginning shall we?

Kyle walked into Dasha’s dorm on the day of the Fall Ball wearing the nice suit he had rented a few days ago for it. When renting his suit he asked the woman to recommend a dress for him. He noted that saying he was taking his cousin to the fall ball might be weird so he told her he was looking for something for his date. He had laughed when the woman gave it to him. This would be interesting. She had easily picked out a few dresses, most of them pink. The only one that Dasha might have remotely worn was a short black dress “Hey Dasha, can you try this on for me?” He asked her as he handed her the dress.

Dasha had been sitting on her couch and watching a violent movie, having gotten over her fear of blood on television. She looked up at the dress, or rather the lack of a dress. “You must be fucking kidding me.” She noted. She had told him she would rather be eaten alive by a sadistic shark then go to the Fall Ball. She feared he would try to get her go, yet she had no idea what he had planned.

“Please! Look, I just had this drawing moment okay? I saw this dress and I want to see if I can draw it well. So like…take a shower, actually pretend you’re going to the fall ball and wear this.”

She took it. She would humor him. They both knew that although Kyle could try to lift Dasha up, she could kick and seriously hurt him. She immerged from the shower and blow dried her hair as well. She didn’t bother to put on any make-up and walked out.

Kyle held up a hand. “Make-up.”

Dasha put her hands on her hips. “Or what?”

Kyle put his foot on the side of her television. “I’ll knock out your television.”

Dasha smirked. “I have my computer.”

“I’ll break that too.”

Dasha glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”

He nodded. “Yes. I would.”

She sighed and went back into the bathroom and applied a touch of blush, some mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. She sighed as she walked out. Suddenly she felt something over her eyes. She was surprised for a second but then shrugged. “You won’t be able to push me out of the door.” She stated.

“I’m not trying to.” Kyle spoke. He gently pushed her down to sit in the wagon and handcuffed her to the handle. He took the blindfold off her eyes and grinned a little. “Much better.”

Dasha stared. The handcuffs were like the ones that are like a leash, so there were long enough for her to reline in the wagon and Kyle to pull at the handle of the wagon without stretching out. She simple stared.

“Angry?” Kyle asked as he opened the door and wheeled her out.

“Pissed I didn’t think of this years ago! Fuck. Oh, and grab my bag will you?”

Kyle kept an eye on her as he grabbed her bag, yet, he took her iPod out of the bag and left it in the dorm.

Dasha sighed as they approached the dance. “Can’t you just be an extremely nice person and just let me do what I want? Whatever happened to the nice, non-social emo kid I used to know?” She muttered.

Kyle sighed. “No and I fixed him. Listen, you always used to drag me places…what about me dragging you places?”

Dasha shook her head. “That’s different. You were anti-social.”

“Name that last time you actually hung out with one of your friends.”

Dasha didn’t say a word.

“Exactly.” Kyle wheeled her into the dance and over to the spot farthest away from the door and took out a key he unlocked her and took her hand. “Please don’t run away, at least try to talk to people and such.” He let go of her and walked toward the food table.

Dasha looked away from him. “Fine.” She muttered as she rubbed her wrists a bit. She smirked as he walked away and dug her hand into her bag. She blinked, her hand feeling around her bag. Cell phone? Yes. Pencil? Well yes actually. iPod? NO! Dasha jumped up and walked over to Kyle, her heels clicking angrily on the floor. “You…you took my iPod out of my bag!” She accused.

Kyle looked up as he bit down on a sugar cookie. He chewed a bit then stopped. “Wow. These are good.”

Dasha reached forward and grabbed his face, making him look her in the eyes. “Okay, making me go to the Fall Ball? Whatever. Making me wear a short dress? I will get back to you. Taking my iPod out of my bag? Dude. I. Kill. You. Now.”

Kyle smiled a little. “Well now you have more time to be social like you promised.”

Dasha glared at him and grabbed a sugar cookie and chewed on it furiously. “Just so you know, I’m pretending this is your head.”

“I know.” Kyle spoke.

[_bjscw]

It wasn't often that Ben Roberts looked like a dapper young gentleman. Nowadays, his usual attire was a random tee shirt and ruddy pair of jeans. Sometimes he even took the liberty of combing the knots out of his shaggy hair. But tonight was different; he wanted more than anything to shock Sammie with some surprisingly good looks. He spent a good share of his savings on a nice rental suit, with a creamy yellow vest and tie to match. His blond hair was slicked back into a formal style, showing off his smooth skin and rosy cheeks. Ben had taken the longest shower of his life before this ball, using a special soap that gave him a spicy aroma without the hassle of disgusting cologne. He even took some time to shine his dress shoes!

Overall, he looked the best he ever could have looked in his entire life, and it was all for one special little lady: Sammie. A small smirk graced his features as he made his way through the girls' dormitories, as he decided it was childish to just 'meet up at the ball'. Ben wanted to escort her into the dance arm-in-arm, giving the evening a proper start. He wanted to make this one of the most romantic and exciting nights of Sammie's life yet. All this work for just the Fall Ball; imagine how he would act once Valentine's Day approached!

Ben stopped in front of Sammie's room, inhaling and exhaling a few times. Despite how slick and charming he looked, he was nervous as a turkey on Thanksgiving. What if she thought he looked fake? Was he trying too hard to impress her? He shook off these pestering thoughts and urged himself to knock gently on the door.

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Jeremy Roberts didn't exactly know the point in him going to the Fall Ball. Yeah, it wasn't like the sweetheart's dance, where you were required a date in order to go. Plenty of other single kids would be attending the ball; after all, it was a chance to look your best and show off to your peers! But something about attending such a formal event without a date bugged Jeremy. He didn't even have Ben to help him suffer through the awkwardness! His brother would be too busy sweeping Sammie off her feet and making her forget about his scumbag moves from last year. Jeremy scowled a bit to himself.

He looked extremely handsome for someone who wasn't even sure about going, though. His black suit flattered his slim body perfectly, and the satin red fabric of his vest and tie made him stand out. Jeremy might have looked just as good as his twin on this night if it weren't for the fact that he'd skipped out on gelling his hair and using intricate smelling soaps. Instead he just tucked his combed hair behind his ears and spritzed himself with some Ralph Lauren. Jeremy didn't have anyone to make an impression on tonight; he opted for keeping it simple other than his fantastic suit.

Entering Stewart's dance hall, he glanced around with wide eyes. The school never did much for the normal dances, but for events like these they seemed to go all out. Jeremy felt like he'd just walked into a ballroom from centuries ago, with elegant candles and food setups everywhere. A second later he realized this was probably a hazard. Any crazy dramatic kid could choose to knock over a candle and set the place on fire - and Stewart definitely had it's share of crazy dramatic kids. Shrugging it off, Jeremy shuffled to one of the corners and jumped straight into his habit of scouring the area for a familiar face.

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Sebastion was not nearly as worked up about this ball as most of the students were. He just viewed these types of events as a time where he could get some expensive food for free and have fun with his football buddies. Most of them brought along girls that spent too much time fake tanning and curling their hair, only to realize that their boyfriends wouldn't want to dance with them anyway. Then the girls would proceed to dance with each other while the boys stood off to the side bragging about how they would be having sex with their dates later (which none of them ever did). Sebastion knew how these things worked, and he expected it to be no different tonight.

Nonetheless, he got himself a nice suit with a bright blue tie and scarf to match. He liked to wear the casually unique outfits, so he added a fedora with a matching blue band around it, and popped it on top of his gorgeous head of caramel red hair. Sebastion looked good without even trying, which was exactly the style he was going for. He entered the ball with confidence, his posse of football players by his side. They strolled passed Jeremy Roberts standing off in the corner, and some of them snickered.

"Check out the poofter standing all alone." Muttered one of them, while his girlfriend rolled her eyes impatiently. Sebastion looked Jeremy's way, and the corners of his mouth turned down into a frown. What exactly classified the kid as a 'poofter'? He glanced down at himself to make sure he didn't have any similar attributes to the scrawny blond kid. Sebastion never understood the guys' reasoning for calling some guys gay. It seemed like they just picked any outcast and projected the homosexual label on them. It didn't make sense and it made him nervous. Anyone could become the butt of the joke at any given time.

"Awesome, chicken wings!" One of the players exclaimed, and they all came rumbling towards the long tables filled with platters of food. Sebastion grinned as the subject was changed, and hurriedly followed step with the others.

"Wing eating contest!" He proclaimed loudly, "Whoever can eat the biggest amount of wings in the next sixty seconds will be crowned the Chicken Wing Champ!" Sebastion announced this as if it were the most honorable title someone could ever receive. The guys around him all cheered and hollered, while their dates sighed emptily and stood off to the side as the competition began. Typical jock behavior.

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Apparently, the Fall Ball was an important night. Connor didn't exactly understand the point of it - why was everyone so anxious to see each other dressed up in formal clothing? Just because they looked better than usual didn't mean that their personality had changed in any way. They were all still superficial boarding school brats on the inside. Connor used to get excited for formals in the past, simply because for some reason it made girls horny. Now that sex wasn't a factor, there really wasn't a point anymore.

But he did want to see Shay. He was convinced she couldn't possibly get more beautiful if she tried, so this would be a good way to test out his theory. Connor waited outside the doors, a fresh bouquet of vibrant brown and orange flowers in his hand. It was good that he was giving them to her before they went in; that way, they could stop in the coat room and drop the flowers off there without having to worry about them. Then they could just pick them up again later. Simple.

He didn't dress nearly as fancy as some of the other guys were tonight. Connor decided on a plain navy suit with a striped blue tie. When he viewed himself in the mirror, he realized it looked dangerously close to his school uniform. He didn't want Shay thinking he'd put absolutely no efforts in his looks, so he managed to gel his hair a bit and comb it out of his eyes. Hopefully that would be enough to make him look dreamy or something.

Connor was somewhat counting on Shay getting bored with the dance so they could leave early. He'd much rather take her for a calming walk around the courtyard than dance in a sweaty cramped area filled with hormonal teenagers. But it was best to start off with the actual ball and see how things went from there. They could leave whenever they wanted to; he just had to be patient.

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Wilson stood out quite a bit from the other guys in the lineup. His suit was more of a general uniform-esque outfit, with the brass buttons and pockets and everything. Golden bands ran around the wrists of his suit, and two little golden eagles were imprinted in the special collar. As if that wasn't enough, he wore a general's cap on top of his scraggly blond hair. He looked like a fancy air pilot, and despite the odd choice in outfits, he actually managed to make a few girls swoon.

Wilson Twist was making girls' hearts flutter. Something was wrong.

The first step of his plan tonight was to catch people's attention with his out-of-place suit. For once, he wanted people's eyes on him, especially the attention of the girls who were now starting to think he was cute. Not to mention, his outfit radiated confidence and authority, which he absolutely loved. Wilson entered the ball with a slight smirk on his face and half-lidded eyes. He tipped his hat at a chubby redhead in passing, and strolled around with his head up high.

[asf!]

She just kept looking in the mirror. Her eyes kept scanning the body that was standing in front of her. She couldn’t bear to take her jeans off yet, underneath of her short black dress. Sammie tugged at the bottom of it, trying to make it longer. To no avail, it didn’t grow any longer. She bit down on her bottom lip, turning to the side and sucking her stomach in. Sammie shook her head, letting it back out. That had made it look even shorter and gross looking. She turned around, tightening the silver ribbon in the back. Her hands were practically shaking at her sides. Sammie had invested some money into her nails, perfectly French manicured. She put her hands in front of her, watching them shake nervously.

”Pull it together.” She whispered to herself, unbuttoning her jeans and letting them slip down to her ankles. Sammie stepped back, taking the jeans and throwing them into her hamper. She shivered, the air hitting her legs abruptly. She stepped in front of the mirror again, taking her hair spray and spraying it all through her spiral curls. Once it hardened and made her curls look better than usual, she nodded at herself in the mirror, please with her appearance. A pair of black spike heels were setting in the corner of her room, waiting for her feet to step into them. She heard the knock on the door and sprinted across the room to her shoes, slipping her feet into them and snapping them at the sides. “Just a second!”

Sammie got in front of the mirror one last time, spraying some of her perfume on both of her wrists, then rubbing them together. She took a deep breath, turning on her heels in the carpet and opening the door. Her eyes landed on Ben, and her grin widened. She crossed her arms across her chest, leaning in the door way. “Ben, you never cease to amaze me.” She sad with a laugh, stepping backwards and grabbing her cell phone from the night stand. Sammie made her way towards Ben. “You look amazingly handsome.” She said softly, with a sheepish grin.

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”Allie, seriously, if you fuck this up-“
”I won’t, shut up!”
”What the hell is wrong with you?”
”What do you mean?”
”You’re fucking screwing my hair up.”
”Frankie, I’m not. You can’t even see what I’m doing!”
”That’s the part that scares me the most.”

Frankie hadn’t even planned on going to this stupid Fall Formal, but Anne had picked out a dress for her, and Frankie honestly couldn’t turn it down. The dress had looked so pretty on her. Purple usually did bring out a lot of Frankie’s better features. It wasn’t too long, about knee length. There was some silver floral print on the bottom of it, lining the violet dress. The only thing that really bothered her about the dress was that it was strapless. Frankie had always wondered if the dress would just fall off of her. Without straps, nothing was holding it up on her shoulders.

She chuckled at the thought, shaking her head. Allie scoffed as Frankie moved her head. “If you want your hair fucked up, then I suggest you continue to move.” Her voice was stern, and Frankie sighed, sinking into the chair she had been sitting in for a little over an hour. When Allie declared she was finished, Frankie jumped up, walking across the room to the mirror. She looked at her curled ends, and her wavy blond hair cascading down her back. She was very surprised. Allie had done a very nice job on it. Frankie ran her fingers through it, simply staring at her reflection.

”Uhm, thanks a lot for doing this.” Frankie mumbled with much gratitude. She spun on her heels, watching Allie put her dress to her chest. She hadn’t put it on yet. It was almost like she was afraid to. Frankie raised a brow and turned Allie around, shoving her into the bathroom. “Allie, just change your clothes. Your hair looks fine, and your dress is pretty. Just put it on!” She exclaimed, setting down on the bed. Frankie heard Allie sigh in disgust, then make her way out of the room. Her face fell.

”Frankie, this is the most boring dress ever. No one is going to like it.”
”But do you like it?”

Allie grinned, skipping over to Frankie’s closet and searching for the silver heels she had found in there awhile ago. “Here, put these on.” She threw the shoes at Frankie, taking her own black pumps out of her bag and putting them on. She watched Frankie’s eyes widen at the heels, then let out a laugh. “Seriously Frankie, put them on.”

Frankie tried her best to put them on the correct way. She succeeded, and began to stand, walking on the thick carpet in her pointy heels. She had the newborn colt legs thing going on. Slowly, she crossed the room to the door. “I can barely walk in these.”

Allie shrugged, following Frankie out of the door. “You just have to get used to it. Don’t worry, I’ll steady you on the stairs.” She said with a chuckle, walking through the hall with the slightly wobbly Frankie. The two walked practically silently to the dining hall that the school had rented. There were lots of things on the girl’s minds. They just didn’t feel like talking about them.

Frankie hadn’t been able to think straight for awhile now. Without her grandmother, she felt like she was an orphan all over again. Talking with Colin had made her realize that she didn’t have to be upset all the time. This hurt though. This was true pain and grief. Frankie wanted to get rid of all of it. She wanted to scream to the sky and let all the pain out with just that single scream. The other pain she felt was towards Eric. She knew there was something too good to be true about him. He was just always so happy, and she was so dull and quiet. Frankie was also one of the more pessimistic types of girls. She didn’t like being uppity all the time, where as Eric did. Frankie chewed on her bottom lip, just relishing the idea of sitting all alone at the dance again. She rolled her eyes, walking beside Allie, her heels clicking almost in an angry manner.

Then there was anger towards herself. She was so mad at herself for letting her get close to another boy. Then again, Frankie didn’t let herself get too close to him. Just close enough to become his girlfriend, or significant other, then let him leave her with absolutely no explanation. It was painful. Frankie didn’t know how she was going to push all of this aside and have a good time tonight. Especially since Anne would be with Colin, meaning she’d most likely leave them alone so they could have their night of romance.

The two girls entered the dance together. Frankie’s eyes darted to the wagon, only a few feet away. Now that Dasha wasn’t in it that would be a convenient place to sit and rest her legs. She didn’t think she could make it all the way across the dining hall to a chair. That would most likely give her even more blisters. Frankie bit down on her bottom lip, sliding away from Allie and sitting down in the red wagon. She sighed a sigh of relief as the pain left her feet.

Allie didn’t see anyone she knew, so she stood next to Frankie, looking down at her. “What the hell, Frankie? This is a dance. Wait – why is there a wagon here anyway?”

[andi !]

As was getting to be the normal, Andrea was going to the fall formal stag. She might not have gone at all, if she hadn't fallen so desperately in love with the dress she'd picked out - thirty percent off, too! Andrea didn't have too low a self-esteem these days, but it wasn't often that she felt beautiful. Usually, average suited her best. Not so ugly that people had to avert their eyes, but not so attractive that strange men hit on her. But in this dress, in heels high enough that she felt as if she was almost average height, with her hair half-up, Andrea felt... beautiful. Pretty, at least. God, did she love this dress.

So of course, she was utterly beaming as she walked into the gymnasium. And she started towards the first familiar face she saw - Jeremy. She skipped over to the blonde boy, nearly tripping in her heels at least once. "Helloooo, Jeremy Roberts!" she exclaimed happily, bopping him on the shoulder with her clutch. Because she never carried a clutch, and having the ability to bop people with it was a new and powerful feeling. She could go around bopping people all night, but she had a feeling she might be voted off of the island. Or gymnasium.

Paul was... Paul was very, very happy. Giddy, really. He'd asked Brooklyn to the formal totally on a whim, never really expecting much of it. He'd tried to play it cool, which he was simply no good at. He'd probably embarrassed himself. But her he was, waiting outside the door of the gymnasium for Brooklyn to arrive, grinning rather stupidly.

And then a minute had passed. And then two. And then Paul got nervous. What if she didn't show up? What if she did? What if he made a fool of himself? He shook his head to himself, frowning slightly. Internally, he reprimanded himself for thinking so negatively. She wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to go with him, and Brooklyn was far too decent a person to stand him up. And he'd probably made a fool of himself while in her prescence more than once already, and still she had agreed to go to the formal with him. There was nothing to be nervous about.

But still. This was the first time he'd had a real date to one of these things. And not just a date, but with a girl he really, really liked. And he focused on that. He'd put a lot of thought into that already, really. He'd dressed up, more than he normally did for these things. He looked good, decked out in a black suit, slate grey button-up dress shirt, and silver tie. And he had brushed his hair. Paul never brushed his hair. Never. It seemed pointless most of the time, spending ten minutes trying to tame what was so clearly untameable. And most of the time, brushing it made it look flat, and not particularly attractive. But he had brushed his hair, and gotten some odd sort of product at the grocery store that claimed to "control frizz." And it had. By god, it had controlled his frizz. His frizz was, for once, perfectly under control! He felt very powerful, what with this new ability to control frizziness and all. What next, would there be some magical lotion that could control hair growth? He would love to be able to turn his hair growth on and off. Now that would be cool. But for now, he could settle for being the king of frizz, the conquerer of all things unmaneagable (in a strictly frizz-related fashion).

And now he was waiting outside the door of the gymnasium, feeling quite lame for holding the plastic corsage box in his hands. But happy.

Eliza and dances weren't really friends. She didn't have fun dancing, saw no need for going, and thought that the whole idea was rather archaic. It was too couple-y and standard and cliched for her taste; it utterly bored her. But she was here, for lack of anything better to do with her night. Besides, as the rest of the school would be here, it could be an oppurtunity to mingle a bit. She could be a bit of a loner most of the time, and her goal in life wasn't to make friends. But she figured, meeting a few people couldn't hurt.

And she saw only two familiar faces - Frankie, conversing with another girl, and Sebastion, with a whole crowd at the snack table. She started towards Frankie, but as she passed Sebastion, she overheard his challenge. Smirking, she changed her path and headed instead to the snack table.

"I never pass up an oppurtunity to be the champ of anything," she said as she stopped in front of the table, across from Sebastion and his crew. "Or can't you take the competition?" she challenged, making eye contact with the red head as she raised one brow, still smirking. Well, more smiling at this point. Just with a bit of a sarcastic slant. No, it wasn't girly to engage in wing-eating competitions. But when did Eliza ever claim to be girly?

She felt awkwardly tall. Normally five-foot-nine, her heels brought her to a good six feet, which was all well and good. But she felt like she was looking down at all of the other girls. She was accustomed to being tall, and to wearing heels. But for the most part, when she was tall and in heels, it was around other tall girls in heels. Not usually around girls of more average heights. Not that she really cared, it was just an observation.

[ooc] more to come. =)

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

Kyle turned to look at everyone who came in, yet he never SAW them. Of course he was looking for Sammie; it was obvious. He started pulling at his suit a bit. Was he overdressed? He pulled at his hair a bit. He hadn't really done much with it and it had kind of flipped back into his emo swish, but he didn't mind. But now…now he tried mussing it up a bit. He turned to Dasha, who was still biting down angrily at a cookie. "Does my hair look alright? Do I look alright?"

Dasha looked up. "No." She said simply. Then she rolled her eyes. "Here." She reached forward and mussed up his hair, putting it back into it's original emo swish form. "Why does it matter anyway?"

Kyle hadn't told her. Kyle just thought that was a great idea NOT to tell her. Yet…He sighed a bit. "Sammie…Sammie and I broke up. Like…I told her we should stay broken up." Kyle closed his eyes.

Dasha tilted her head. "And what in your idiotic mind made you do that?"

Kyle sighed. "I realized I might hurt her. I almost hurt Ben and I gave you a bloody nose one time. I would hurt her! I could never live myself for that."

Dasha rolled her eyes and bitch slapped him. She didn't in blink or pause. "No. You're an idiot. For one…when you gave me a bloody nose I had provoked you and you weren't even in that much of an episode. MEANING that if you had enough control not to hit Ben, you're under control. Beside, your medication won't fail again."

Kyle shook his head and rubbed his cheek where she slapped him. "What if it…"

Dasha took his face in her hand and stared. "Your medication will not fail." Her green eyes flashed with anger and passion. She knew what she was talking about and she refused to give up.

Kyle just stared at her. "You're pretty." He smiled a bit. He couldn't help it. Dasha did look good today. Her hair wasn't frizzing up and she had a little make-up on, but it was enough to accent her green eyes. Her black dress was low cut, but she filled it out well.

Dasha blinked a bit and let go, her face blushing a bit. "Thanks honey?" She smirked. Kyle and her had bouts of complements. "You look good too ya know." She smirked. And he did, Kyle had green eyes just like Dasha, but his hair was black and he was paler then Dasha. He didn’t look vampiric…just handsome.

Kyle sighed a bit. "I…I just think I'm gonna stay here and…" He picked up another cookie.

"…wait for Sammie 'cause you’re an idiot." Dasha finished.

Kyle opened his mouth in what seemed like a protest…but then just nodded.

Dasha heard something and turned. She saw Jeremy and the guys calling him gay. She smirked a bit.

Kyle noticed her smirk. “Dasha….Dasha…what are you going to do?” He asked a little nervously.

Dasha smirked. “Stuff.” She walked over and waved at Andrea and Jeremy. “Hey Andrea!” She said happily. She hadn’t seen Andrea in a long time and kind of missed her. She smirked and looked her up and down. “You look good.” Then she squealed a bit and hugged Jeremy. “Jeremy!” She smiled and looked over at the Jocks. “Oh Jocks are so gay. I mean really. And that one in the stupid suit…and look at that other one in the stupid hat.” It was stupid how guys called each other gay for no reason. For one, she didn’t dislike all jocks, just the ones that were assholes to her…which were most of them that she met. Second, she didn’t care what they were wearing; she just wanted to knock them down a bit. She smiled at him a little. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.” She smirked a bit. “So I haven’t seen you two in ages.” Suddenly, she was glad Kyle had made her come, she wanted to see her old friends again.

Kyle sighed at Dasha and made his way over to Frankie once a whole crowd came over to the snack table. He smiled at her a bit. “Hey Frankie…sitting in Dasha’s wagon?” He then realized that made no sense what so ever. “She didn’t want to come so I handcuffed her to the wagon…” He tried again, then he just shrugged. He turned and smiled at Allie. “Hi there, I’m Kyle.” He stretched his hand out.

[☮ ♥ ada]

For the first time in her high school career, Anne Rosenberg did not want to go a school event. True, there were the times when Asher had dragged her and she’d seemed a little unwilling, but even then, she’d liked at least some part of the event. She’d had fun. This time was different – Anne was absolutely positive she didn’t want to go to the Fall Ball. Usually, she found a little bit of enjoyment in dressing up; she liked to see herself looking pretty with her hair done up and her makeup looking perfect. She liked helping Frankie with her appearance, she liked seeing all her friends dressed up, and she liked making fun of people with Colin.

He was the reason she was so nervous about going to this dance; things between them were awkward now, at least on her part. She tried her hardest to act normal, like what he’d told her at the supermarket hadn’t phased her at all when really it had. It was hard, that was for sure; it was hard keeping up an act when your emotions so clearly didn’t coincide with it. She wanted to ask him what she was doing wrong and why he seemed so afraid of commitment, but the smarter side of her knew she wouldn’t be able to. She was way too scared to break the delicate balance they had between them like she had a few weeks ago.

Sighing, Anne gently let go of the curler in her hands and ran her fingers through her hair. As much as she hated this dance, she was going to look good at it – people would think badly of her if she looked bad and she knew it. Today, Anne had decided to go simple – her dress was a light ivory, as were her heels, and she’d chosen to keep her hair down and loosely curled at the ends. Simple and pretty, that was all she wanted. Still, staring into the mirror, she felt… plain. Mascara wasn’t going to cut it if she wanted to look well put together. Anne dusted on a bit of warm gold eye shadow and a hint of blush, a half smile playing on her lips. She had to admit, she looked good.

Hearing the familiar knock at the door, Anne’s smile vanished and she slipped into her heels, taking one quick look at herself in the mirror again. Plastering a believable smile onto her face, she answered the door and the process begun. Typical compliments. You look great, your hair looks nice. Typical small talk. I wonder what type of cookies there’ll be, did you see that movie on HBO? Typical everything. She felt herself going through the motions of Colin and Anne, Anne and Colin, and she absolutely hated it. That she was executing these actions so perfectly angered her even more. She was hurting. She was hurting and it was because of him – he’d given her a false sense of security and then ripped her safety net from out under her. In her mind, she knew she was still confused and in pain over everything that’d happened within the past few months – yet she was still acting as if nothing had happened. Wasn’t there something wrong with that? And if there was, why was no one noticing?

The questions were rooting themselves into Anne’s mind as she stepped into the hall with Colin at her side. Seeing the few people there, she already felt self-conscious. She had definitely not expected everyone to look as great as they were looking right now. Even Frankie sitting in a wagon – why on earth was there a wagon at a dance? – looked stunning, more stunning than usual. Anne suddenly felt ashamed to be by Colin’s side, as if she was tainting his perfect image with her presence. Was this going to be a long night or what?

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Asher and Anne were complete polar opposites in almost every aspect, and Asher’s attitude toward the dance exhibited that fact perfectly. While Anne was being a worrywart over every detail of the night, Asher was determined to have a good time and nothing was going to stop him. His meeting with Rylee at the dance had reassured him of one thing – he and Rylee were friends and only that. He saw her around school, laughing and having fun for the first time in forever. He saw her smiling and getting happier and happier by the second and that worried him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy for her – because somewhere, deep down inside, he was – it was just that his plan wasn’t working and that frustrated the hell out of him. This year was all about being better and realizing who he was without Rylee – so why did he have to mope around when she was doing fine without him?

Of one thing he was sure, and that was that there was no reason to be sitting around and wasting life away over a girl. There were places to go and people to see and Asher was missing out on all of it. He could be traveling to the moon, meeting the Dalai Lama, saving children in Africa! Okay, so maybe he couldn’t exactly do all of those things now… but the point was that he needed to stop thinking about Rylee and start having some fun. The welcoming dance had been one failed attempt to keep his mind of her – instead he’d managed to blurt out that he still loved her in a dramatic speech that the entire student body had seen. Talk about an epic fail.

Putting on his tie, Asher looked into his mirror and smiled. Dang, did he clean up good. Though it normally stood fine on its own, Asher had actually bothered to brush his hair and had washed it nicely a few hours before. Heck, he’d even put on a bit of cologne – Anne had told him she loved when boys wore cologne. Though he was not looking to attract his sister, he had heard girls liked cologne. It couldn’t hurt.

Running a hand through his hair one final time and dusting off his suit, Asher stopped. What was he supposed to do now? Right, go down to the dance. It took him awhile to realize that this year, he wouldn’t be cutting across the lawn to get to the girls’ dorms. He wouldn’t be freaking out and spending an extra hour changing his clothes because they didn’t look good enough, nor would he spend the day worrying if Rylee would like what he picked out. It was odd, but… still good, in a relieving sense. Taking a deep breath, Asher set out for the dance.

Pulling open the doors to the hall, Asher’s eyes widened. Well, Stewart had certainly decided to go all-out this year. For starters, they’d actually rented out a hall instead of having the dance in the gym, which gave the dance an actual sense of formality. And then there were all the decorations, dancing and flickering like leaves in the wind. The entire scene was washed over with a dull golden hue, no doubt a result of the light bulbs the school had purchased for the event. It bathed every person in a glowing, almost Godly light. Even plain Jane Doe looked like an angel.

He was about to step into the dance and head to the snack table when he spotted a bright red wagon off to his side. Raising a brow, Asher took a few steps toward it and furrowed his brow in confusion when he saw Frankie sitting inside of it. “Lord chiiild you needa getcho head on straight.”

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Having cancer sucked, every minute of every day. You couldn’t go out without feeling tired, you were constantly being treated with chemotherapy, you were fighting your own body, you could very well be living one day and dead the next… and then there was the fact that you had no hair. As superficial as it sounded, that was one of the things that bugged Dee the most about having cancer. She hated going out and having people constantly staring at her scalp and not her pretty blue eyes or her toothy smile like they usually did. Not wearing a wig had been a way of showing that Dee didn’t care about how she looked as long as she was alive – she was beginning to realize that, as much as she hated it, she cared. She cared way too much.

It wasn’t hard to figure out how attached girls were to their hair if you really took a look at it. They were constantly fooling around with it: running their hands through it in class, twirling it in front of boys, braiding it when they were bored. They did everything to get it to look just right: washing it with shampoos that cost way too much, killing it with flat irons, applying way too much product to get ‘added shine’ or ‘stronger hair’. There were even the stupid girls who were blessed with curly hair and would straighten it, only to curl it again so it looked like some celebrity or the other’s hair. Dee had always found that to be painfully stupid; she’d straighten her hair every once in awhile or curl it occasionally, but she knew it was just as beautiful as it was naturally than when it was tampered with. She’d always been confident in her natural beauty.

And yet here she was, trying on different wigs to see which one would look best on her. Part of it angered her; she had always advocated inner beauty, and putting on all these wigs felt hypocritical. But she was a female, and she clearly wanted to look good for the fall formal – to some part of her, that meant having hair, and wearing it nicely (literally). After many a wig, she finally chose the one closest to her natural hair color and length with a bit of curl at the end. Pinning back a few strands with bobby pins, she smiled and contemplated what to do for her makeup. A simple smoky eye, mascara, and a bit of nude lip gloss would suffice. Dee had never been one for makeup, but she’d always been good with playing up her eyes – even with their dull coloring, they managed to shine. Slipping into her heels, Dee smiled at her reflection. Finally, she felt pretty.

Clicking her way down to the dance, Dee stopped at the site of Paul. Grinning, she eyed the corsage in his hand and patted him on the back. “Good for you, Giraffe. You look good,” she commented. “Go get ‘em, tiger!” she chirped, winking and stepping into the hall itself. She pondered for a moment, wondering if Paul would realize she’d called him a giraffe and a tiger in the same sentence. Brushing the thought from her mind, she scanned the hall for any sign of Allie. She didn’t have to look far – right beside her, and standing next to a wagon (major wtf moment), stood Allie, looking stunning as usual. Beaming, Dee closed the small gap between them and wrapped her friend in a bear hug. “Hey there,” she greeted casually after releasing Allie from the hug. “Someone’s looking beautiful,” she noted, pressing her finger to Allie’s shoulder and making a lame ‘tss’ noise. “Hey Frankie!” she added in, not wanting to exclude the other girl. Last but not least was Kyle, who she’d never met. Noticing that one of his hands was occupied, Dee offered the boy a wave and a smile. “Hi, I’m Deanna.”

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Quin wasn’t entirely stoked about this whole formal thing. He had totally blown the welcoming dance, and that was semi-formal. He wanted to just hit his head against a wall repeatedly. But, that would be a little extreme, right? Quinikins had absolutely no idea. He sighed as he looked over the tuxedo hanging up on his closet door. He made a face as he picked it up, and tried to put it on, but ended up putting it on wrong. Who puts a tuxedo on wrong? Well apparently Quin had managed it.

He slapped his legs a bit as he finally got it on right. It wasn’t really his fault, well to him it wasn’t. A lot of people got ready at a friend’s dorm. Not Quin. He was left by himself, in his dorm, messing with his tie. He made another face as he thought he got it right, but didn’t really care right this minute. If that even made sense to himself. He chewed on his lip as he thought of Allie. He was going to go up to her and talk to her. He just wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say yet.

He checked his pockets for his phone, and some other random things he carried around with himself daily. He walked out of the dorms, still chewing away on his lip. Quin pushed through the door, and stopped for a moment, not really sure what to do. He looked around, until he spotted Allie in a group of people. He bit down on his lip as he headed her way. When he reached her, he spoke.

”So. Where’s your lover?” He said, a little anger in his voice. He hadn’t even know he had become this way, hating almost everything he did.

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Brooklyn was nervous. Really nervous. In all honesty, she didn't even know why. All that was different from the last formal was the fact that she had a date. And that wasn't really a big thing. At least, it hadn't felt like it would be a big deal. Now that she actually had a date, it was a big deal. Brooklyn didn't really know why, just the fact that she was going to the dance with someone. It seemed like that was a lot of expectations that went along with it, even though her date was Paul, a total sweetheart. She knew there were no actual expectations, but it still felt strange.

Biting down on her lip, Brooklyn slowly approached the dance. She felt kind of strange. Not like herself. The dress she was wearing felt off. The blonde thought it was pretty, all pink and sparkly and thought it was perfect when she had bought it. But now it felt weird. Like she was trying too hard to impress Paul and that really wasn't her style. Plus, the dress felt so out of place with her un-styled hair. Originally, Brooklyn had curled it... until she realized that it made her look like she was really trying too hard. So Brooklyn had straightened it back out, leaving it plain like she normally did.

The girl felt severely awkward. Fiddling with her bangs, Brooklyn stepped inside, giving Paul a soft smile as she approached him. "Hey there," She said, letting her hands hang awkwardly at her sides. She really didn't know how to act at the moment, which was a first for Brooklyn. "You look nice tonight."

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Brooklyn wasn't the only one on the awkward ship tonight, both Jamisons had first class cabins. Rylee was feeling the fact that for first time in her time at Stewart, she didn't have a date for the formal. The fact that it had been a month since she and Asher had made up; the fact that they still weren't together. It was strange. And because of that, Rylee really didn't put all that much effort into getting ready for the formal. All she had done was make a visit to Brooklyn's closet, find a simple dress and shoes and throw them on. In this case, neither were very formal. The dress was simple, cream coloured. It was more of a sun dress than anything else. But Rylee didn't care, it was the first thing she liked. And as for the shoes... well, they were more like knee high suede boots. Only they went higher than her knees. If they had been black, Rylee definitely would have classified them as hooker boots.

Sighing, the girl entered the dance, scanning the crowd for someone to partner up with and talk to for the night. Sadly, she didn't find anyone she knew on her own, and she definitely wasn't in the mood to join a big group. Truth be told, Rylee wasn't in the mood to be at the dance period. But for some reason, she had made it there. Without anyone forcing her like they had last time. That was generally unheard of.

The girl wandered the hall aimlessly, silently observing everyone there. Until she came upon Wilson. An eyebrow raised and she turned to face him, placing on hand on her hip as she looked him up and down. "That's an interesting suit you've got there." The girl said flatly.

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Colin looked around, tugging awkwardly on his suit with the hand that wasn't wrapped around Anne's. The past couple of weeks had been really awkward for the pair of them. Anne was just... acting weird. Weirder than normal. Colin really didn't know what to do. Life had just been really strange since the supermarket. He had thought it would be perfect, he had the girl now, but now... it was far from perfect. It was even worse. And Colin didn't even know why.

He cleared his throat, swinging his hand lightly and looking down at Anne. "Do you want to dance?" He asked quietly, shooting the girl a small smile.

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Shay seemed to be the only one who actually wanted to be at the dance. The idea of getting all dressed up with your friends was just... awesome. She just loved the whole concept of it. Especially when she had a ready-made date. Shay had gone out, found a cute dress and a cute pair of heels and bought them.

Heading for the hall, Shay felt a grin spread across her face as she saw Connor. Damn, he was so good looking. "Hey babe," Shay said with a smile, wrapping one arm around Connor's neck as she moved in to kiss him. Looking down at the flowers with a grin, Shay poked him playfully. "Are those for meeee?"

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[ooc|| I'll bring Chandler in next post. Sorry for the short, Anne and Kelly. Just wanted to get his up so I'm not holding everything up.]

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Cheetah had never felt so awkward in his life. And awkward was just scratching the surface of what he felt, he felt horribly nervous and flat out uncomfortable. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he jammed his hands in the pockets of his slacks and let out a soft sigh, shaking his hair. He knew he shouldn't be like this, he should feel assured by the fact that Allie was going to be there, they were going to be there with each other, but still. Cheetah just couldn't seem to shake the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomache.

"I want to go to this dance. " He mumbled to himself, although there was no one else in his dorm at the moment he needed to assure himself more than anything; yet the questions still seemed to ramble on and on in his mind. What if he couldn't dance properly ? He knew he was a social outsider and didn't have much experience with these events, what if he did something stupid ? What if he wasn't dressed nice enough? He was aware he wasn't wearing that fancy of a suit at all, it was the most decent of the cheap ones at the store up for rent. However it was itchy and uncomfortable, Cheetah was adjusted to wearing casual clothes, not nearly this formal and much looser. In the suit he felt like a robot someone had slapped clothes onto, he knew there would be many, many other guys at the dance with nearly identical suits on to him.

Finally making his way out of the dorm he shuffled down the hallway in a very leisurely manner, trying to extend his walk to the dance as much as possible. He slowed his pace slightly, better late than early. Playing with his hair he tried to catch his reflection in the window of an empty classroom, biting his lip. But what if he arrived so late, that he would miss the party altogether ? Then Allie would be bored and feel probably dissapointed in him, and maybe she would regret breaking up with Quinn. He instantly walked faster.

Glancing at some random flower pots in the hallway he hesistated before grabbing a few nice looking flowers, gripping them tightly as he approached the area where the dance was being held. Prying one of the doors open with ease he chewed ferociously on his lip, why was he worrying so much anyways ?

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Unlike Cheetah, Sam Ramsey was practically glowing from confidence. He had managed to get a last minute date, some prissy sophomore who he could showoff and then dispose of whenever he felt necessary. No, it wouldn't be respectful in the least to the girl but he didn't care. He had never really understood girls that well, all he knew was there were certain things that pissed them off no matter what you did to try and prevent them, or not prevent them.

Strutting down the hallway he smoothed down the jacket of his white suit with a cocky grin. Sam knew he would stand out like a sore thumb in his attire but he didn't care about that either, if anything, that was the point. He liked to stand out, it made him feel more signifigant than others, superior almost. Actually- Sam always felt superior to everyone around him. Making his way into the dance he cleared his throat slightly, ruffling his blonde hair with a smirk.

His green eyes surveryed the room casually, landing on a red wagon where a girl was sitting with some weird kid talking to her. Although he didn't know a thing about Kyle, he felt he had the right to be calling him weird, anyone who he didn't know must be a loser. Strolling over he let out a small laugh, raising his eyebrows " Can I ask, what the hell is with the wagon ? Couldn't afford a limo ? "

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Smoothing down his hair in the mirror Kenneth let out a small sigh, fidgeting as he watched his reflection mirror his movements. He felt unusually nervous as he stared himself down, licking his lips for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He wasn't sure why he was so out of it, unlike himself, but it had nothing to do with the dance itself. Although he had no date, Kenneth remained unruffled by this setback. It wasn't necessarily a required thing and besides, he was Kenneth fucking Scrappler, date or no date.

Glancing at the pink tie dangling around his neck he frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side. His mom had got it especially for him to wear to the formal, for whatever reason, but there was no way he was going to wear a pink tie. It practically screamed homosexuality, or at least in his perspective. Kenneth had never been one to abide to the social scene much, he seemed to defy it if anything, but he still didn't want to be called gay. Snatching the light blue tie off the bed he squinted at it, was light blue equally as gay as pink?

Kenneth groaned, wrinkling his nose at himself in the mirror before he froze, feeling nasuea come over him. Suddenly he knew what had been bothering him all along. In this formal suit and everything he looked nearly identical to his older brother, Seth, when he was his age. He gulped, rubbing at his forehead. He knew that stupid things like this shouldn't bother him but all of a sudden he felt horrible, memories flooding back to him as he quickly stumbled out of the room, the blue tie dangling around his neck as he leaned against the wall across from a couple more dorms. Maybe the dance was a bad idea after all.

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Ben's eyes lit up when Sammie opened the door. She didn't even try nearly as hard as many of the other girls did to dress up, and yet she still beat them all in his opinion. He shifted his weight from side to side as she went to grab her phone, and smiled graciously when she was back in his sight. His breath had been taken away; he literally could not get a word out for the next few moments.

"Me?" Ben choked out with disbelief and a shake of the head. "Sammie, you look fantastic. Absolutely stunning. Don't tell me I look amazingly handsome. All night everybody's going to look at us and say, 'What the hell is that beautiful woman doing with that short blonde kid?'" A grin spread across his face, and he whipped out a small plastic box from behind his back. Inside was a small white rose attached to a black wristband.

"Uh, I got you this corsage. I dunno if people at Stewart do the whole corsage thing, but I'd figure I'd get you one. Y'know, to be formal and all," he mumbled, reaching out and gently lifting Sammie's hand. Ben popped open the box and slid the corsage on her wrist with ease. Then he stepped back, a rather proud look on his face. "There we go. Fits like a charm. Anyways, shall we head down to this lovely ball?"

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Jeremy couldn't have been more relieved when Andrea appeared at his side. He smirked at the clutch she held in her hand; she was going to be fidgeting with that all night long. "Hey there, Andrea Goodman. Look at you, you've cleaned up so nice!" He was cut off when suddenly Dasha arrived, pulling him into a tight hug. His eyes widened. For some reason, he didn't remember Dasha being as pleasant as she was at the moment.

"Hey Dasha!" A nervous laugh escaped his mouth, and he glanced over at the jocks in confusion. Jeremy hadn't heard them making fun of him, so he didn't know what exactly Dasha was getting at. "Yeah, uh... they're pretty homosexual." Whatever, he'd just agree with her. As long as he wasn't the one being targeted, right?

He looked from Andrea to Dasha, folding his arms over his chest and smiling. "I must be the luckiest guy here. I'm with the two most beautiful girls in the room," he said, fully expecting Andrea to bop him with her clutch again for such a cheesy remark.

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When Eliza entered the circle of jocks, Sebastion looked up with shock. Well, that definitely hadn't been expected! A loud chorus of 'ooohhhs' erupted from the boys when she announced she would like to enter the wing-eating contest. Sebastion felt completely caught off-guard. Did she even know what she was doing? He was tempted to tell her that this was for the guys only, but then he'd come off as a jerk. Besides, that would just make it all the more humiliating if she won.

"I can take the competition. You don't know who you're talking to, babe. I eat like a pig," he nodded, as if this was something to be extremely proud of. The jocks snickered and elbowed each other. Who was this girl, anyway? Although half of them wouldn't mind hopping into bed with her. After all, she was pretty hot. But Sebastion didn't have to be distracted with thoughts like that.

The plate of wings was suddenly held between him and Eliza. It looked like now the competition was just going to be between the two of them. Her challenge had changed everything. If Sebastion won, nothing would be different; all he would have done was just eat more than a girl. However, if Sebastion lost, he'd surrender his dignity among the jocks for quite a while. It was all a science, really.

"Alright," Sebastion began, hiding the fact that he was kind of nervous he wouldn't win. "Whoever eats the most wings in the next sixty seconds is the ultimate champ." He raised an eyebrow at Eliza. "Think you can handle it?"

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Connor felt that weird feeling in his stomach when he saw Shay coming down the hallway. God, it was like every time she came in his sight, his body just had to remind him that he was head-over-heels for her. He bent over slightly when she moved in to kiss him, and then straightened up the second after.

"Hell yeah they're for you," he beamed, handing her the bouquet of flowers. "Who did you think they were for? The janitor?" Anything to make the moment less cheesy. Connor smiled bashfully, and then nodded towards the door. "Shall we head in?"

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"And those are interesting boots you've got on. They make you look like a prostitute," Wilson replied to the girl who commented on his outfit. She hadn't seemed impressed, so there was no use in trying the flirty attitude on her to get her off his back. Perhaps she was just another one of those stubborn girls that refused to be smitten by men in uniform.

He turned to get a better look at her, and he recognized who she was seconds later. Rylee Jamison. She was anorexic at one point, wasn't she? Wilson was tuned into school gossip way more than he should be, but perhaps that was because of his latest plans.

"Don't eat too many cookies tonight. You might pudge up a bit, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" He gave her a nasty smile, before turning away and scanning the ballroom again.

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Frankie winced, looking up at Kyle for a moment. She gave him a weak smile, shrugging. “I just needed a place to sit. This one made me wear heels.” She nodded over towards Allie who seemed to be scanning the ball, looking for her own posse. Frankie wanted to rip her heels off and be able to stand like the rest of them. It wasn’t like she really needed heels to enhance her height or anything because she was fairly tall for her age. She kicked at the air, hoping by some chance the tight high heeled shoes of doom would go flying off of her feet. It was highly unlikely she decided. With that, she looked down at her purple dress, pulling the top up.

She looked up when she heard Asher’s comment and chuckled. Frankie pointed to the devil shoes, shaking her head. “Is that a good enough explanation for you?” She asked, a genuine smile spreading across her pale pink lips. Frankie gave a smile in Deanna’s direction. “Hey Deanna! You look really pretty tonight!” She responded, watching the two friends embrace in a hug. Frankie looked up at Asher, realizing how short she felt. She’d just have to fix that. Frankie grabbed Asher’s hand for support, pulling herself up and then steadying herself.

”May I borrow your shoulder?” Frankie asked with a laugh, putting her hand on his shoulder for balance and taking one of the silver stilettos off, then switching shoulders and taking the other one off. She put the shoes in the wagon and let out a huge sigh of relief. “My feet are not screaming at me anymore. This is an amazing feeling.” Frankie said, nodding. Well that was embarrassing.

Her eyes scanned the dining hall, landing on Anne. “I don’t think I’m going to bother her tonight. She’s with Colin. I really don’t want to screw anything else up.” She explained, shrugging. She turned on her heel to face Asher, giving him a small smile. “You look rather dashing tonight, Mr. Rosenberg.” The girl said with a playful punch to his shoulder. “They have actual food here. I’m half tempted to run and raid the entire table.” She said with a small smile. “Especially if they have pizza. I believe that would complete my life.” She finished with a nervous chuckle.

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Allie chewed on her bottom lip, snapping out of her trance when Kyle introduced herself. She shook his hand gently. “I’m Allie.” Allie said softly, letting her hand slip to her side. She wasn’t one for new people anymore. Allie just wanted to keep the few people that she had close. She crossed her arms across her chest. When Deanna appeared, she beamed. She hugged Deanna back, laughing softly. “Thanks, you look gorgeous as usual, except more gorgeous.” Allie raised a brow at her words. “That made absolutely no sense and you should probably ignore it. Just know that you look really pretty, and I’m uber jealous.” She explained, laughing.

She fluffed Dee’s wig a bit, grinning. “I’m diggin’ it!” Allie said with a nod. She hadn’t expected Quin to appear out of nowhere. All of a sudden he was there, asking her where her lover was. It was at that moment that she began to wonder that herself. She chewed on her bottom lip, looking around the dance, hoping to see him, but she didn’t. At least she didn’t see him yet. There was another thing. Deanna didn’t know about Cheetah yet. She wasn’t sure if anybody did. Plus who had been taking pictures of them back there? She shook the thought from her mind, trying to think of a plausible excuse for a good comeback.

Just as she was about to say something smart ass like, she saw him. Allie’s face broke out into a grin and she turned to face Quin. She turned on her heels, pointing to the blond boy in front of the door. “He’s right over there, thank you very much.” Allie said with a satisfied nod. She turned to face Deanna. “I’ll be right back, promise.” She said softly. “I don’t want to make him embarrassed standing there all alone.” She said nervously, making her way to the front of the dance hall.

She took a deep breath, fluffing her hair a bit and then stepping in front of Cheetah. “Hey,” She said softly. Allie leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips. “I didn’t have to get on my tip toes to kiss you.” She breathed a laugh, looking at him instead of up at him. “You look very handsome tonight.” Allie complimented, grinning again. It was like now that he was here, not even Quin could spoil her good mood. This was going to be a good night. She could just tell.

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Sammie hadn’t been flattered like this in the longest time. It was like her entire past had never even happened. She was too happy for words. She took it all in, or as some people called it ‘ceasing the moment’. She let it stay in her mind forever. Sammie chuckled at his comment about what everyone would be saying. She knew it wasn’t true. People knew they were best friends, they just didn’t know that they were anything more.

”No they won’t! They’ll be saying what’s that curly-head doing with that cute blond boy?” She watched him lift her hand and slip the corsage on. Sammie grinned at him, looking down at it. “Thank you so much.” Sammie said with a sincere smile. Oh, that was right. They did have to go to the ball. They couldn’t just stand there in her door way in formal clothes all night. Darn.

She nodded, linking her arm in his. “Yeah, let’s go.” Sammie said with a nod, walking the halls and making their way to the dining hall. Whenever they finally got there, she was bewildered by how much Stewart had gone all out for this shindig. Most of the time they would just wear dresses and chill in the gym, but this was so much different. Sammie’s eyes landed on Kyle and she wanted to scoff. Probably trying to mack on Frankie.

Sammie turned to Ben, giving him a small smile. “Your brother’s turning into a pimp, Ben.” She chuckled, pointing over towards him, Andrea, and- Wait, Andrea. She felt the guilt build up in the pit of her stomach. Ben and Andrea had been a couple for a pretty long time. She was still hoping that Andrea wouldn’t care, or wouldn’t be mad at her. Even if she was, she’d try to fix it.

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Kyle smiled and Dee and Allie and the other people who seemed to be drawn around Frankie. He smirked as she took off her heels. He could never understand why women would subjugate themselves to that sort of torture. "You do look amazing Frankie." He nodded. Suddenly he felt like there were too many people around. He wasn't good at people, one or two maybe but a whole group like this. He noted a boy talking about the wagon who seemed familiar, maybe someone Dasha knew, but he was almost getting scared. He looked around a bit and his eyes fell upon Sammie. His heart broke, it shattered into tiny little pieces that blew away in the wind. Then it slowly reassembled itself. He had asked for this and she was happy. He wasn't. He would be able to live with that. He gave a small smile and nodded at her and Ben. They did make a cute couple. He looked back at the group. "Ah, does anyone want some punch?" He said softly. He wanted to socialize but he felt a little taken aback by the crowd.

Dasha note Kyle's smile. It was a little strained and she knew it. What a messed up kid. She looked back at Jeremy and slapped he lightly on the back of his head. "I see one of the beautiful girls, not the other." She grinned at Andrea and laughed a bit.
(You know it's crap, I know it's crap...but it's up?)