High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...

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27. Chapter Five, Part Four.

I woke up the next morning and rolled onto my side groaning. What I would give for a cup of coffee right now...

I got up and stretched, after tennis and the school's physical fitness schedual I was to sore to do almost anything.

I brushed my hair and teeth, then went downstairs not bothering to change into decent clothing. I was like a walking zombie, and I felt like I could colapse back into sleep if I sat down for a half of a second.

My parents were out of town on their tenth honeymoon, I think they went to Hawii for the week, so it was just my brother and I.

Wait, let me rephrase that; me and my brother that was never at home and was waisting time at mindless parties that he would get continually drunk at.

Oh, highschool must be treating him well.

I went to the cabinets and pulled out the box of cereal I usually ate. I poured myself a bowl and sat down on the couch. Flipping on the TV, I played Castle and ate my breakfast alone.

What an enjoyable Saturday this was turning out to be.

[ later that day ]

"Stephanie," I said sternley, "I'm not going dress shopping."

"What?! But homecoming is this Friday!" She whined.

I sat down on my bed and let out a small groan. Yes, the legendary high school homecoming dance was this upcoming Friday. I was never looking forward to them and I was never asked to them.

But, this was a high school dance, not a middle school dance.

And since Ryan and I were dating... we'd go as a couple, right?

"Nathan said he wants Ryan to go," Stephanie said, "and if Ryan doesn't go then Nathan doesn't want to go and he'll complain the whole time."

"He won't play a gig at the dance?" I asked surprised. Status Single had gotten popular around the school, girls were asking for autographs and pictures.

"Nope. All the other guys have dates and they want to spend the night with them." She said.

I paused. This really ment a lot to Stephanie, who in the past month or so had become like a sister to me, and I didn't want to dissapoint her.

"If Ryan asks me," I said, "I'll go."

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