School dances, strange plans and words ending in -est

Hiya again! I had the idea for this at the (delayed) school Christmas party. It's kinda a sequel to "Second year, annoying teachers and German class", but you don't have to read it first.

Once again, I'm not Jenny Nimmo.

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"C'mon, Tanc! Just go ask her!" Lysander Sage shouted to his best friend.

"But what if she says no?" the tall Scandinavian whined.

"She won't say no, mate," soothed their other friend, Gabriel Silk.

"Hey, guys! Is Tancred still being a coward?" a boy with messy dark hair popped up nearby.

Tancred Torsson grabbed the nearest chair and screamed.

"Okay, okay, you can stop the screaming now," said a small albino, by the name of Billy Raven, who'd been sitting on the chair.

"But-But, Charlie-" he stammered.

"Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't be here, but listen," Charlie said. "I'll make you a deal. Either you go and ask her to dance, just once, or I'll go up on that stage, yes, I know I'll get another detention, but before anyone can stop me, I'll take the microphone off of our annoying German teacher and announce your undying love for Emma Tolly to the entire hall."

"You wouldn't!"

"I would!"

"Okay." The blonde boy disappeared into the crowd, grumbling.

"You've got a plan, haven't you?" asked Fidelio Gunn, suddenly appearing along with Olivia Vertigo.

"Yes, and you two are both vital to said plan," replied Charlie Bone, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

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Half an hour and three dances later, it was time for the schools best actor, aka- Olivia Vertigo, to read her speech. But this year, a few adjustments had been made.

"C'mon, Fido. Get up here. Bring your violin."

He bounded up the stairs to the stage.

"You sure this'll work?"

"Yep."

"When was the last time one of Charlie's plans worked?"

"That time we fought Count Harken."

"Livvie, that was THREE MONTHS AGO!"

"Oh well, just start playing," he started playing a slow tune. "We'd just like to dedicate this final dance to Emma Tolly and Tancred Torsson, quite obviously the only people here who will actually get together after today. See you guys tomorrow!" she flounced off the stage, while Fidelio picked up the pace, and then slowed into a steady waltz.

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"That was the stupidest idea ever!"

"Is "stupidest" even a word?" asked Charlie Bone.

"DON'T TRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" shouted Olivia. "YOU GOT US ALL INTO DETENTION! I HAD AN AUDITION THIS WEEKEND!"

"Yeah, but he did finally manage to get Em and Tanc together," pointed out Gabriel.

"And look how that turned out," moaned Dagbert. "They've turned into the cutest, gooy-est couple ever!"

"I don't think gooy-ist is a word either..."

"Who cares? I wasn't even there, but I still got detention!"

"Oh, yesterday was the awesomest day ever!" cried Emma, waltzing into the King's Room.

"Will you guys stop making up words ending in –est!"

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This time, I'd like to thank Amy for having to put up with my complaining about school dances for 2 hours solid.

C'mon! Review, review, review!