AN: Well, I promised you another one, so here it is! Okay, the only reason I'm calling this a prequel is because it happens before Fears. It really has nothing to do with that story, it's just in the same time line. It could just work as one chapter, but I wanted to include the dance, so I'm making it two chapters . . . so would that be a two-shot? Anyway, the only peeps I own is Nightshade and Derrick.

Oh! Yes, I know that Lyds and BJ dance in the cartoon. So when she asks him about it, I mean dancing and knowing how to dance are two completely different things. Any one can shake their hips, but can they do it so they don't end up killing themselves?

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We decided to go to the Shocking Mall today. Why? Well, Lyds just wanted to look at anything new. I, on the other hand, needed to figure out what to get her for her birthday. Babes was gonna be sixteen next week, and I still had no clue what to get her. So here we were, goin' in to every fuckin' shop and nothin' had really caught her interest. I was screwed.

"Hey, Beej? Is it just me, or are there more girls than usual here?" Lyds suddenly asked me.

There was? I looked around to see if she was right. Damn, why didn't I notice all these broads before? "Ummmm, yeah, there's more than usual."

"Why?"

"Dunno, babes."

Then she let out a surprised squeak as she was just short of tackled by Nightshade. She had flung her arm over Lyds' shoulder and dropped her fedora on the girl's head.

"Well, Lydibug, unlike our dear Beejay, I make it my business to know what's goin' on in the Neitherworld. Although, he should know what's happenin'."

"And what, pray tell, would that be, dear Emily?" I asked with a British accent. I smirked as she shot me a glare over Lyds' head for the use of her breather name.

"Tomorrow night is the Centurion Ball. Biggest event of the century, seeing as it only happens every one hundred years . . . argal, the name."

Lyds took the hat off and gave it back. "So, why all the girls?"

"We're here to find and/or buy the perfect dress!" Nights said with a grin.

"So which poor guy are you draggin' this time?" I asked her. She had convinced me to go with her to the first one after we died. Haven't gone to another one since.

"I'm going with Derrick, and he actually wants to go. I didn't have to frickin bribe him like I did with you--yipe!"

Lyds had stopped suddenly and since Nights still had her arm around her shoulder, she had been jerked back. I stopped, and looked at Lyds while I put my hands in my pockets. She was givin' me a shocked look. "What?"

"You know how to dance?"

"'Course, babes. What they hell do you think we did in England? Didn't have a tv."

"Dancing was how we socialized, Lydibug. Although, the number of couples certainly diminished during the Black Death," Nights said slippin' into her own British accent.

"Whoa, wait a second. You two are from England?" Lyds asked lookin' from me to Nights. "And you're not related?"

Nightshade sighed, and I just rolled my eyes. "Babes, just 'cause England's small and an island, doesn't mean we're all related."

"Besides, Lydibug, I already told you. B's a direct descendant of the damn Vikings, and I'm Celtic. Two completely different blood lines . . ." Nights trailed off as she looked over my shoulder. "Princey at twelve o'clock."

Damn. What the hell was he doin' here?

His royal annoyingness walked up to our little group. "Nightshade, I trust you are doing well?"

Nights dropped her arm from Lyds' shoulder, and put her hands in the pockets of her trench coat with a shrug. "Can't complain much, I guess, Vince."

Yeah, I was bein' ignored by the stupid little gloomy prince, but y'know what? I didn't give a shit. I just wanted him to leave. For good.

"Dear Lydia," he said while I thought of fun and creative ways to cause him pain. "Are you aware of what will be happening tomorrow evening?"

"Um, yeah, the ball."

"I would be honored if you would accompany me."

Wait, what? I was in the middle of a plan involving a hamster and a rubber band.

Lyds blushed and glanced at me and Nights. "Um . . . can I--can I think about it?"

"But, dear Lydia, it is tomorrow evening." Hehe, you've been de-nied, Princey boy.

"I know, but I kinda had some other plans . . ."

She did? I didn't know about any plans.

"Oh," he said while his stupid little rain cloud appeared. "Then I shall await your answer," and with that, he left. Finally.

I was gonna ask Lyds about these plans, but Nightshade beat me to it.

"Plans? Well, if that wasn't a bold face lie, then I'm the goddamn king of Spain."

Lyds looked at her and grimaced. "I didn't know what else to say . . ."

"Yes would have been a good choice. He's a prince, Lydibug."

Then my babes grinned. "But I might get a better offer!"

"A better offer?! Babes, he's a prince! What the hell's better than that?!" Sure, I didn't like the guy, but still.

Nights' face went blank as she looked from me to Lyds. Then she smirked, and the two of 'em had one a them "girl moments" where they say a shit load without actually talkin' and leaves us guys more than a little confused and paranoid.

"Oh, that would be better than a prince." She started walkin' away, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her a few steps away from Lyds so she wouldn't hear us.

"What's better than a prince?" I asked her.

She grinned. "A best friend." Nights managed to free her arm and waved to Lyds as she walked away. "If you do go, we should totally go dress shopping in the morning!"

Lyds nodded and waved back.

A best friend, huh? I looked over at Lyds. Did she even want to go? It was worth a shot, I guess . . .

"So, babes," I said as swaggered (that's right, folks, swaggered, 'cause I'm the goddamn Ghost with the Most) back to her side. "How about you and me show these stiffs how to really dance?"

Lyds made that cute little laugh that I loved so much, and linked her arm with mine. "I'd love to, Beej!"

So, a best friend's better than a prince in a girl's head? Yeah, I'll never understand chicks, but if my chick picks me every time, then I ain't gonna complain.

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AN: Yeah, I could end it there, but I really don't want to. Besides, the actual dance is why I decided to write this story. It won't be from B's pov, btw. The beginning will be, but not the end. Also, Lyds dress? It the same style as the one Giselle wears at the ball from the movie Enchanted. But it's a different color.

There was something else . . . oh yeah! If you haven't yet, you should totally read Beauty and the Beetle by Outside-the-inside-out-box, Mostly Dead by K. J. Gough, Shattered Mirrors by schuichistwin, and anything by WithoutHesitation. That's really what got me started (and continuing, actually) writing. Thanks guys!