Match Making. It's my first Fan fiction, please review!
It's Spring Dance. The day everybody's been waiting for Spring Dance, but Dustin can't find a date and because Dana and Nicole want to get Michael a date Dana forgets to get herself one and Chase can't build up the courage to ask Zoey to the dance.
Chapter One: I'll help you
Dana stirred her lettuce that was on her plate.
Michael munched on his potato chips.
"Why do you love potato chips so much?" Dana asked.
"At a time like this it relaxes me," Michael said.
"At a time like this?" Dana repeated.
"I've never been to a dance before," Michael said, "with girls."
Dana almost jumped up. What guy hadn't been to a dance before, Dana thought. Oh yeah, a boy who used to go a formally all boys school.
An idea came to Dana's mind. "Okay, I'll help you get a date. Come on."
- - - - -
Zoey and Chase were sitting down at a table. Dana and Michael walked past them.
"What'd you think they're up to?" Zoey asked.
"Beats me," Chase replied. "They're barely together."
"So who are you going with to the dance?"
"Again, beats me," Chase said. "What about you?"
"Beats me," she laughed.
Dustin's Zoey's little brother ran up to them.
"What's up Dustin," Chase asked.
"Hey," Zoey said.
Dustin joined them at their table. "Spring Dance," Dustin informed.
"That's good," Zoey said. "Isn't it?"
"Yeah," Dustin lied. He was scared to death.
- - - - -
"Okay, what about that girl over there?" Dana asked.
"Too blond," Michael said.
"What about that one over there?" Dana pointed to a red haired girl playing Frisbee with her friend.
"Too red," Michael said.
Dana groaned. "I did not decide to waste my time to help you look for a date to criticize them on their hair color."
"Hey guys!" Nicole, Dana and Zoey's roommate screamed.
No offence but I thought it was blonds that they called bimbos, Dana thought. Maybe she dyed her hair brown from blond.
"Hi, Nicole," Dana said.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm trying to get Michael a date to the dance," Dana said. She got up and went to the lounge.
Sitting there was Logan. She bought a soda and sat down beside him.
"This is so tiring," Dana said.
"What is?" Logan asked.
"Nothing," Dana replied and walked off.