It was a normal hectic Friday, and Mr. Hackett was acting weird as always in class. It was the last period of the day and Phil was almost jumping up and down in his seat watching the clock, Mr. Hackett's babbling always meant nothing. Tick-tock, it went, still 15 more minutes left, and it was like time was always slowing down. It was always like that in boring classes, time slows down just to make fun of you.

"Okay class, now that you understand everything that I just said, some of you will need to pick partners for this boring pitiful project I am going to assign to you."

Everyone piped up, boring pitiful project? Aw man, bad luck always happens on Friday the 13th, or on April 20th same thing. "And since there are more boys in this class, I am going to let the boys come up here." Keely nudged Phil who was almost asleep, Phil woke up and went up infront of the class with the other boys. "Now what I want you to do is pick a piece of paper out from the stupid looking top hat my Aunt gave me, and read aloud your assignment."

The first boy picked a piece of paper and was a little confused with the words on the paper, "Your wife is pregnant, what the?"

"So Brandon, that means that you will need to choose a wife and plan out what you're going to do to prepare for the baby, you have 100,000 dollars to get started," Mr. Hackett said, very proud of himself, "And here's a ticket that you have to give your pregnant wife."

"Really, I get 100,000 bucks?" Brandon was about to cheer when…

"No Brandon, you're getting fake money, pretend you have that amount of money and for example, find out the price of your furniture your going to buy, and write it down, and keep track of your money!"

The next boy stuck his hand in the top hat and pulled out a piece of paper, "Your grandma died, plan funeral."

"Yes Patrick, you have 100,000 dollars to spend on your funeral, so all you need to do is plan a funeral."

Then Phil came up and stuck his hand in the tall top hat, Phil pulled out a piece of paper and read, "You're getting married, plan your wedding." All the girls started whooping.

"So Phil, all you need to do is choose Keel—umm, your fiancé and plan out your wedding with your lucky girl, and you have 100,000 dollars to do this." Mr. Hackett gave Phil a yellow ticket, "You have to give this to your partner to say that your together, don't lose this."

When everyone was given a task, Mr. Hackett announced something that nobody would expect he would announce before, "Class, I don't know why I am doing this, but I am. The people with yellow tickets! Your homework is to find a partner for your task, and the ones with no tickets," Mr. Hackett let out a sigh. "You guys have no homework." Then the bell rang at the moment he finished his sentence, and everyone cheered and ran out to the hallway.

Phil stopped by Keely's locker and waited for her to come out, Keely came barging out from the doors, it was like a stampede in the hallways, after all, T.G.I.F. When Keely was about to blabber on and on about her day, he stopped her just in time.

Keely got confused, "What Phil?"

"Keely Teslow, I have a dare for you. I dare you to…" Phil pulled out a yellow ticket, "…Marry me."

Keely's eyes sparkled at the ticket and smiled, and snatched it from his hand, "Dare accepted."

A/N: Sorry if this is short, I'll make my other chapters longer.