Carly was insane for thinking I would wear this in public.

"Sam, just come on!" She banged on the dressing room door a few more times.

"No! Me in a dress equals bad things!" I said.

It was a blue noodle strap, for ya' information. It was infested with sparkly little sequences, and there was a fake blue flower attached to the top.

So not my type.

"Please? The sooner you let me see it, the sooner we can buy it and the sooner we can get out of here."

"Or..." I said, "I could put my real clothes on, we could get out of here and then I go to the party with good clothes."

"Suit yourself, Sam. Be that way."

"I will be that way." I looked away from the mirror and looked around the stall. "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!"

Carly snickered from behind the stall.

"Carly, give me my clothes right now before I- I-"

"Before you what? Just let me see the dress."

Figuring I had no other choice, I opened the stall.

"Wow, Sam, you look... interesting!" She gave me a look over.

"AKA, hideous? Horrifying? Gross?"

"Ah!" I heard from behind me. Freddie. "Get it out of my sight, you're even uglier than usual!"

I stared at him.

And stared.

"I'm not running this time." He said.

"Okay, then." I moved my arm up quickly, and he burst away.

"DON'T HIT ME!" He cried. I laughed.

Carly handed me back my clothes. "Get changed, before anyone else sees you."

"Yeah. I'm gonna' take that as a compliment." I changed back into regular clothes. "Okay, can we go back to your house so I can borrow a t-shirt or something? I'll just go to the party in normal clothes."

"Yeah, sure." Carly had already paid for her dress. It was a tight fitting, skin showing, black dress.

AT THE HOUSE

So, I got normal clothes. A pare of flare jeans and a pink and black striped long sleeve.

"Spencer?"

"Yeah?" We heard from inside the giant donut statue.

"Me and Sam are going to a party. We'll be back later!"

"Okay!"

AT THE PARTY

There was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Tons of streamers that showed our school colors. A table filled with food. Ton's of people dancing and going insane.

Me, Carly and Freddie were at the sidelines watching everyone else dance horribly to the Yellow Day song that blared through the speakers.

"I wanna' dance." Carly whined.

"I can with you!" Freddie offered.

"Uh, suddenly I don't want to dance any more."

That's our school dance, for ya'.

A/N: Okay, this probably sucks. I don't care. I got extremely bored, so I wrote this. Review if you want.