Disclaimer: How I wish the boys were mine. But no, they belong to someone else.

Thanks to my unknown beta for helping me with this.

It's the last year of school for me, I can't believe that time has gone by so quickly. I have to find someone to come with me to the prom. There's this girl I would like to ask but, I don't know how and I don't even know if she knows or likes me. I've been dreaming about her for months.

I walk to my locker and I put my books away. I take out my Jim bag, since I have gym in half an hour, so I might as well take my bag with me. I can't stop thinking about her; I need to ask around to see if she already has someone to go with her.

She rocks in Keds and tube socks. It's cool to be in Jim with her. It seems as if she's always looking my way.

I bet she doesn't even know who I am and she doesn't give a damn about me. If only I had the guts to ask her out.

After school I went to my room after greeting everyone and jump when I see Scott sitting at my desk. It looks like he has been waiting for me. Does he know about this girl?

It's the next day and I walk onto the school grounds. I see her with another guy. I should have known that she has a boyfriend.

Her boyfriend's a dick; he brings a gun to school. He'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth. What if he shoots me when he finds out that I like his girl? He lives on my blockand drives an Iroc. I can't help wondering how she got mixed up with him.

I sigh greatly as I take my seat. Boy! Am I glad he doesn't know me or my brothers, I don't want to get shot by him. I shake to think of it. What would my father say ... and my brothers ... how would they react? I can almost picture it.

She is watching me as I walk down the hall. I wish she were my girl. I would do a lot more for her than that ass. What does she see in him, anyway?

I told my brothers that I'd get my date for the prom at school, I can't face it if they knew that I don't have the guts to ask her. Man I feel like crap.

It's prom night and I am alone. I feel terrible, as I watch the couples coming in. Then, I see her! She is just standing there, looking lost. Did she dump that nut, or is he still coming for her? No, she's walking over to me.

I must be dreaming, I mean, she doesn't even know me, and if she does: I don't think she cares. So why is she walking over to me? She looks like a princess in her pink dress with that silky blonde hair taken up just a little so that her face looks more open. How can she want to associate with me?

She is holding out her hand to me. There are two tickets in it. I wonder about them when she speaks, "I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby. Please come with me Friday, don't say maybe."

What a voice, I never knew that such a perfect voice could exist. She sounds like an angel. I bet her laughter sounds like tinkling glass. I try to answer, but my voice has left me in the lurch. I still feel amazed that she is looking at me, and, what's more, she is actually speaking to me! She must've read the amazement on my face, because she speaks again before I can say a word, "I'm an outcast around here too, because I play the piano."

I can't believe It. all this time she has been just like me and I didn't even know ... I didn't even suspect ... I take her hand without thinking and lead her onto the dance-floor. I almost forget to spare a thought for that other guy. It looks like she has dumped him for good. Thank heavens for that, or else I would be a dead man right now.