Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi


Friday

"Kill me now." You say as you look up at the huge overly colorful poster hanging next to your locker, the words in huge - yet a very extreme pink screaming out,

SWEETHEART WEEK. GATHER UP A SWEETIE AND MAKE NEXT WEEK SPECIAL.

MONDAY: Over The Moon Monday - Guys bring your lady a special gift she won't forget!

TUESDAY: Tracing Tuesday - Trace a portrait of your man ladies!

WEDNESDAY: Wet 'N Wild Wednesday - Guys and girls, get wet and wild in the front of the school during lunch with sprinklers and hoses!

THURSDAY: Thankful Thursday - Time to get mushy here ladies and gents! Write a letter to your sweetie, but don't show it to them until Friday!

FRIDAY: Formal Friday - At lunch will be "lover's lunch" and that is where you will sit with your sweetie and share your letters over food! (Takes up fourth period and lunch)

HOPE TO SEE YOU PARTICIPATING IN THESE!

"And why would I dare kill you, Adam Torres?" Imogen Moreno piped up next to you, startled you jump and let out a high pitched squeak from your throat, - Great you sound like a girl, something you try to avoid around other girls.

As you collect what cool you have left, you divulge into conversation with the ever so quirky and as some say - clinically insane, Imogen Moreno. The same Imogen Moreno, who had a obsessive crush on your brooding best friend, Eli Goldsworthy last year and had managed to scrape what hope he had with getting back with your other shy friend, Clare Edwards right off the stove. You had tried to run the other direction whenever you saw her, but she always seemed to be there, or if you were with Eli she was definitely there.

Although since then you have seen a improvement in Imogen, she wasn't clingy to the brooding writer and wasn't out to ruin the petite and shy journalist anymore, instead she focused her obsessions with objects, objects which changed every week. This week you notice is a kitty cat week for her as she is lugging around a thrashed, stuffed tabby cat in her arms.

"Look." You sigh as you nudge towards the poster which was by her right shoulder, she looks up curiously and begins to read the huge print, pushing her oversized glasses up her nose - unnecessary glasses you note, she had perfect 20/20 vision, but preferred to wear glasses for no reason whatsoever.

"Hmm. So its just sweetheart week. I was beginning to wonder when that would begin, I've noticed a change in Clare lately, she seems more eager and mushy around Eli, I suspected it was because Valentine's Day is rounding the corner and what a surprise! It is! Gee wiz did this date surely hit me in the face!" exclaimed Imogen as she looks back at you with a sweet grin on her stretched plain lips, you found yourself growing irritated as you knew she didn't understand why you are so down in the dumps about sweetheart week.

"You don't get it do you, Imogen?" You ask the quirky brunette, she breathed softly before moving her stuffed tabby to her right arm and she lightly touches your left arm with her hand causing your skin to flinch, but she doesn't budge - never does the slightest thing scare Imogen Moreno.

"Oh yes I do, Adam. You don't like sweetheart week because you have no sweetheart. Last year, the most fashionable gay in the school, Fiona Coyne was your date, but now that she is fully out of that posh closet, you have no one - oh! And because you're a wee bit jealous of the love bug going around here, examples such as your older brother Drew Torres and his ever so bossy girlfriend, Katie Matlin always seen sucking each others lips left and right in these halls or our friends Eli and Clare's subtle flirts and shows of love. You feel left out, Adam. Don't worry I am too." finished Imogen as she gave your arm a light squeeze, her sharp unpainted fingernails scratching deep into your white flesh and soon she let go, fully holding her stuffed tabby in her arms.

You don't say a word as Imogen continues to stare into your blue eyes, her big brown eyes boring into yours and you swear if it was possible she could possibly lose herself into her eyes since you losing yourself into hers is highly overrated in her opinion.

"Be my sweetheart." proclaims Imogen and this statement startles you. It wasn't a question, no not at all, she confidently proclaimed for you to be her sweetheart - all of next week.

You.

You as Imogen Moreno's - the cat crazed and history fanatic - Imogen Moreno's date.

Somehow you couldn't find your tongue under all her words she had spilled from her own lips, it weighed your tongue down and proved yourself to be a buffoon in front of her, she giggles and it sounds like chimes that your uptight mother hangs on her deck outside your kitchen door.

"Great! We're each other sweethearts! This will be so fun!" Imogen chirped, still at this moment you couldn't find your tongue, it was still heavy as she piled more and more words on your swollen tongue, holding it down. Surprisingly, she swooped in and placed a delicate kiss on your cheek, causing your cheeks to go ablaze at the mere touch of another's lips on your face, the last woman to have done that was shamingly your mother, but when Imogen removed her lips from your face she smiled once more before skipping past you, although she shouted out a few more words,

"You better have a gift for me on Monday, Adam Torres! Next week I'll become best friends with bamboo lovers!"


A/N: I'll be having this one shot turn into a six shot mini story. I'm typing the second chapter as we speak so please enjoy this. (:

NOTE: Chapters will be short, I'm not looking for something UBER long, I wanna keep it short and somewhat simple. So yes, please enjoy AND review!