A/N: Puckerman twins again. Prom, this time.

Mark's POV

The lights are too bright… The music is too loud… I'm not having fun anymore.

I know we were both staring at her. I know she knew that she had to choose. It'd all been building up to this; all the fights, kisses, hugs, laughs… It was all leading up to this moment… This moment when she has to choose…

I gulp and stick my hands in my pockets. I'm sweating like a pig and I can't tell if it's because I'm nervous or because the lights are so freaking bright in the gym.

I shouldn't be nervous. She'll choose me. She loves me. She never even dated Mark. She's mine. She won't choose him. She would never choose him…

But that doesn't stop the shaking, or my heart beating. My thoughts can't calm my down because honestly, with the way she glanced from him to me, I fear she'll choose him. I fear… I fear that she loves him and not me. But how could she? Would she do that to me?

Would Rachel hurt me like that?

The question floats around in my mind, bashing into my brain and skull, threatening to make me go crazy. I take a deep breath and shuffle my feet.

Pull it together, Noah. You don't need to worry. It's you. You know it, she knows it, Mark knows it. She'll pick you.

I don't even know what we're waiting for anymore. She's been staring at us both for the past 5 minutes. People don't seem to notice we're silent and frozen. I want her to make up her mind. I want to go on with my life. I want to stop feeling this way. This is freaking prom. I should be having fun.

But instead I'm stuck waiting for the girl I love to choose between my brother and I. How screwed up is that?

"I…" she mutters. I barely hear her over the music. Her mouth hangs open and she just stares at us. "Uh…"

She can't speak. Her eyes fill with tears and she turns around and runs off, pushing people out of the way as she leaves the gym. I watch her leave, than turn to Mark.

"Go after her." He says.

"What?"

"Go after her." He repeats, shaking his head. "She wants you. I know she does. You've won, again."

I shake my head. "Mark…."

"Go." He gulps, and he looks like he's on the brink of tears too. It's been so long since I've seen him like this.

I know there's nothing more I can do. I have to go. I take one more look at my twin, then turn and leave.

I find Rachel in the hall, sitting on the floor leaning against the lockers. She looks up when she hears me coming. Her eyes are red and her face covered in tears. I gulp and walk over to her, sitting down quietly next to her. I give her some room at first, but within seconds she's leaning against me. I scoot in closer and lean my head against hers.

It feels right. Like how things used to be.

"I'm so sorry." She mutters. "For everything. I never meant to hurt you."

"I know."

"Tell Mark I'm sorry, too, okay?"

"Okay."

Silence hits us and I listen to the bass of the music in the gym down the hall.

"Anything else?" I ask quietly.

"I'm sorry."

I chuckle. "You already said that, silly."

"I know. I'm just really freaking sorry."

I sigh. "It's alright. I'm okay." I pause. "And Mark will be."

I hear her sniffles and she lifts her head. I raise mine and turn to look at her.

"Do I look terrible?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Your beautiful."