A/N: Welcome to the official first chapter of the collaboration between Teenage . Dream 92 (stupid won't allow me write your penname properly...) and myself! So here's how it'll work: each chapter is written by us, alternating it. So you'll see the difference in writing styles! I hope that doesn't bother you guys ^^; I be writing odd chapters and she writes even chapters! So I hope you'll guys enjoy! Don't forget to read and review ;)

Disclaimer: We don't own anything

Summary: Two people. Two points of view. One destination: 12TH GRADE PROM! Surely it'll be a fairytale right? WRONG!

Chapter 1: The Question

"Hmmm, is this thing on?"

Hilary tapped her webcam suspiciously when a sudden image of herself appeared on the screen. Almost having a heart attack, she fell back into her chair relieved. Well, at least it was her face and not some face from that Jigsaw guy from SAW. Anyway, with that aside, she adjusted her hair and her top; she was in for one big meeting with…

"HEY YOU!" Julia's voice exploded from the speakers.

Hilary thought she was going to be deaf. Damn you Skype. Shaking her head, she adjusted the volume on her desktop computer to tolerable levels. Right after, people began showing up one by one. People as in the awesome, undefeatable girl gang. She breathed, ready for interrogation. This so wasn't going to go well, she concluded.

Four other windows popped up around the main window; from the top left and lower left you had Julia and Emily. To the top right and lower right you had Mariah and Matilda.

"So…" Hilary said. "What's up?"

"Let's not waste time with idle chatter," said the Spaniard. Her green eyes were fixed to Hilary's brown ones. "We all came online so we can ask you the question."

Oh dear lord.

"You better be ready for it," Emily grinned crunching on potato chip.

"Who's your date to the prom?" Mariah asked brightly.

Hilary Tachibana was now in grade twelve. The prom was something she never looked forward to. Since entering high school, she went out with complete losers in the end. Long story short: she was just too intimidating to the guys… except one knuckle-head sandwich you call Tyson Granger. Flicking her long hair over her shoulder, she thought of an appropriate answer.

"Nobody,"

A simultaneous "What?" shot out of the speakers forcing Hilary to plug her ears. The girls were confused, perplexed even why Hilary didn't have a prom date! Rubbing her temples, Hilary had to dig deep for another appropriate answer.

"Girls," she began tiredly. "Since ninth grade I went the prom with complete losers only to find out they were scared of me. I mean really… am I that scary?"

Vicious. Mariah thought nervously.

Too outspoken. Emily nodded.

Terrifying… Matilda smiled sheepishly.

"Oh hush! You gotta be aggressive to get anywhere in the world!" Julia said leaning back into her chair. "If you were a softie, nothing will get done, ya hear me?"

The conversation wasn't going well as planned; the girls came online to help Hilary for the prom but without a suitable prom date, they could do nothing! The girls were in different parts of the world! Hilary appreciated the help but in times like this, she rather do her physics homework which was due tomorrow. Bleh.

"What about Tyson?" Mariah asked. Yes, she asked the question about the guy.

There was an unusual silence.

"Oh come on, he hasn't asked you yet has he?"

"That ton of bricks asking out our Hilary?" Emily said, putting down the bag of chips. "Heck, he doesn't know anything unless it's literally on a silver platter covered in barbeque sauce!"

"I agree with Em," Julia nodded. "I mean he's the densest thing on Earth!"

"But he's nice…" Matilda added.

"Oh come on!" Mariah threw her hands in the air. "He's nice! Sure at times he's a complete jerk—"

"Correction: Make that most of the time," Hilary interrupted, wagging her finger in front of the webcam.

"Anyway, he's the closest one to you so it's by default he'll ask you! You guys have been friends since middle school right? Don't tell me you don't have feelings for the guy!"

Wow, what was this? Dr. Phil in the land of Nippon giving out free relationship suggestions? Yeah, no. Hilary felt a migraine erupting at the back of her head. Just to hear the moron's name made her blood boil. Ugh, she imagined the havoc he'll cause already! Such visions include the following: torn up suit or torn up prom gown, instead of flowers she'll get a cactus or a Venus flytrap, a proper vehicle? Please. He'll probably be too cheap to rent it out or better yet, he'll carry her… Okay maybe not. Long story short: It wasn't going to happen! See, if you knew Tyson Granger, he messed up everything (other than blading)! It was inevitable that that day, somebody was going to be slaughtered. Surely that person would not be Hilary Tachibana.

"Hell no!" Hilary screamed.

Mariah smiled, "Well it was worth a try."

Just as Hilary was about to speak, three knocks echoed from her door. Her mother entered.

"What was that all about?"

"Nothing,"

"Anyway, aren't you supposed to get going now? The Prom Committee can't set up anything without your help now, Hilary being the President and all."

Busted.

"Well, be down there in fifteen minutes, I'll drive you there."

With the door once again closed, Hilary felt all eyes were on her.

"So that's why you don't have a date!" Matilda stood up from her seat pointing to Hilary, almost accusingly. "You're busying yourself with work!"

Hilary put her hands up, almost in a surrendering fashion, "Alright, you got me. Anyway I got to go now but I'll talk to you girls later alright?"

Strings of huffs and hmphs followed but the girls nodded, saying goodbye to each other as each logged off. With the computer now turned off, Hilary leaned back into her chair with an arm over her eyes.

Wow… that was unproductive.

Pushing herself off the chair, she marched over to her bed picking up her bag. Walking pass a mirror, she examined herself. Doing a little spin, she realized how much she changed over the years. Her hair was longer, hanging down the center of her back. She was happy she grew a whole full inch! There were other improvements as well but she'll skip the details; right now she needed to get ready for the meeting with other members of the Prom Committee. With one last look, she left her room shutting the door behind her.