A/N: Hello all! Here's chapter three, which was actually written months ago, I just only got around typing it up about a week ago. Or something like that. And sorry Luna about the problems with the tenses! I hadn't realized… Oops.

ANYWAYS!

This chapter I dedicate to Lauren Low who actually stole my book that I originally wrote this chapter in and added her own little bit to it 'cause, and this is her words, "Sorry, but I had to…." Don't mind though, it was where I was going anyways *insert smiley face here*

ANYWAYS!

On with the story! Enjoy!

Almost a year had passed since the corridor incident. Krayonder passed mechanics with flying colours, thanks to Specs' help, although she won't admit how much help she really had been. She insisted it was all him, but Krayonder didn't believe her. As the days went, the pair found themselves getting closer and closer to graduation.

Although neither of them would admit it, they didn't want it to end. Every day that passed brought closer the day where they would be assigned to a starship and probably never see each other again.

And who knew what would happen then.

Two weeks before their impending departure, they found a new notice on the Academy notice board. It read,

To all graduating Cadets,

The G.L.E.E. annual Academy end-of-year dance is being held on the 26th of August, in the Academy Gymnasium. This dance is for senior Cadets only, and it is requested that you wear formal black tie attire.

For more information, please consult your Commanding Officer.

Thank you.

As Specs read the notice, a grim look appeared on her face. Krayonder, on the other hand, had a massive grin on his face.

"Dude – prom! Finally! I've never been to prom before! Man! This is going to be awesome!" Then he saw the look on Specs face,

"Dude – what's up? You look like Christmas has been cancelled! And believe me -" He said at her raised eyebrow, "That would be bad."

Specs sighed,

"Krayonder – it's prom. And for a nerd, going to prom is like the biggest embarrassment, 'cause no one asks a nerd, and then we get laughed at 'cause we come alone! And then -"

"Shhh," Krayonder shushed her,

"You think people are going to want to go with me?" He asked, "Me – the dumb, stupid, impulsive guy who used to be popular but got kicked out for hanging around with a nerd and -"

"You say that like being a nerd's a bad thing." She said, backing away from him, the hurt evident in her voice.

Krayonder's face paled at her words and he quickly said,

"No – no, Specs that not what I meant! It's just -"

"What?" Her voice dangerously quiet, "That I'm too 'uncool' for someone like you? Well don't blame for bringing you down – you didn't have be friends with me. Don't let me stop you."

And with that she turned and ran away, with tears prickling in her eyes.

"Wait – no! That's not what I meant! Specs!" Krayonder yelled after her desperately. He watched her turn a corner and run out of sight.

Slamming his fist against the wall, he swore loudly. What had he done? Turning around and pressing his back against the wall, he sighed. He knew Specs would never forgive him this time.

Specs kept running, down the metal lined corridors and out of the academy, down the hall with the doors leading off to dorm rooms.

Stopping at her door, she punched in the combination before walking into room and locking the door behind her. Sliding down the cool metal door, Specs let the tears she had been holding back slide down her cheeks.

She knew she was overreacting, that he didn't really mean it – but his words still hurt. And not just because he said it, but because Specs knew it was true.

Krayonder had been popular before he met her. He'd gone out with blonde bimbos with big boobs, who cared nothing about their grades; girls whose life revolved around their looks and the latest fashions.

People hardly talked to Krayonder anymore – because he spent most of his time with her. With a nerd.

She should have been flattered. He was spending all his time with her instead of his friends. But she wasn't.

A normal person would go and apologize. A normal person wouldn't be sitting crying in their dorm room.

But Specs was too dead-goddamn stubborn to even try.

So instead she sat in her room, or in the library, and avoided any place Krayonder would do. If he wanted to find her, to talk to her, he would. He was just as persistent.

It had been a week since their argument – one week til prom – and both Specs and Krayonder were miserable.

Well – Specs was also miserable because the other girls in her class had dragged her out to the ship's mall to find dresses for a prom she didn't want to go to.

Not on her own anyway.

Walking back into her dorm room, she hung the dress up and then closed the wardrobe door. Turning around to her bed, she saw the small white card lying and pillow. Picking it up, she sat down on the bed and opened the pristine white envelope. Inside was a card that read in massive curly writing "I'm Sorry!" Opening the card, the message read,

I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm desperate. I'm miserable without you, and I know you're just as miserable as me because you let those girls take you shopping for a dress you don't want to wear.

Anyways – because you won't let me talk to you – I thought you might read this instead.

Come to prom. Even if you decide to not talk to me – I just want to see you one more time before we get shipped off to opposite ends of the galaxy.

I realise I'm begging now – but I don't want to leave knowing you still hate me – I'm sure you can understand that!

Please, Julia.

Love,

Daniel Krayonder – your forever sorry best friend.

Specs threw the card down beside her, and then flopped onto her back, on the bed. Tears prickled in her eyes again as she thought over the contents of the letter. She knew he was sorry, and she was sorry too – but she didn't know if she was ready to see him again.

Fate watched the fragile, curly-haired girl, as she fell apart over the letter, and knew it was time to intervene, and that with a touch of belief and a breath of wind, this girl's mind would be made up.

Sitting up, Specs wiped away her tears and sniffed. As she looked around the room, an invisible breath of wind seemed to fly through the room and blew open the wardrobe door to reveal the $300 dress she had just bought. Specs sat up a bit straighter. Her decision was made.

She was going to prom.

So! Whatcha think? I'll start typing up chapter four over the next week and try to get it out as soon as possible, if not, be satisfied with this please! I have two other one-shots I could also type up and release, but to do that they wouldn't be edited or anything, cause that's why they take so long. My beta doesn't have much time on her hands to do them, but she really is amazing which is why I haven't gotten someone else too.

Anyways, reviews are much appreciated!