-1I didn't like the last chapter very much (I also can't remember even uploading it, but apparently I did), so I was rather surprised to open my email and have lots of emails!

Thank you very much to everyone who reviewed, it spurred me on! By the way TaylorxxTwihard, awesome name!

This one's really short, but I didn't really want to write anymore just to make it longer when it starts and ends where I want it to. But also, I'm going away on vacation in a few days so probably no updates until almost the end of this month!


Romance is a Slowdance

"Why is it that you're in three of my classes?" I demand with a glare as he sits next to me in Biology, a class I'm being forced to take to actually graduate at the end of this year; I'm short on science credits.

He shrugs. "What can I say? I guess I'm just that lucky."

"Lucky," I spit back in disgust. "Well you don't have to sit next to me, do you?"

"I don't have to, no, but I do it because it annoys you."

"It does not annoy me," I mutter, turning to face the front and opening my notebook to a fresh page. "You annoy me."

"Anyway, if I sit here, we might, we just might get to be lab partners," he says, putting on a mock-hopeful voice, and then laughing at my face.

I shoot him a look of hatred. "You'll regret it if we are," I warn him.

"Oh come on, you're the only person I really know here at the moment! The least you could do to welcome me graciously is to let me sit with you…"

I can hear his mocking tone, and it really annoys me. I can't stand people making fun of me. I turn away from him as much as I can.


"Want some help?" Andy asks, swiftly catching the folder as I drop.

"Thanks," I say through gritted teeth. Why did it have to be him helping me?

He begins flicking through the file as we walk to my car.

"Hey, that's private," I snap, although I can't exactly take it away from him because my hands are full.

"Do you do photography?" He asks, looking at the photos. I don't know why I don't want him looking at my photos, but I always get defensive when people look at them, even my sisters. I feel like they're reading my diary or something.

"Yeah, do you mind?" I snap, as he scrutinizes a black and white photo I took of Phoebe that she doesn't know about (because she refuses to let me photograph her normally), in which she's sitting on the swing in the garden, a remnant of our youth, wearing a dress, staring up at the sky and looking very melancholy and innocent for Phoebe.

"This is good," he says, sounding surprised and a little impressed.

"Thanks, but stop looking at them, please!"

He looks up. "Seeing as you asked so nicely," he says, shutting the folder just as we reach my car. I drop the rest of my stuff onto the ground and snatch the folder from him before I've even unlocked my car.

He looks taken aback as I pull my keys from my pocket and unlock the car to put the folder on the backseat before I deal with the rest of the stuff, including my camera.

"Hey, so I guess you're going to be at homecoming," Andy says, watching me throw my bag in unceremoniously, "what with you being a cheerleader and everything. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me. I know you've probably already got a date and-"

"Homecoming?" I cut him off. I hope Tom wasn't planning on going with me like prom last year, or boy will he be pissed. But prom was a last minute thing, so I suppose it's okay.

"Yeah, you know, that big football match, the dance, voting for a king and queen…"

"I know what homecoming is," I say, annoyed. "I just want to know why you're asking me."

"Well I didn't really think you'd agree," he starts with a mocking smile. "Too controversial for your group and everything…you wouldn't want to upset any of them."

"They've got nothing to do with who I go with!" I say irately. "I'll go with who I like!"

He shrugs, and says, "Sure you will," as if he doesn't believe me.

"Fine, I'll go with you," I say, to prove I don't care what the rest of them say, although part of me can see his trap which I've just stepped into rather willingly.


Romance is a Slowdance is by Atticus, I think, can't really remember. This song actually fits too, not just with the title, like the others.