A.N. I own none of the characters from Ed, Edd n' Eddy, or the OC's Nathan Goldberg and James "Rave" Castellanos. They are owned by Danny Antonucci, c2ndy2cid and eyugho respectively. My OC's Logan and Adrianna Canterbury, Emily Sanders, and Vanko Barsky and any other characters not mentioned belong to me. I also own none of the content from the musical "The Drowsy Chaperone." Enjoy, review and cheers!

James walks into practice. He puts down his stuff and looks around for Vanko. He searches for five minutes, but cannot find him. James spots Emily and walks over to her. She notices him approaching her, and stiffens up.

"Did you want something, Rave?" she asks stiffly.

"Yeah, where's your boyfriend?" he asks.

"He's sick," she answers without thinking. She looks at James a little fearfully and lowers her voice. "Wait, how did you know we were dating?"

"I saw you two making out in a practice room one day." She looks slightly afraid. James lowers his voice. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't want me to." Emily sighs, relieved.

"Do you wanna dance with Nat today?" she asks Rave. As if on cue, Nat enters the auditorium. Not realizing his presence, James lets his emotional guard down and becomes softer. He looks at the ground and shuffles his feet nervously. Emily gasps a little. "Oh my god. You really like him."

Nat walks up to them. "Hey Emily." He looks at James and catches him in his more submissive state. "Hey...Rave." James glances up at Nat and looks into his eyes for a moment. They stare into each other's eyes for a moment. James catches himself staring and hardens his expression into a usual, sassy one.

"Hey Asshole," he says. Nat still looks at him, stunned. "What? Haven't you seen an attractive man recently?"

As others enter the room, they watch the exchange. Logan enters the room and approaches James.

"Hey Rave," he says in his Boston accent. James looks at him, giving him an adoring look. He starts twirling his hair with his finger.

"Hey Logan," he says in a dumb tone that makes him sound like he has an IQ of 20. Nat watches, his expression hardening. "So, do you wanna be my dance partner today?"

"I guess," he replies. "But why don't you-" James grabs his arm and takes him out into the hall. Nat watches them leave, slowly becoming more and more pissed.

"Fine, I'll just dance with Emily, like I always have to." Emily rubs his arm in an attempt to comfort him. He pulls it away. "Come on, let's just go practice."

…

After about half an hour of practicing, James and Logan try to find Nat and Emily. They catch them dancing. As soon as Nat spots them, he accidently steps on Emily's foot. She lets out a cry of pain, and he apologizes profusely. James starts to laugh at Nat's clumsiness. Nat turns off the music and looks at them.

"What do you two want?" he asks.

"Do you know the ending to the dance?" James asks.

Nat runs his hand through his hair. "Yeah."

"Can you show us?" Logan asks.

Nat sighs. "Yeah, I guess." He takes Emily's hand. He spins her four times, picks her up princess style, and fakes throwing her. "So four spins, pick up, throw onto bed, and then a straddle."

"That's it?" James asks, hiding any emotion that might come from knowing that Nat will be doing that to him. "Alright, let's do it, Logan." They take each other's hand. Logan spins him four times, and picks him up with ease. Instead of tossing him, he walks over to the wall, pressing him against the wall, and sliding one leg in between James'. They stare into each other's eyes for a moment, and James seems to melt into the wall.

"Like that?" Logan asks Nat in a husky tone, not taking his eyes off of James. Nat doesn't answer him. He stares at them, silently fuming at their exchange. James looks at Logan in such an innocent way. Emily looks over at Nat, watching his expression contort and his hands ball into fists. She goes to touch his shoulder in a comforting way, and he storms off just before she touches him. Logan finally takes his focus off of James, and watches Nat leave. "Where's he going?"

"I'll go get him," Emily says. She quickly follows after Nat. He heads into the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He runs his hands through his hair in a frustrated way. Emily approaches the bathroom and talks into it. "Nat, are you okay?" He paused.

"Sure," he lied.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asks. He sighs and walks out of the bathroom.

"What difference is it gonna make?" he asks. "James likes Logan, not me, and it's always gonna be that way." He tries to walk away from her. She gasps loudly, grabs his arm and pulls him into the girl's bathroom.

"Ohmigod!" she whispers. "You like him!"

"What?" he asks. "Pfft, no. Me? Why? I..uh…" She watches him stumble over his words and try to deny it. He eventually sighs. "Yeah, I do."

"Awe, Nat! That's so sweet!" She smiles at him.

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah."

"Are you gonna tell him?" she asks.

"Hmm...let me think. Nope." He tries to leave. She grabs his arm.

"I'm not letting you escape that easily." He sighs and faces her again. "You need to tell him. Maybe he secretly likes you too." Nat tries to stifle a laugh.

"Yeah, fat chance," he says. It's more likely that someone will bring back dinosaurs from extinction than Rave telling me that he likes me."

"C'mon Nat," she pleads. "At least try."

"Nope," he replies. "You can't get me to do shit." He crosses his arms over his chest. A freshman girl enters the bathroom. She stares at Nat, wide eyed. He stiffens up, and talks through gritted teeth. "Emily, am I in the girl's bathroom?"

"Yeah," she replies. "I wasn't gonna pull you into the boy's bathroom. I didn't wanna inhale the fumes." The girl continues to stare at him, and goes to open her mouth.

"I'm so sorry," Nat says. He covers his eyes. "I mean no harm. I'll be going now." He exits the bathroom, walking into the doorframe in the process. The girl giggles some.

"He's cute," she says. "And awkward. But mostly cute." She giggles again and heads into a stall. Emily leaves the bathroom and catches up to Nat. He half glares at her.

"The girls' bathroom?" he asks. "Really?"

"Sorry," she replies. "It was the first place I thought of." He sighs and looks straight ahead. There dancing in the middle of the hall is James and Logan. They move their bodies like clockwork to the routine. They dance through the ending, finishing the song pressed to the wall. Logan comes out of the final pose and looks at James.

"I think you're ready to perform with your actual partner," he says. "Which you should have been doing all along." James sighs.

"I know. He's just...not the best dancer." Logan cocks an eyebrow at him.

"Is that it?" he asks. James nods his head. "Alright, if you say so."

Suddenly, Nat turns to Emily, his eyes lit. "That's it."

She looks at him, confused. "What's it?"

"Rave's attracted to great dancers," Nat says. "If I can become a really good dancer, maybe he'll fall for me."

"Um...I don't know if he necessarily is only attracted to good danc-" Nat cuts her off.

"I am gonna sweep him off his feet, and I won't have it any other way." He puts his hand out to Emily. "C'mon, let's go practice more." She smiles and takes his hand. They rush off somewhere else to practice.