OMG! Chapter 4! Wow! This chapter is a continuation of the song 'His Girl Friday' from last chapter, and also has 'Rumored Nights' in it. I used the part in 'Rumored Nights' where it goes ('I never thought the whispers were true 'til now…') as inspiration.

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They laughed.

They talked.

They were happy.

They were together.

Dawn smiled as she and Damion went to the park. They had so much fun together – the time of their lives. And they had no worries. All that mattered was each other.

It was Thursday. Everything was fine. Tomorrow was Friday. Ah, yes. Friday. The day when Dawn belonged to Lucas. She was excited at that moment, she just couldn't show it. She had to keep it secret – shove it into the back of her mind, where it would grow and grow, until the next morning, when it would unleash itself, consuming her conscience.

By tomorrow morning, Damion would mean nothing. He would be her best friend, not anything more.

But, then again, by Monday morning, Lucas would mean nothing to her.

It was a cycle. Someday, it would have to end.

For the first two weeks, it came easily to Dawn. The lying, that is. It was such a simple task for her to accomplish. She didn't mind lying. Now, thought, it was becoming more of a task. Why?

Because she was beginning to love Lucas.

She looked forward to Fridays. She looked forward to seeing him in school. I mean, she liked hanging out with Damion, but he was someone who couldn't mature.

Then again, she did love Damion. It was just…harder to fall in love with him.

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"Ah, young love." Flint reached his arms around Volkner and Cynthia as they all looked at May and Brendan, who were walking together.

"It's so cute." Cynthia swooned.

"What would you know about young love?" Volkner snapped out of the fire-type master's grip and turned to him, smirking ever so slightly.

"I know everything about young love!" He retorted.

"Ok, you dating Karen back in the second grade doesn't count!" The bickering had started, and soon it would escalate to such a point that Cynthia would have to step in and distract them.

"Guys! Stop fighting!"

There was just one problem: Cynthia didn't know just how to distract them.

"Guys!" She moaned.

"And there was that one time you dove into the pool and scared away all the kids. And you made me pay for the lawsuit that followed…" Volkner rambled on.

"How was I supposed to know that water puts out fire?" Flint continued.

The blonde was on the verge of giving up. The last thing she wanted was to spend the next ten minutes attempting to get the two to listen to her – with no avail, of course. So, just as she was about to leave, none other than The Diamond Dust Girl herself popped up.

"Oh my Arceus, Cynthia! Did you hear?"

"The only thing I can hear is them bickering." The taller one huffed, passing a death glare in the direction of the guys, "It never ends!" She threw her hands up in the air, a scowl crossing her face.

"So you haven't heard? Well – sit down then! Or not, you might just stand up upon hearing the news!"

"Cut to the chase, Candice!" Cynthia always had a bit of a short fuse, and no one could test it more than those bumbling idiots.

"Fine! Ruin the drama! Anyway, have you heard how Lucas and Dawn are going out?"

"Well, duh, you have to live under a rock to not know that." Flint cut into the heated conversation.

"I guess you shouldn't know then." Volkner followed Flint's suit, and could not help but take a very cheap shot.

"Guys! Could you not fight for thirty seconds so I can hear the gossip?!" After hearing Cynthia's sudden outburst, the two boys finally shut up, "Thank you. Continue on, Candice."

"Uh…yea!" It took a slightly shocked Candice a few seconds to recover her train of thought, "Ok, so as I said, Lucas and Dawn are dating. But, Dawn's best friend, Damion…"

"The really hyper blonde kid?" Cynthia shot a warning glare at Volkner, telling him not to come up with a response to Flint's comment.

"Yea, him. So, Dawn and Damion are…"

A truck flew past the school and honked its horn very loudly.

"WHAT?!" The trio stared at the black-haired beauty in disbelief.

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Lucas walked through the crowds, oblivious to the whispers that flew around him quietly. He was always oblivious to them – maybe it was because he was too happy to listen to them, or maybe, just maybe, it was because he didn't want to believe what they were saying. The latter was possible.

So possible that it was virtually happening.

Lucas, though, was in such a state of euphoria at that very moment that he didn't want to think about anything but the blue-eyed girl that was his girlfriend. As he packed up his backpack, he couldn't help but think about how perfect tonight was going to be. He'll pick her up, take her to the restaurant, and enjoy the best meal ever. Everything was set up; everything was planned. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

"What up, home skillet?" Finally slowing down after a mad dash to try and get out of school, Damion smiled after he found his best friend.

"Nothing much."

"Seeing Miss Dawn tonight?" He playfully jabbed the shorter one in the ribs, hiding the fact that he knew the answer – yes. Lucas had already told him along with Dawn, who had explained all the brutally painful details to him last night. She said that he would, "Come pick me up at seven o'clock. The streetlights would illuminate his figure, making him look all tall, dark and handsome. We would get into his old Honda, and then we would go to the restaurant, and eat a candlelight dinner under the stars. He would take me home, and as the stars twinkled, he would hand me a bracelet, and slip it over my dainty fingers. And then, we would kiss under the full moon! Isn't that amazing?!"

Damion didn't think it was amazing. All in all, he didn't know girls liked that mushy stuff. It didn't turn him on, at least. It bored him. But, if Dawn liked it, then he guessed that could try. Because, deep inside, he knew that Dawn was falling in love with Lucas. Every time his name was uttered, a slight twinkle entered her eyes. Slowly, deep down – and I mean really, really, deep down - it was killing him.

"Yes, how did you know?" Lucas asked, despite that it was a question ridden with sarcasm.

"You only explained how perfect the night would be, like, a thousand times. And Dawn is fantasizing about how perfect it will be all the time, too. Is love making you not have a memory any more? Seriously, I need a break from you two lovebirds."

"Hang out with Brendan then."

"What? Are you kidding me?! He won't shut up about how perfect May is. And all Volkner and Flint do is fight these days, and they drag Cynthia along for the ride. "

"Well, I guess you're stuck in one of those horrible situations." Lucas raised his eyebrows.

"I know. I guess you're the lesser of two evils."

"Thanks…I think. You know, a little sensitivity doesn't kill anybody."

"A little sensitivity?! I'm surrounded by sensitivity! Soon, I'll be staying up crying while watching Lifetime original movies! Do you want that to happen?!" After a few big gestures to help get his point across, he repeated his last question, "Do you want that to happen?!"

"Maybe. All I know is hell would freeze over before it would happen. C'mon, Damion, if you were a little more romantic, I'm sure you would have a girlfriend by now."

"Oh, whatever. Don't you have a date to plan?" Damion folded his arms across his chest and quickly changed the subject.

"Shit! Yes, thanks Damion! Love you, bro!" Lucas, in a mad dash, pecked Damion on the cheek before rushing off.

"I hope you were just practicing for Dawn!" Laughing, Damion called that down the hall.

"Exactly!" Echoing down the empty hall, that word repeated itself in Damion's head.

Exactly.

Damn, Lucas loved her back.

And now, Damion had one question in his mind:

Is it right to break up such a perfect relationship?

Wait, why did he care? He could show Dawn he was just as good as Lucas.

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"May!" Brendan waved at his girlfriend. Breaking into a quick jog, he caught up with the brunette, who had been walking in the courtyard over to the lunchroom.

"What's up?" They quickly kissed, before pulling away, taking each other's hands in their own, and continuing to walk.

"Nothing. The concert's next Friday though. Is Dawn coming?"

"Shit. I forgot to tell her! I bet she is though. I'll drop the tickets by her room as soon as I can. I'm so sorry, Brendan!"

"S'okay. A week is plenty time – right?"

"Yea! You're the awesome-est boyfriend ever!" May kissed him again, causing a round of 'ooh's and 'aah's from anybody who was observing the whole scene.

However, the only reason May had been putting off telling Dawn about the concert was that she knew the following events would put her through certain hell. First, Dawn would scream. Then, she would cry. After that, she would have to decide just who to go with, a process that would drive them both to the edges of sanity. And you know what? May enjoyed being sane. It was fun for her. Right now, everything was going right. The absolute last thing she needed was Dawn yelling at her for no reason, then apologizing, and then asking for her opinion on something she had no opinion about.

Fun.

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"Lucas, you didn't have to! I feel like I should be wearing a ball gown or something – this place is just so fancy!" Dawn giggled, looking into the deep eyes of one of her boyfriends.

"It was nothing. Besides, you look beautiful, Dawn. I mean it." He stared straight on back, causing her to blush.

"Thanks…" She mumbled, "Should we, uh, sit down, or something?"

"Yea, we should." He finally averted his gaze from hers, and walked up to the hostess, "Table for two? It should be under, uh, Lucas?" He mentally cursed himself for asking Damion to make the reservations. That kid barely remembered what he ate for breakfast, let alone his friend's last name.

"Come right this way." The woman led them towards a table that was one the balcony, right under the stars, with candles atop it – just like the one that Dawn had in her fantasies.

"Wow…it's just like I imagined it…" She murmured, under her breath, so no one could hear.

"Your waitress will be here in a second. Please, view the menu. Have a nice dinner!" After handing them each two menus, the hostess walked back over to her podium, leaving the couple alone to talk. Most of it was aimless conversation pieces that would not be important to anything, but, there were no awkward silences. That's good, right? Dawn thought nervously.

"Good evening everybody! I'm your waitress, now what do you want for dinner?" The waitress they had been assigned had been looking at her cell phone before, but did get a good look at them after a few seconds of silence, "Lucas and Dawn?! Oh my Arceus! This is so awesome! I can't believe I found you here! What are you guys doing here? Eating, of course! Duh, stupid me! Anyway, how was your day? Wait – let me pull up a chair!"

And they knew that she was never going to leave.

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"I'm sorry, Dawn." Lucas was walking Dawn up to her doorstep, and felt unbelievably embarrassed. His perfect night was ruined by Candice, the inevitable gossip machine who needed to know everything and had issues being quiet. Sure, she was a nice girl, but sometimes – just sometimes, she was a little over the top. Especially when she just had four cups of coffee.

"Why?"

"Because, well, tonight was supposed to be awesome, and well, it wasn't."

"Are you freaking out over the whole Candice thing? I'm sure she didn't mean to light the table cloth on fire. And my dress only got a little singed at the bottom. Besides, it looks kind of cool." Dawn did a quick twirl, showing off the burn marks on the edges of her ice-blue skirt.

"I'm sorry."

"Really, it's fine!" Dawn insisted, as they walked up on to her doorstep.

"Ok. I'm glad you still had fun."

"Yea, I did. Goodnight."

Knowing that this was his time, Lucas leaned in and brushed his lips against her. After a few seconds, he turned away from the awestruck girl, and entered his old Honda. With a small wave, he left. He knew that Dawn was near fainting on her porch, but he thought that if he didn't leave like that, so abruptly, the whole moment would be ruined.

He had left an impression, and he knew it.

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Dawn had decided. Damion was nice and all, but Lucas was the most amazing boy she had ever met. How could she not choose him? It was obvious. She had to choose Lucas. He was smart, athletic, and romantic – he was every girl's dream boy! But, then again, Damion was cute, hyperactive, and hilarious…he possessed some desirable qualities. Not as many as Lucas, though.

"Dawn!" Johanna called from the lower level, awaking her daughter from her intense stream of thought,

"What is it?" Dawn swung down the stairs at a lightning fast pace.

"Damion's here."

"Oh. Ok!" She ran to the door and let him in. Now's my chance, inside her head, she was preparing for when she would break-up with her best friend, don't mess this up.

"Dawn?" He smiled weakly. In one hand, he held a bouquet of flowers, and the other was scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Damion? What's with the flowers?" After handing her the flowers, Damion let himself in.

"Oh…just trying to be nice and a good boyfriend."

"Aww…thank you, really. You didn't need too." He just likes making things difficult for me, doesn't he?

"It was nothing…literally." Damion added, laughing, as he flashed back to when he ran out into his mom's garden, clipped the first flowers that he saw, and ran down three houses to give them to her, "Could we talk upstairs?" He motioned to the staircase.

"Sure. I need to tell you something too." Leading him upstairs, Dawn contemplated how to break it to him. She needed to say it lightly, so it wouldn't tear away at him. Sure, he was Damion, and he took someone telling him that they were out of milk harder than he took break-ups, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care at all. At least, to Dawn it didn't.

"Ok, Damion. You're awesome, and really nice and-"

The hazel-eyed boy placed his hand over her mouth, "Me first. I know I'm not emotional, or romantic, or anything like that. I'm not the first choice when it comes to best boyfriend, but I think you're awesome. I need you to know that, and I know it doesn't sound like me, but I'm willing to…uh…care…I guess, yea, care a bit more about relationships, for you. Now that that's over, what where you going to say?" Damion bounced from his very serious statement back into his usual light-hearted self.

"…What? Oh, nothing. I'll…I'll see you on Monday!"

"You still want me to walk you home?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course! But, I'm busy right now. I'll see you on Monday!" Dawn pulled him down the stairs and shoved him out the door, leaving him to stand there all alone and dumbfounded. She knew how abrupt that was and how most people would be really surprised if that happened to them, but Dawn knew something else:

Damion is not in any way like most people.

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Lucas was paying attention, for once. He was actually listening to the whispers flying around him, expecting to hear plenty about his own date. Candice had been there during the whole thing – there was no way it wouldn't be all over the halls after two days. Interested in how she had explained it to everyone, one ear always remained open to the gossip. And he heard a good deal of things about his date, but, sprinkled in with all the positive comments, one little rumor continued to pop up.

"I hear that Dawn is going out with Damion and Lucas! Both of them, at the same time!"

It was everywhere – not just one person was saying it, they all were. After he heard this three times, Lucas was worried. After seven times, he was very worried. And, after fourteen times, he just had to ask somebody. It just so happened that three people were chatting by one girl's locker, and these three people, in Lucas's mind, were the perfect people to ask about his situation.

"Volkner! Volkner!" He ran up to the blonde, who was with none other than Flint and Cynthia.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Ok – have you heard that Dawn is going out with Lucas?" They all uncomfortably shuffled their feet, wrung their hands, and racked their brains for the kindest wording of 'yes'.

"Lucas, just because people are saying it doesn't mean it's true. Even Candice is starting to rethink her own words." Cynthia said kindly.

"Well, why would people think that, if it's so not true?"

"Uh…" They all were trying desperately to not be the one who had to explain it to him, "Ok, dude." Flint decided to take on the clarification of exactly why people, including themselves, would think something like that, "She digs you. She does. But, you know, she's always walking home with that Damion dude, and talking to him between classes, and hanging out with him, and all. When you do that, people automatically assume you're dating. Doesn't mean it's true."

"Listen to the master…" Volkner mumbled, much to Cynthia's displeasure. However, luckily, Lucas didn't hear him.

"How do I know?"

"What?" They all asked in unison.

"How do I know if she going out with him? Like, how do I find out?"

"Obviously, you just have to follow them home and see what happens." Volkner replied, albeit sarcastically.

"Genius…that's genius! Thanks guys!" Lucas ran off, prompting Cynthia to smack Volkner.

"Idiot! Why did you say that?"

"I was being sarcastic!"

"He obviously couldn't tell!"

"Look who screwed up this time!" Flint replied smugly, only to be the second boy to be slapped by Cynthia in the last two minutes, "Ow…what was that for?"

"You don't have the right to talk! Think of all things you have screwed up before!" She threw her hands up in the air as she began to storm off, "I swear, someday you guys are going to destroy this whole world!"

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"So Damion, how was your day?" After they got a safe distance away from the school, Damion placed his arm around Dawn's shoulder as she began to inquire about his day.

"Same old, same old, you know?"

"Oh Arceus, could you be any more vague!" Dawn replied in her mock frustrated voice, "Explain a bit! Elaborate!"

"You know that I'm failing English, why are you expecting so much of me?"

"I'm trying to tutor you! I don't want to have an idiot for a boyfriend!"

"Too late!" He grinned goofily.

And as the two went along their way, they couldn't have been happier. However, a few meters behind them, a shadowed figure followed them. He was afraid. Being as far away as he was, the conversation was severely muffled – but he had heard the word 'boyfriend'. He was silently praying that it was all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding – yea, a misunderstanding, something that they all could laugh about in a little while. But he could not risk it. He had to know the truth.

So, he continued forward. Lucas pressed forward, carrying on in his undercover search.

Several kilometers later, the raven-haired boy began to wonder if Dawn actually lived this far away from the school (which he was almost sure she didn't, seeing as he had walked her home before and it could not have possibly taken that long), or if they were taking an insanely long detour. Two kilometers after that revelation, and several meters after he had decided that it was almost definitely the latter, they arrived at Dawn's home.

They went inside without hesitation. Damion didn't wait for her to check with her mom, he just waltzed in. Like he lived there. Like he belonged there. Like…he was her boyfriend.

OH SHIT! Arceus no! Don't tell me it's true!

Lucas was screaming inside his mind. He was taking his first steps towards insanity. And, being in the fragile mental state that he was, the next thing that he saw should have unsettled him even further.

However, it didn't.

The couple was upstairs in her bedroom. They both were sitting on her bed, a book open in between them as they tried to do the unbelievably complicated math homework. Damion, of course, did not understand any of it, and resorted to making funny remarks about it as he stretched his arms over his head (Lucas knew him well enough to predict what he was saying without even hearing him). Dawn giggled, or at least looked like she was giggling, got up, and walked across the room to retrieve something off her shelf. Damion followed, and took her hand in his. She turned to face him, he stared straight back, said something, and that something caused her to look away while biting her lip. He shrugged and blushed, mouthed the word 'stupid', but before he could go sit back down, she pulled him in and kissed him.

Instead of freaking out, Lucas smiled. Sure, he could never see Dawn the same. Never. Her eyes, though, her eyes told him that she was happy.

Maybe it was time.

This relationship was never going to last, he knew that. All he could do now was savor what remained.

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Ay! I liked this chapter! What about you? I hope you liked it! This chapter was very long – what, 3,000 words? I made it so long because I was home sick all week, and that also explains why it may not be as good as the others. It was especially hard for me to write something this long due to my extremely small vocabulary. But, all in all, I still like it. And, I have another question for you to answer in your reviews: Who should Dawn end up with? Damion or Lucas – your choice! You can include it in your review or vote on my profile! BTW – this fic isn't over yet! I have at least one more chapter planned out before the epilogue, so rejoice my friends! LOL. Beside the point, thanks for reading, I hope you liked this chapter, and please drop me a review if you can!