Chapter 6: Do I have to match?

Fang: Do I?

Me: Nah.

Fang: So that means yes right?

Gabby: Pretty much. You wanna say it?

Fang: YES! Enjoy.

Me: Happy?

Fang: Yes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride the wonderful JP does.

The next day I was determined to ask Nick to the dance. I walked right up to him and smiled. He looked at me with a hard look and then gave me a crooked smile and then I lost all courage to ask him.

"Hey what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," my voice cracked. Smooth.

"You okay?" he said looking at me seeing if I was okay. He is so protective of me which I love most in the world.

"Well, actually I-"

"Did Dylan hurt you? Oh if he did I-

"No! He didn't but I-"

"Then what, what's the matter?" he said getting aggravated. I was too.

"Will you go to formal with me!" I yelled and then I covered my mouth with my hands. He looked at me, shocked. I was so mortified and I felt my face going red.

"Would I have to match?" he said looking confused.

"What?" I asked even though I knew what he said.

"Would I have to match? You know color code my outfit with your dress," he said and he started to smile. Now it was my turn to look shocked.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I mean I'm wearing a white dress if you wanted to know," said stuttering ever other words still in shock.

"Okay see you there," he said and walked away. I stared at him until I couldn't see him anymore.

"YES!" I yelled. Everyone stared at me but I didn't care because I have a date to formal with Nick! I got to go tell Cali. I ran down the hallway to her locker and when I got to her I was out of breath and I could barely speak.

"Breathe!" she yelled and I took a deep breath and swallowed some of Cali's water that was in her hand.

"Nick said yes!" I said and she smiled.

"Ha! I told you he would!" she said and she and I started screaming like two little girls that got a quarter at their lemonade stand. (A/N Weird analogy but it works.)

Fang: That is a weird analogy.

Me: Sorry I couldn't think of anything.

Fang: Yeah, but still.

Me: Stop making me feel bad!

Fang: Sorry.

Me: It's okay.