Tancred: ARGH!!!!! *sighs* How am I going to tell Emma?
Emma: Tell me what?
Tancred: That I wanted to ask you to the-
Olivia: Emma, I need to talk to you, NOW!
Tancred: OLIVIA! I was going to ask Emma something!
Olivia: Oh, you were? Everyone, get your vide camera!
Tancred: Why me? Why me? In all of the boys in Europe, why me?
Emma: Oh well, maybe next time, the readers are tired of reading our argument. Sorry…
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Tancred and Lysander were sitting on a bench, discussing some important matter…like finding a date. "Tancred, you have GOT to get Emma in a private place, say your dorm." said Lysander firmly.
"It's not that easy Sander, every time I try to ask, someone is ALWAYS there! Is it just me or am I having extremely bad luck?" Tancred said, face in his hands.
Lysander shook his head, smiling. "How about this, you go get Emma and rag her to your dorm; I'll stand guard so no one will barge in. I will only interrupt if there's an emergency, like a fire, or something like that."
Tancred raised his head and looked at Lysander with awe. "How can you think of amazing ideas in a time of pressure?"
Lysander grinned. "I just do, now let's go find her."
The boys stood up and scanned the garden for Emma. She wasn't there. They looked in the art room. She wasn't there. They checked her dorm and they saw her, sketching a dove flying into the air.
Lysander backed up and nodded, closing the door. Tancred looked around first and said, "Emma,"
Emma looked up, startled, regret swelled over her. "Yes Tancred?"
Tancred looked around and smiled. Finally. "Emma, will you go to the Spring Dance with me?" Tancred asked, trying his best not to sound too excited. He did it! Victory is his!
Emma's face fell and looked down.
Tancred, utterly confused looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry Tancred, it took you so long and…well, someone else asked me and I couldn't say no. I'm sorry…I truly am." Emma said with sorrow. She looked away as angry winds blew around the room.
"Emma, I thought we were…how could you?" Tancred asked angrily.
Emma's eyes shone with tears as she looked him in the eye. Then something hit her. No, not something physically, something mentally. She stood up and walked over to Tancred with a stern look in her eye. "Are you going to act like this all day?" she whispered.
"Yes!" Tancred yelled.
Emma narrowed her eyes. "The we're through Tancred Torrson."
