A/N: Okay, I really am trying to finish this story BUT make it my best one yet, so I really hope you guys are enjoying this story! Here is Part 1 of the Prom!

Also, no new songs from "Cinderella" yet! Buuut, next chapter. Maybe ;)

Muhahaha. Inkie (InkHeart4112) tells me I'm becoming more and more like David. Trolling like a boss. Let me know what you think of this chapter? :D

Disclaimer: I don't own SplashFace

Stevie runs out of Zander's private hang out at top speed. Nelson, please don't be mad at me! she thinks frantically. When she gets to the front doors of the school, she bursts through the doors and looks around the front yard. She sighs, relieved, when she sees Nelson sitting on the bench in the garden. "Nelson, I'm really—" "Stevie... forget it, alright? We've got work to get done..." Nelson says calmly.

"But, Nelson—" "Stevie. Seriously. Don't worry about it," he says, giving her a small, reassuring smile. She finally accepts the fact she isn't going to get an apology out, and nods. "Alright, so, what are we gonna work on?" she asks, giving a small smile. "We have got to figure out what song you're going to sing at the Prom," Nelson replies, gently poking her nose. She scrunches her nose in that adorable way that Nelson has always loved. She's so cute... he thinks. He shakes his head as he realizes what he's just thought.

Don't go there, Nelly, he thinks. He walks Stevie to his house, and when they arrive, they go up to his room. The equipment is all set up, as usual. "I've already picked the song you should sing. Feel free to disagree," Nelson says, turning on the sound mixer. "What song?" Stevie asks, taking a seat on his bed. He tosses her song book at her, and she catches it. She spots a torn bookmark in between the pages and flips to it. "Nelson, we're gonna need more than just a sound mixer for this song, won't we?" she asks.

"Nope," Nelson smiles. "I'll get all the stuff we need recorded, and then we can mix it into the song. But first, we need to use the sounds we have and record you singing," Nelson explains. He starts up a few programs on his computer, and Stevie sits by silently. She nods and then waits for his directions. So, for most of the afternoon, they play around with the sound mixer and create different sounds. Stevie picks the most cheery. "I like this one a lot," she smiles. "It'll go great with the song!"

Nelson smiles back and says, "Alright, let's get to work."

Stevie stands up to the microphone and gets ready to sing. Nelson presses record, and Stevie waits for her time to sing. As soon as she starts singing, Nelson finds himself lost in his thoughts. I can't ask Stevie to Prom now... all the girls' identities are supposed to stay secret, he thinks frowning. Stevie, too lost in her song, doesn't notice his distant expression.

She sings through the song, and finally finished. Nelson, having finally come out of his thoughts, shuts off the recording equipment and gets to work on piecing together the parts of the song that he can. "So, you're sure this will be ready before the night of the Prom?" Stevie asks after a long while of silence. "Mhm," Nelson says absently, nodding his head. He's too focused on the work before him. His bony fingers work at the keyboard at the speed of lightning.

"You've got a week before Prom, Steves. Everything will be ready before then," Nelson says after a good twenty minutes. Stevie, bored out of her mind, is laying on his bed, facing the ceiling. She tilts her head back slightly to look at him, and smiles. "Great! You know, Nelly, I really do appreciate this all. Everything you've done for me." Nelson nods.

There's that nickname she gave me, he thinks happily. "But, the second most important detail of this whole plan, Stevie... is what you're gonna wear. 'Dreaming Cinderella' has to be the most anonymous of everyone there," Nelson says. Stevie groans, completely having forgot that part of the plan. What is she gonna wear? "Well, my songs aren't that popular, Nelson... I don't need to be the most secretive," Stevie says.

Nelson scoffs.

"Check this out, Cinderella," he teases. He types furiously once more, and brings up her SplashFace page. When he's done clicking and typing, he pushes his chair away from the desk and points to the screen. Stevie rolls onto her stomach and checks out what's on the screen. "Woah! What?" she says surprised. "1.8 million views, Steves. You are actually quite famous online... well, Dreaming Cinderella is actually... but you get the point," Nelson explains.

"So, I really do have to be the most secret," she says, mostly to herself. Nelson nods and closes his laptop. He sits quietly, watching as Stevie's expression changes every so often. She's deep in thought. How am I going to be the most secretive? she thinks frantically. Maybe I really didn't give this entire Dreaming Cinderella thing a lot of thought...

"Nelson, I'm h—Oh! Stevie, darling, hi!" Mrs. Baxter says, now standing in Nelson's doorway. "Mom! You're home early," Nelson says. Mrs. Baxter, a very feminine form of Nelson, smiles at her son and Stevie and says, "Yes, I am. It's a long story," she sighs. She turns to Stevie and says, "What are you doing here, darling? It's been a long time since I've seen you!" Stevie gives a small smile and says, "Nelson's been helping me with something for a while now..."

Mrs. Baxter's eyes light up, unnoticed by both Stevie and Nelson, and she says, "And what would that be?" Nelson glances at Stevie, not sure if she should bring up Stevie's secret talent. Stevie hesitates at first, but then she says, "He's been keeping a big secret of mine actually," and then looks at Nelson to finish explaining. "See, mom, Stevie's an amazing singer and—" "I'm not 'amazing,' Nelson," Stevie laughs.

He laughs with her and then continues, "An amazing singer, and I've been helping her anonymously post her songs on SplashFace." Mrs. Baxter smiles widely and says, "Oh, Nelson, that's so sweet of you!" She walks toward Nelson, cups his face with both her hands and gives her son a kiss on both cheeks. "Such a sweet boy!" she cries. Nelson blushes so brightly, he's probably put the sun in envy. Stevie bites her lip to keep from laughing. She's so cute, he thinks. He mentally facepalms himself at the thought. Bad thoughts, Nelson. She's your friend and nothing more.

"But we've kind of come across a problem..." Stevie says to Mrs. Baxter after a moment. Mrs. Baxter raises her eyebrows and says, "And it is?" Nelson sits quietly, still blushing. "Oh!" Stevie cries, shaking her head quickly. "No, it's nothing really, Mrs. Baxter," she says, realizing how stupid she is to have brought it up. "Really, darling, you can tell me!" Mrs. Baxter says. Before Stevie an object, Nelson speaks up.

"We need to keep her identity a secret, and lucky us, the Prom coming up requires masks for the ladies," he says. "Only, we need to keep Stevie the most unrecognizable." Mrs. Baxter, already in love with the plan looks suddenly like she's had an epiphany. "I think I have just the dress for you, darling," she says to Stevie. "As for the mask, I can design you a very nice one. Keep you practically anonymous!" she cries, now down the hallway to her room.

When she finds the dress she's looking for, she calls Stevie in. Stevie walks to the bedroom and stands awkwardly in the doorway. Mrs. Baxter turns to face her with a wedding dress. Stevie isn't exactly sure what to say, but Mrs. Baxter, noticing her expression, laughs. "I know what you're thinking Stevie. But, with a little work, this baby can look like the perfect prom dress!" she says. "And, uh, you... you know how to do that?" Stevie asks curiously.

Mrs. Baxter nods and says, "Darling, you don't know this, but I created this dress for my wedding. I wanted everything to be special!" Stevie smiles, imagining what the day must have been like. "So, you made this all by yourself?" she asks fascinated. Mrs. Baxter nods her head and says, "And I've known you so long, like you're my daughter, Stevie. I want to make this plan perfect for you! So, don't you worry about the dress or the mask! It's taken care of!" she assures. Stevie, without a moment's thought, hugs Mrs. Baxter.

"Thank you so much!" she cries happily.

The next couple of days pass by quickly. It's now the night of the Prom, and Stevie finds herself stuck at home trying to get through abother list of chores. At least the Prom isn't for another two hours, she thinks. God knows where her brothers are, and that they'd never help out. And who knows what excuse her parents have used this time to "work late." She's not in a terribly bad mood, however. Mrs. Baxter tells Nelson everyday to tell Stevie the dress is coming along lovely and it'll be ready.

The mask though, Stevie hasn't heard about.

Nelson's under strict orders not to say anything at all, and truthfully, it's wracking Stevie's nerves a bit. She continues to mop the floors, occasionally humming different parts of the song she plans to sing at the Prom. The idea of singing in front of the whole school is somewhat scary, but it also gives her that blood-rushing feeling. Like, when you're nervous, and excited all at once.

Finally, after wearing most of the soapy, murky water, she puts the bucket and mop away and goes upstairs to her room. It's almost 9 o' clock, and Stevie finds herself debating whether or not she should call Nelson to ask about the dress. The curiousity wins, and she pulls her phone from her school bag. "Pick up, Nelson..." she mumbles.

(Nelson, Stevie)

Hey, Stevie!

Nelson, hi! I'm cur—

Curious about the dress right?

...Mhm.

Nelson chuckles.

Well, my mom says it's all finished, so whenever you get the chance to come try it on, you—hello?

Stevie's already down the stairs and out the front door. She practically runs to Nelson's house. Not like I'm excited or desperate or anything. Two years of track pays off in that area. She doesn't even have to knock on the front door. By the time she arrives, Nelson's waiting for her, and he lets her in. "Ready to see it all?" Nelson asks, an amused smile playing at his lips.

Stevie, out of breath and hunched over, nods and takes deep breaths. Nelson laughs and helps her to stand up straight. "Come on," he says. He leads her through the living room, up the stairs to his mother's bedroom. He covers her eyes halfway there and leads her. "Ready?" he asks. "Nelson, I didn't practically die all the way here for nothing," she laughs.

Nelson chuckles and then says, "Alright, in 3... 2... 1..."

He steps away from her and uncovers her eyes. There, sprawled on the bed, is her Prom dress. Her breath catches in her throat. How did that wedding dress turn into this!? she thinks amazed. Nelson steps out of the room and says, "I'll let you try it on." She nods and shuts the door. It's a floor-length gown, white as snow, strapless. The skirt falls down in tons and tons of glittery layers. The top is sequined to the waist and zips up in the back.

Stevie carefully runs her fingers over it, still shocked. It's almost like she's afraid it'll fall apart under her touch. Like that Cinderella story everyone's grown up knowing. The clock strikes midnight and everything turns back into cold, hard reality. But it doesn't. It stays perfect. Stevie undresses quickly and holds the dress up, carefully unzipping it. Once it's unzipped far enough, she steps into it and pulls it up her body. It even feels unreal! she thinks.

She pulls the zipper back up and loves how it comfortably hugs her body. My Cinderella story, she thinks, smiling. On the bed she notices there's a pair of flats covered in silver glitter. Did she make those too? she wonders. She slips them on and she bites her lip to keep from squealing. It's the perfect Cinderella moment.

"Stevie, are ready to show us?" Mrs. Baxter calls through the door. "Oh! Yes, one second!" Stevie calls, wondering how much time she spent looking in the mirror over the bureau. She makes sure she's got everything that was laid out and then she opens the door. "We're down here in the living room, Stevie!" Nelson calls up the stairs. "Okay," she calls back. She can't keep from smiling, so she doesn't even try. She walks down the stairs, waiting for someone to say something.

Nelson's breath catches in his throat and he finds himself at a loss for words. She's an angel! he thinks, trying to keep his expression calm—but failing. "Well?" Stevie smiles, turning around fully with her arms out. "A-Amazing!" Nelson cries. He quickly shrinks in his seat and tries not to blush—failing, yet again.

"Oh! Stevie you look so pretty!" Mrs. Baxter practically shouts. She hugs Stevie tightly and says, "Now, are you ready to see the mask?" Stevie nods her head, biting her lip again. "I can't thank either of you enough for all of this. Honestly," she says, so happy tears are threatening to spill. "It's no trouble at all!" Nelson says.

Mrs. Baxter smiles at him and he turns away, blushing again. "You wait here, Stevie," Mrs. Baxter says. Stevie nods and watches as Mrs. Baxter leaves the living room. "Nelson, you guys are my lifesavers... I can't believe you're doing all this for me!" she says. Nelson shrugs. "It's nothing, really. Now, all you need is the mask and we can go!"

"You have the song completely finished?" Stevie questions, spinning in small circles and watching the dress move with her. She lets a squeal escape, and the noise surprises her. "I've never had the urge to squeal like I do now," she laughs. Nelson laughs with her. "And yes, I've finished it," he says.

Mrs. Baxter comes into the room holding, most likely, the mask behind her back. "Close your eyes, darling," she says. Stevie does as she's told. Mrs. Baxter adjusts the mask on her face, and Stevie here's a light gasp. "She looks stunning, doesn't she, Nelson?" Mrs. Baxter says. Stevie's sure Nelson's nodded his head. "Alright, open your eyes," Mrs. Baxter says, turning Stevie toward the mirror over the fireplace.

Her breath catches again as she spots the snow white mask on her face. Black lace cuts through the white surface, and on the right side of the mask, black and white feathers hang off. Holding the feathers in place are three fake white and black roses glued down. The pristine white gives her skin a nice glow, truthfully. "Oh my gosh," Stevie says, even more stunned. "This can not be more perfect," she says, turning back to Mrs. Baxter and Nelson. "Who's ready to go to the Prom?" Nelson smiles, holding his arm out for her. She gives a small laugh and wraps her arm around his. "Stevie is!" she smiles.

When they arrive at Brewster, the cafeteria is already noisy with people. Girls wear large, fluffy dresses and fancy masks, while the men are rocking the classy formal look. As Stevie enters the cafeteria, nervous since Nelson had to run off to go get everything set up, all eyes are on her. Queen Perf, Kacey Simon, and her little friends try not to look outraged, but being outshined when they were "absolutely sure they'd be the most Perf," isn't something they're used to. "Who is that?" Kacey snaps.

"I-I don't know," Molly says, absolutely hating being so clueless. How does Grace do it? she wonders. "We've got a song to sing anyway," Kacey says, determined to not let something this major put a damper on their performance. The Perfs make quick work of getting on stage and soon they're singing.

Hey now! Hey now!

Everybody wanna be popular!

Hey now! Hey now!

Everybody wanna be hot you know!

Hey now! Hey now!

Everybody wanna be popular!

Hey now! Hey now!

Everybody wanna be hot you know!

If you wanna be cool

Follow every rule

We can show you how it's done!

Mhhhm!

To be popular is so hot you know!

It's the only way you're gonna have fun!

Yeah!

Stevie, too happy about the situation so far, can't be at all annoyed by this song. Surprisingly, she thinks. But her joy only increases when the Perfs finally finish singing the only song they know. The DJ goes back to playing song requests after that. This time the song is a slow song, but not terribly slow.

A hand rests gently on her shoulder. She turns to face the person behind her and looks into those familiar, dark brown eyes. She opens her mouth to say something, but in fear of giving her identity away, she quickly shuts it. "Would you like to dance, baby?" Zander smiles. To him, she's just a random, pretty girl. She smiles back, loving the whole anonymity thing. "Sure thing, handsome," she says in a slightly higher voice than her own. That wasn't supposed to happen, she thinks. He winks at her and gently takes her hand. "So, are you any good or will I have to slow things down for you?" She teases. Zander laughs and says, "Who ever said I'm the one that's gonna have to keep up?"

Stevie smirks behind her mask, and suddenly, she sees his facial expression change slightly. Does he know its me? Like he's trying to piece two-and-two together, but he then smiles at her again and leads her to the middle of the dance floor. He places his left hand on her waist and takes her hand in his right. She rests her free hand on his shoulder and they keep even tempo with the music as they begin to move. "You're pretty swift," she comments. "Same to you," he responds, moving his left hand slightly lower on her waist. "North of the equator, Robbins or you and your swift moves can start walking," she smirks. He can't help but laugh a little. His hand moves back to her waist and they continue dancing. "So, what's your name?" He asks after a moment.

She smirks.

"Just call me Cinderella," she responds. The music starts to get faster, and more and more people get up from the tables to start dancing. She gets an idea suddenly. She removes his hand from hers and places it on her waist. He holds her waist in both his hands now, giving her a slightly confused look. Through the mask, she winks at him and starts swiftly moving her body to the music.

Her body's movements are a somewhat loose. Sensual almost.

The dance floor slowly clears, and soon it's just him and this "mysterious" girl. Zander watches as she dances to the music, swiftly, all by herself. He wants to reach out and grab her; pull her to his secret hideout and get to know every little last detail of this mystery girl. Mentally...

And physically.

Nothing's ever aroused him quite like this before. It's new and exciting. He raises an eyebrow and smiles at her. She continues to dance for him, totally lost in the music, and by now, Zander's enthralled. He starts to move with her, pulling her closer to him. She smirks at him, but keeps time with the song.

"Like what you see?" Stevie teases. He pulls her close to him, front to front, and whispers in her ear, "So much, baby." She bites her lip and continues dancing. "Well, handsome, I've got more tricks up my sleeves," she smirks. Zander winks at her and moves his hands somewhat lower to her upper thighs.

Stevie winks.

She twirls out of his hold and smiles at him, amused. "Too much fun," she smirks. Zander frowns as he realizes what's just happened. "Don't worry," she says in a teasing tone. "You haven't seen the last of me."

With that, she turns and runs out of the cafeteria. Zander watches her leave, disappointed. Stevie looks for Nelson, hoping he'll be at her locker like they had discussed.