Who here loves the Viscount (bird loving guy)?

10~Senior Superlatives and Potential Prom Plans

The last day of Spirit Week wasn't all that interesting since all we had to do to participate was dress up in the school colors. However, I was curious about the reason why everybody had to go to homeroom first today. Ginger threw a fit because he'll be separated from me for thirty minutes. My homeroom teacher was Mrs. Durless, unfortunately. She was passing out small sheets of paper and putting them on our desks, instructing us to circle one for each category.

I didn't get what she was talking about 'til I got a slip and saw that we were voting for Senior Superlatives. The options were as followed:

Best Smile Sebastian Michaelis Grell Sutcliff

Most Unforgettable Alois Trancy Claude Faustus

Prettiest Eyes Maylene Undertaker

Most Likely to Succeed Ciel Phantomhive Sebastian Michaelis

Cutest Couple Ciel and Elizabeth Grell and Ophelia

Now, I would comment on this if it wasn't for the blond breathing down my neck. What is it with the blonds in this town, invading my space and whatnot? He noticed that I recognized his presence and smiled.

"I was wondering if you could help me out? For 'Cutest Couple', should I pick the little robin and his lovely dove or should I choose the flamboyant cardinal and the elegant raven?"

You know me well enough. "And who are you?"

"Ah, I apologize. My name is Aleister Chambers, possibly the best ornithologist you'll ever see in your life. And you are, my darling…?" he sang, making me think that I might have possibly met the epitome of the word "molester." I mean, look at him. The way he was talking about people as if they were birds in that rape-y tone of voice. Complete with the swirly, regurgitated rainbow backdrop to boot. Why, right now, he was probably fantasizing that he's dancing with some boy cleverly disguised as a girl…

Back to the situation at hand, though.

"I'm the 'elegant raven.' And I don't know who you should pick. Maybe your favorite 'bird' out of the flock," I replied. I did not just easily relate to Twitter that fast…! Yeah, that's his new name.

I watched as he held his chin in contemplation.

"Well…the bright red plumage of the Cardinalis cardinalis makes a perfect contrast with that of the Corvus corax, with her dark glossy feathers complimenting his bright demeanor. Even though I would prefer her with the little robin's companion, the Crow, she and the cardinal would have to do," he mused absentmindedly. I just turned around, circled my own choices, and turned the paper in to the teacher.

The bell rang and I hurried out of the room to get my things out of my locker. Not even twenty seconds passed before I was bombarded by the Cardinal, who was probably excited about us being listed as a choice under Cutest Couple.

"Can you believe it, Ollie? We're under Cutest Couple~!" he exclaimed, squeezing the life out of me. I only sighed.

"That doesn't mean we're gonna win, Ginger, so calm down."

"We still need to go to prom to see who won. You are going to prom with me, right?"

"I would, but I don't have a dress…"

Perhaps I should have considered that more seriously.

After school, Grell practically kidnapped me, tossing me in his car, and driving us to the mall. By the way store employees were greeting him, he seemed to frequent most of the stores daily. One of them even called him "Grell Bell" at which I had to almost die laughing.

Grell turned into a complete tranny and took charge of everything during our time at the mall and by tranny, I mean totally rude able-bodied naughty no-lose yabber. He pushed me into the changing room over ten times and on the final time, I came out wearing a red dress with straps, decorated with purple sashes and gloves that covered my forearms. Ginger's face was as red as the dress, his eyes wide and wobbly. He opened his mouth to say something, but someone else's voice ruined his chance.

"Ah~! The raven grows a pair of stunning wings, casting a shadow over those who dare to compare…"

"Twitter, have you been following us?" I asked.

"Goodness, no. I was drawn in by your radiance, that's all, my marvelous raven. Now, I'm off to do a little bird-watching," the blond said, dashing off somewhere to be a predator. Grell looked confused by our exchange and I just waved it off, going inside the changing room to change into my regular clothes.

"I'll take this one. Now, it's your turn," I said, taking him by the hand.

"I already have my prom clothes, Ollie!" he informed.

"Oh. It better not be a dress…"

"What would be my punishment if it is~?"

"I'd burn it…with you in it."

"Death by fire is always the way to go! Especially if you're the last person I see."

There was no intimidating this guy.

A/N: No, there isn't, Ollie. Unless you punch him in the face. So who else think if Grell and the Viscount had a kid, he/she would be one weird kid? *shudders* Three more, you guys. I hope to see you guys once Responsibilities comes out. But for right now, enjoy the rest of this fanfiction as it comes to a close. *sniffs*

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