Super Nova
Author's Notes: Yeah, got it up! Woo! Okay, I wanna apologize for this delay. I betcha some of you forgot this story existed. Heh. Uhm, I really hope I could update more quickly, but I barely have enough time to get by. Yeah... (By the way, if Bonny is spelled as 'Bonnie,' I really meant to spell it with a 'y'. If you know, tell me! Hehehe.) Once again, sorry for any errors and for the shortness of this chapter.
Ages:
Jessie, Buzz, Emily, Molly, Bonny - 14
Woody, Andy, Bo - 16
Chapter 11
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Rain seemed to finally decide that it was going to pour. For the last two days, Tuesday and Wednesday, it would drizzle for about ten minutes and suddenly vanish. After a few more minutes, the process would repeat itself until everybody had shouted "You suck!" to the grey skies at least twice each.
Buzz was the only one who did not mind so much; he was too preoccupied to care. The last two days have been horrible. Even him, who was used to being stressed and could cope well with anyone, had had enough. Why did that one tiny mistake ruin school like it had?
First of all, he had received the cold-shoulder treatment from Jessie, his lab partner, throughout the past few days. He tried to make it up to her yesterday, Wednesday, when they were expected to be working on the project, but that only made matters worse. She refused to talk to him, save a few 'hmph's or 'whatever's when he attempted to start a conversation. Desperately, he had bothered with jokes and taps on her shoulder, but that resulted on the redhead telling the teacher that she felt sick and had to go to the school nurse. He didn't see her after that, and had to endure Slinky's scowls the rest of the day.
He sighed, leaning against the beautiful window that extended to the ceiling of his room, watching the drops of water slowly slide down the clear glass.
"Anything wrong, Master Buzz?" The butler looked at his boss in confusion, momentarily halting his dusting.
"Don't worry about it, Sarge," sighed the blonde boy, finally turning away from the storm outside. He walked dejectedly to his couch, throwing himself, face-down, onto the leather seat.
"My, my, we really are feeling down, aren't we?" Sarge chuckled good-naturedly, walking over to the teenager. He had never seen the boy act so...childlike. Like his true age.
And yet, he couldn't feel any prouder.
"Sure. Who wouldn't? I've got a date with Amy tomorrow." The response was somewhat muffled, so Buzz turned his face so that only the side was against the couch. The expression he wore could've passed as the one of a person ready to jump off a building.
"You seem awfully upset about the ordeal. Why did you not tell your father that you had a date already?"
"I didn't. I just don't want to go with...Amy..."
"Well, why did you agree to?"
"Are you kidding? How could I possibly tell Father 'no'? Especially when he was expecting me to be a gentleman!"
"You do have the right."
"No, I don't. I can't risk that. I want to be the perfect son."
"That is too much to ask from any child."
"It doesn't matter. The decision was made. Jessie hates me..." Buzz trailed off sadly, not knowing he had said his thoughts out loud. Sarge wasn't one to comment, so he simply shook his head and headed for the spacious closet to hang a few new suits.
"Well, Sir, your tuxedo for the dance is here. I'll just leave them on the rack at the farthest left. It will be the green dot on the map if you can't find it."
Jessie leaned against her door tiredly, thinking about the upsetting day.
'Stupid Buzz...trying to talk to me...after...after...'
Was it really necessary to make Amy his date? Really? That hurt above everything else. The girl Jessie hated the most...that wasn't fair. How could he do that?
He even had the nerve to talk to her!
But, at the moment, that wasn't her concern; she was too busy thinking of possible ways to get Woody to forget anything regarding the upcoming dance. If he asked her whether she had a date yet, or worse, whether she was even going...well, she didn't want to think about that just yet. She had a bad feeling he would either force her to attend or flat-out not go at all and spend the night watching movies or something.
No.
Her brother had to go to the dance. It wasn't a choice, even. Everybody was expecting him and his date, the Student Body President, Bo, to attend together. In fact, that would very well save his reputation.
Why? Because of all the girls who had been turned down. They wanted to make sure there was a valid reason, not just because Woody wasn't interested. So, saying he had a date already, that saved a lot of feelings (yet it stirred up others greatly).
Jessie remembered yesterday particularly.
"Jessie!"
The redhead jumped in surprise, immediately glancing about for the voice. Turns it out, two people called her name. And they were right beside the vending machines, completely hidden from view besides their frantically waving hands. With a sigh, the girl walked towards, what she saw as, another depressing fate.
Predictably, it was the twins. Molly and Bonny, from her Music class. They were excellent piano players, complementing each other in every composition they performed that required two sets of hands. Luckily, they were all good friends.
"Hey, guys." Jessie said, smiling.
"Hi, Red," the two very similar voices replied. They looked embarrassed, playing with their hairs and shuffling their feet from time to time.
"What's up?"
"Well—"
"—we wanted—"
"—to ask you something..." Yup, very typical of twins to complete each other's sentence. Then again, these two were extremely close...
"Yes?"
"Does Woody have a date?"
"...uhm..." Admittedly, that was very unexpected. The twins? Liking Woody? Wow...
"Well?"
"Does he?"
"Ah, about that..." Jessie trailed off, looking anywhere but the eager faces of two of her closest friends.
"C'mon! You can tell us!"
"Yeah! And we wouldn't mind at all if he wants to take the both of us!"
'That last comment would have been funny if it wasn't so serious...' "Er, I'm pretty sure he has a date..."
Silence.
'Would they cry?'
Amazingly enough, the twins just blinked, their expressions not really changing. "Oh well...he probably does... I knew it..."
"You knew-wait, then why would you ask?"
"'Cause he mighta wanted to go with twins..."
Jessie sighed, shaking her head. "Sorry."
"Yeah...wait, Red, do you have a date?"
"I'm not going to the dance," the young, depressed teen said out loud in her quiet bedroom, using the same exact words she had told her friends when they questioned about her 'date.'
"You're not?" came a voice from somewhere, causing Jessie to hit her head on the doorknob, startled. Rubbing it, she opened her door to reveal a very confused looking Woody.
Clearly she had talked much too loud.
"No, Woody, I'm not going," she sighed.
"Why not?"
"B-because dances are so stupid...and lame."
"Really? Is that why you and Emily keep on talking about how much you "would so have fun" on Friday night at the dance?"
"I-I changed my mind."
"...fine. Then I'm not going either." The brunette shrugged and walked away, not minding his little sister's shocked expression. Naturally, she ran after him. 'I knew he'd do this.'
"Why? You're going with Bo!"
"Then I'll apologize to her right now. I have her phone number." He pulled out his cell phone in explanation.
"What? No! Everybody knows you have a date! And they know that it's Bo!"
"It doesn't matter what they think."
"Won't that make you look bad? Standing up the Student Body President?"
"Maybe she'll find another date. Or if she's willing to hang out with us instead of the dance..." The blonde did mention being very bothered to go.
"No! Wait, Ken! He'd think you did step down to avoid being beat up!"
At this Woody chuckled, far from sounding intimidated.. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to get into a cat-fight with him..."
"Seriously! He'd rub it in your face!"
"Doesn't matter. You don't go, I don't go."
"And if I do?"
"You know my answer."
"Fine. I'm going to the dance then."
"Great."
Friday afternoon came way too soon. (Even though it had been less than twenty-four hours to begin with.) School traditionally ended early for that reason, giving the sponsors enough time to add finishing touches to the gym. They had been working on the decorations and all the other necessities for the past week, closing the gym to all students during P.E in the process. Of course, not that anybody minded...
Jessie frowned at her dress. Upon hearing her friend's last minute decision to attend the dance, Emily rushed out immediately to pick the most perfect gown for her friend. With her sister's help, they managed to find a very pretty one and bring it to said girl in less than twenty minutes.
Because of that, Woody had asked the two siblings if they wanted to get ready for the dance at his house instead, saying that "Jessie might want help from other girls."
They agreed, obviously, which was why Emily was now talking on the phone non-stop with her date.
The doorbell rang and, as an excuse to leave the room, Jessie ran out and answered the door. To her surprise, it was Andy.
"Hey, Jess," he said, smiling at her.
"Oh, hello, Andy. Uhm, please come in." She opened the door further and let her brother's best friend in. "Woody!" she called in the direction of his room.
"Getting ready for the dance?" asked Andy.
"Yeah..." replied the girl, sighing.
"Lucky you. I don't have a date, so I kinda don't want to go anymore."
An idea light-bulb lit. "Hey, me either! Wait, wait, why don't we go together? We're both dateless!"
The older boy's eyes widened. "Really?" So Jessie was not an ugly girl. In fact, she was relatively pretty. But for him to take his best friend's sister as his date...
Oh well. "Yeah! Let's do that!"
About ten minutes later, after a small chat and a quick planning-out, Andy left to get ready, completely forgetting to talk to Woody. Jessie, feeling very elated at not being alone, ran to her bedroom to get dressed, suddenly enjoying the loveliness of her gown.
Emily was no longer on the phone. In fact, she was eyeing her own dress with interest, touching the soft fabric. The two friends made eye contact and at once, they both giggled.
Time to fix everything up.
Since the house wasn't far, they all agreed on merely walking to the school. Nobody minded, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to...well...get to know their dates better. Lenny, after apologizing several times, informed Emily that he could not pick her up so she would have to meet him there. That, of course, lost him several points in his date's eyes, so she would most definitely be in a bad mood with him when they do see each other.
The group looked stunning, every single one of them; Woody was in his tux, hair slicked back properly, not over-using hair gel like most people do. Both Bo and Emily had their hairs in a bun, loose curls hanging down their sides to complement their light-shaded gowns. Andy himself looked handsome (although not as good as Woody).
But Jessie stood out the most.
She was not a girly-girl like Emily. She was not a tomboy, either. But she never wore dresses.
Now? She had her hair down, curled up nicely, falling down near her waist. Her dress clung to her body appropriately, the faded red color accenting her beautifully. She didn't go overboard with make-up, but it did brighten her face somewhat. All in all, Jessie was as breathtaking as young fourteen-year-olds go.
They chatted as they walked, laughed as they neared the gym. There was someone sitting by a small table, selling tickets to go inside to the last-minute attendees.
Another person stood near the long line, accepting the tickets each student presented. She recognized the group quickly as they approached her.
"Oh, my gosh. Bo? Finally! I thought you wouldn't come!"
"Well, here I am." They each handed their tickets.
As they stood in line, waiting to enter, Jessie took a deep breath.
Buzz would be there. With Amy.
'Here we go.'
