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God knows this section is like, over RUN with them, oi.
There aren't even that many WILLOC one's, and he's the freakin main character! omg.
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AUHHG I can't stand the thought of Layla/Lash... mainly because I can't stand the thought of Lash being with anyone but Myky:D!

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O.O fingernails and teeth? Isn't that a bit harsh? oh lordy.
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uhh but don't be weird about it...

"Mom! Some person i met on the Internet says happy belated birthday!!"

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OKAY SO, uhm, my ears are spazzing out. I can wiggle them, see, and right now they're wiggling with out my say so. i like, smacked myself in the head, hahaha.

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OH NOTE: this chapter has a theme song. It's "Hard to say Sorry" by Chicago. :D go listen on repeat for this chapter.

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I cried myself to sleep, but not before I eventually threw up. I decided it was worth waking up my dad for, because if I told him I threw up, then he'd probably think I got some sort of bug at the dance, and I'd get to stay home the next day. Did I? Yes. SCORE ME.

It was a glorious day of a lonnng shower, even though I just changed back into PJ's when I got dressed, eating cookie-dough ice cream, and watching favorite childhood movies. Like the Lion King, and Spice World. See, I make a point not to watch any romance movies. Thooose would just make me more upset.

AND I MEAN, what am I even upset for? Do I have a RIGHT to be upset? We weren't dating after all. And I wouldn't call myself an obligatory date. I mean, he picked my name out of a pile. A pile for God-sakes. I should just get over it.

At least I didn't have to go to school today... I've got ... almost ALL of my classes with him! When did that happen?! Oh GOD! I'm SUPER glad I didn't go to school today... I couldn't have faced him! No way. No how. No. Way. Jose.

I sulked around the house a bit more... I contemplated going back to sleep, but then I remembered, NO WAY.

The night before, when I'd finally gotten to sleep, I had these horrible dreams about going to school the next day... Lash was ignoring me, pretending I didn't exist, the dance kept repeating in my head... The WORST one was where he came to school the next day with a girlfriend. And in my dream, I didn't even get to fight her! I hate dreams!

There were a few good dreams though. They were allll the same one, and I was fine with that. It was just a repeat of the dance, but what SHOULD have happened. Lash was there, we danced, and in the end... he kissed me. I absolutely adore being kissed in dreams, because it feels so real. And gosh-darnit, because it felt so real, I'd wake up and be happy, for like five seconds. Then I'd remember what REALLY happen, dissolve back into tears, and fall asleep again. My pillow was so soggy... ewww.

I was lying on my bed, reading an old favorite, Harry Potter, when my phone rang.

Who would be calling ME? I picked it up and said hello.

"Hey, Myky?"

WELL I'LL BE DARNED.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Oh yeah, like that will help."

"I've also got something to tell you."

"...what?"

"I love you, Mykalanne. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, I'm sorry I didn't show up last night, I was just too scared. Scared of you! You're so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you last night, but I was too afraid. That's why I didn't go."

And then I woke up.

Oh I really had you going, didn't I? You were on the edge of your seat. You were smiling from ear to ear. Well, so was I when I woke up. And what woke me up?My phone, actually ringing, in the real life.

If there was ever a time for dreams to come true, this would be it. God, show me some love.

"Hello?"

"Myk? Is that you?"

OHMIGAWD IT'S HIM. WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?

As you can see I'm much more frantic in real life than I am in dreams.

"Y-yes. It's me. Lash?"

"...Yyyyeah."

"Well. What do you want?"

Yeah, try to bring the dream into play.

"Why weren't you at school today?"

Lash, you're not helping.

"I, uhm, I was sick."

COUGH COUGH.

"Well, Ivy said it was because I didn't go to the dance last night."

IVY, I swear. I am going to KILL YOU.

"That's... the reason I'm sick."

Niiiiiice. NOT.

"Well... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

"Lash, why weren't you there?"

Oh, I get down to the nitty-gritty.

"I..."

"You..."

LOVE ME?! YEAH, GO ON AND SAY IT.

"I..."

"You..."

"I don't have an excuse."

WOW, I think a volcano just erupted inside me.

A volcano made of pure, white hot, rage.

"You don't have an excuse?"

"No. I'm sorry."

"NO, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?! YOU ARE A VILLIAINOUS HELL-HATED VARLOT!! YOU ARE A CURRISH BRAZEN-FACED GUDGEON!!! YOU ARE A CLOUTED MOTLEY-MINDED PIGEON EGG! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU CAN GO TO HELL!"

Yeah, I hung up.

I love shakespearean insults. Hurrah middle-school drama class!

Hmm... that went well. I don't feel as angry as I did before... Oh, but here come the tears again.

I hate him... I'm never going to school again. Just home school me. SEND ME TO A PRIVATE SCHOOL. I don't waaaanna go baaack. If I do, it'll be kicking and screaming.

I lied there crying and punching my pillow until I heard a door open downstairs. Some one's home! I looked at the clock next to my bed and saw that school had gotten out a half an hour ago, so that was probably Vince. I heard him thudding up the stairs, and I knew he'd come check on me.

"Hey, My... you look awful!" Vince visibly flinched when he opened my door.

"Well, you try being stood up for no reason at all and see how you feel." I croaked at him.

"Well," Oh he is NOT mocking me. "You better get pretty and put your homecoming dress back on because dad is taking us to his company dinner. I'm told there will be cute young boys there, for you to mingle with.

What? When did that happen? Dad doesn't have company dinners.

"You're lying." I grabbed my pillow and pulled it in front of me.

"Nope," Vince made an 'X' on his chest. Our little way of saying "If I'm lying, you can kill me."

I sniffled a bit and shrugged. I guess dad had just forgotten to mention the dinner to us. As long as I won't be stood up, I'm fine.

"Okay, get out. I've got some work to do." I walked over to my mirror and started poking the puffy bags under my eyes, which came as a result from crying.

I ingeniously got rid of the bags under my eyes by putting frozen spoons on them. And boy was that cold. I showered for the second time that day, because I felt gross from crying and being in PJ's all day. I did my make up, and I felt like a weirdo, because at the moment I was standing in front of my mirror in my underwear, curling my hair. I saw my mom do it when I was little, and I've seen it on TV. It can't be that weird.

I felt really wayward about my hair, because it wasn't as good as when Helen had done it, but hey, what can you do? I'm certainly not asking one of the men around the house to do it for me. That would probably result in a big burn mark straight across my face. How is that possible, you ask? With my dad and my brother... anything is possible.

When I was completely ready, which took about an hour, I was a little freaked out. I looked almost exactly like I had the night before, and I felt like I'd gone back in time. Weiiirrd.

"DAD??" I walked out of my room and into the hall. "I'm READY!"

"OKAY SWEET HEART," My dad yelled from his room. "GO DOWNSTAIRS."

I walked downstairs and saw Vince, fidgeting with his tie. He says they make him feel like he's choking. Well, there's a perk of not being a man.

"Ugh, I'll go see what's taking dad so long," Vince stood up, rolling his eyes. I had to admit, my dad was taking a pretty long time. He's a guy, it doesn't take him the time it takes ME to get ready.

I waited for a few seconds, drumming my fingers on the table.

"Dad said go outside and wait by the car," Vince said walking past me. I followed him, but when he opened the door, he stopped.

"Oh shit! I forgot my wallet! Be right back!" Vince wheeled around and ran up to his room. I walked out the door and...

What the fuck? We have a lurker. There's some guy standing out in the street, just looking at our house! Wait a tick... That's not a lurker... that's LASH? Oh, get me out of here.

I turned around and power walked to the door, but two steps away, I heard the lock turn. WHAT? They locked me out? What is... What is... Did they set this up?

My little volcano of rage started to bubble again, but I took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards Lash.

Well, he's looking rather dashing tonight. He was dressed up in a suit and tie, leaning against his car. I could hear music coming from his speakers, and as I walked closer I recognized it as Chicago... Hard to say Sorry? No way.

"Myk," Lash saw me and smiled. Me? Well, I resisted the urge to punch him in the face. Instead, I just didn't say anything back.

"I'm sorry Myky, I'm so, so sorry," The look on Lash's face looked genuine, but all I could do was snort and roll my eyes. Do you know how cute a genuine look is on his face? On a scale from one to ten, it's INFINITY.

"Well, what do you want?" See? See? I'm bitter. Notice there was no apology accepted anywhere in there.

"I want to make it up to you. Let me take you out tonight," Lash stepped aside and opened the car door.

Well, what was I supposed to do? I was locked out of the house!

The drive to where ever we were going was pretty silent, but I didn't mind. I was slowly plotting revenge in my brain.

"Don't you even want to know where we're going?" Lash gave me a brief sideways glance.

"Sure," I shrugged, and then adjusted my dress. Shrugging is not a good idea when you're wearing strapless.

"A restaurant. It's expensive, as you probably should have guessed," Well what if I didn't? "And there's dancing. So... We can dance."

"Tch, No kidding," I folded my arms and looked out the window. Hey, I may be where I wanna be, but I don't have to be happy about it.

"Will you lighten up? Listen! I said I'm sorry, and now I'm making it up to you! What else do you want from me?" Lash pounded his hands on the rims of the steering wheel.

"You got a time machine?" I shot at him. Nice.

The car ride was silent for the rest of the ride to the restaurant. When we got there, however, Lash was as gentlemanly as possible. Instead of having the valet open my door, he made sure he got to do it for me. He grabbed my hand to help me out of the car, which, I will admit, sent shivers and goosebumps up my arm, and he linked arms with me, escort style, while we walked into the fine-looking restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation?" Said the hostess right when we walked in. Well, they don't hesitate to ask questions, do they?

"Yes, under Davenport," Lash smirked at the hostess, who turned her nose up at him, and grabbed us two menu's.

"Your last name is Davenport?" Well, that's the first voluntary sentence all night!

"Yhep," Lash smiled at me. That sounded nice together... Lash Davenport. It just had a sort of ring... I'M NOT WEIRD. The hostess sat us, and snapped that our waiter would be with us momentarily. Yikes! She doesn't like kids, by the looks of it. Lash pulled out my seat for me, and the sat himself.

"What, did you go to etiquette school or something?" I smirked at him from across the table.

"No, I'm just chivalrous," Lash smiled back at me.

"I though chivalry was dead," I raised an eyebrow, putting my chin on my hand.

"Well, maybe it will be when I die," Lash raised both eyebrows at me. Our waiter arrived after his comment, and asked us what we'd like to drink, and we both said water. I said water coz it better be free, he's probably just thirsty.

There was an uncomfortable silence, but my eyes snapped up to Lash when he chuckled.

"What?" I put down my glass, which I'd been holding and swirling the water in.

"I just think it's funny," Lash shook his head.

"What's funny?" I folded my arms. He better not mean anything I'm wearing, because if he does, I swear that I'll punch him. And leave.

"The first time we met was because I knocked you over, and now look at us!" Lash looked around the restaurant, and I had to admit that he had a point. What are the odds that people who meet by getting knocked over end up going to a hoity-toity restaurant together?

We'd ordered at the same time the waiter brought us our drinks, and our food was already out. I'd just ordered a caesar salad, but Lash went all out. He ordered a steak. Here? That's gotta be like, eighty dollars.

"Lash, you can pay for this?" I leaned into the table. Lash chuckled, and I felt stupid.

"My dad owns every one of these restaurants around the world. I think I can afford it," Lash smiled as he started cutting up his steak. Wow... every one of these? That's... a lot of money. All that money and Lash is going to Sky High? Why? Tell me why!

I thought about keeping track of how much time we spent in silence, because after we started eating, we didn't really talk. Every once in a while I'd feel Lash staring at me, but when I'd look up, he'd so keenly be cutting his meat, once again.

After we were finished eating, Lash tapped my hand with his to get my attention.

"Do you want to dance?" Lash smiled hopefully. Hopefully! My mood is changing for the better!

"Uhm, sure," I smiled genuinely for the first time that night. We stood up and Lash led me to a room that seemed to be specifically designated to dancing. He led me out a little ways on the dance floor and turned to me, placing his hand on my waist, as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Do you know how to waltz?" Lash bent a little so I could hear him.

"Uhm, not very well," I admitted, blushing. Lash smiled.

"Just let me lead," He stood up right and started dancing with me, but I found myself looking at my feet for the first ten minutes we were dancing before I finally got a hang of it.

I looked around and noticed we were the only people here under fifty, and that most of them were staring at us. Scratch that, most of the old men were staring at me. Oh god, I hate old men.

Once I'd officially gotten the basic waltz step down, Lash threw in little tidbits like twirling and dipping me. I swear, I almost fell like twice.

We were dancing to a particularly pretty song when Lash said my name.

And I, being the pro that I am, looked up without faltering my steps.

"What?"

He was smiling. A weiiird smile. And he started leaning down. WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT. I could feel my face heating up to probably three hundred degrees.

He got closer, and he was almost less than an inch away from my face.

"Thanks," He said, and kissed me. You know how people talk about some kisses blowing off fireworks in their brains when they get a really good kiss?

Well, I didn't get any fireworks.

I GOT A FUCKING ATOMIC BOMB.

And all I could think was finally.

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OMG AMALIA'S GOING TO PUNCH ME FOR WHAT I DONE TO HER

MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'll calm down now

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