A/N: Hello, amazing darlings! I'm actually incredibly happy today (which is almost rare, truthfully). So, I actually found the motivation to get off my butt and write this chapter!
ALSO: I am currently in the process of a NEW story! It's another uncommon idea, so if you wanna know more about this NEW STORY! go to my website! (link in bio!) On the site you wanna go to the "Upcoming Projects" page! :)
One last note: I keep putting "Hey Now" in the disclaimer, and never putting it into the chapter. That's because I keep rearranging ideas for this story, so THIS chapter has "Hey Now."
Disclaimer: I don't own "Hey Now" (How to Rock A Guest List)
Not long after, after Stevie's showered, dried, dressed and brushed through her curly hair, she's walking to Nelson's house. What am I gonna say to him? she wonders. She walks past the usual places—the park, 7 bus stops, and neighboring houses.
When she gets to his house, she walks up to the front door and knocks. Nelson doesn't answer right away, and Stevie begins to wonder how long she's gonna be waiting on this front step. It's only ten in the morning... he should be home, she thinks. She turns to walk away, but as she's halfway down the steps, she hears, "Stevie?"
She turns around.
"Mrs. Baxter! Hi, is Nelson home?" Stevie suddenly feels bad for coming so early. Sure, ten in the morning is ten in the morning, but even that is sort of early. Stevie begins to feel awkward standing there and she says quickly, "Never mind... it's early anyway, and I can wait a little longer."
"It's not that, darling," Mrs. Baxter says. "Nelson spent the night at Kevin's house. I just feel bad you came all this way for nothing," she explains. Oh, Stevie thinks.
"No, it wasn't that long of a walk really, Mrs. Baxter. I'll just go on over to Kevin's," Stevie says, smiling at the woman. Mrs. Baxter nods her head and smiles back—Nelson really got his looks from her, Stevie thinks. She walks back down the steps and down the walk, back the way she came.
Stevie, after a long time of walking for ten in the morning, finally arrives at Kevin's house. She knocks on the front door and waits on the front step. She waits until a very disoriented, half-asleep Kevin answers the door. "Oh, hey Stevie. What are you doing here at—" he checks the watch on his wrist, "—eleven in the morning?"
"I cam to talk to Nelson, actually..." she says, shifting her weight from her left leg to her right. Kevin nods his head and holds up one finger. "HEY NELSON! STEVIE'S HERE!"
Stevie jumps, not expecting Kevin to have screamed for Nelson. It takes a few minutes, but soon Nelson comes to the door. "Hi, Steves," he greets, rubbing his left eye. "Did you guys just wake up?" Stevie asks, raising her eyebrows.
Nelson nods his head.
"Whatcha need?" he asks. "Nelson, do you remember at the Prom when you said I'd be singing live?" Stevie asks, running her fingers through her curls absently. "Yep?"
"Nelson, you left the CD in the gymnasium... and Zander found it," Stevie says, looking at Nelson now. Nelson frowns and looks back at Stevie. "I really screwed up, didn't I?" he asks.
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In the Garfunkel household, Molly and Grace sit on Molly's bed, legs crossed, talking quietly. Grace is hugging one of the decoration pillows to her chest, frowning slightly. The TV across the room is playing reruns of Family Matters, on mute. "What are we going to do about Kacey?" Grace asks, squeezing the pillow. She looks around Molly's bedroom—a pristine, neat, fancy French design.
Molly shrugs and brushes her dark hair out of her eyes that's escaped her hair elastic. "She's always the center of attention! What she's trying to pull off now, 'Dreaming Cinderella'—" Molly gesturing air-quotes around the title, "—is no different!" she cries, her expression looks cold and hard.
"A-Are you still upset about Kacey making me her new number-two Perf?" Grace asks, hugging the pillow tighter, afraid Molly might snap. Molly's hard expression softens, and she gently runs her fingers through Grace's wavy blonde hair, like a mother would to her daughter. "No, Grace... I don't care about that," Molly says, rolling her eyes as this is somewhat of a lie. "Okay, I don't care about it anymore, at least."
Grace nods her head.
Molly always has a mean guard up around people, because if not, people would walk all over her. Truthfully, Kacey walks all over everyone, but Molly's always been able to keep her dignity. When it comes to Grace, though—sweet, caring, lovely Grace... all guards come down.
Like "mother-mode" if you can call it that.
Only Grace has ever seen this side of Molly. Honestly, she's always liked it better, but Molly will never give the sweet, mother-like act to anyone, but Grace.
"Do you have a plan?" Grace asks, putting the pillow down at her side. Molly smirks.
"Of course, Gracie! I mean, it's not totally thought out, but it's a base to start with," Molly explains, fixing one of Grace's stray waves. Grac nods her head again. "Don't worry, Gracie," she says gently.
Grace smiles at the sound of her nickname.
"Come on. Let's go get hot chocolate... it's cold out for spring," Molly smiles, taking Grace's wrist and leading her out of her bedroom. "Okay, Molly!" Grace says.
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In Kacey's bedroom...
Na na na na
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Na na na na
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Like a bird in the sky
Yeah, you know I'm flyin' high
And if you don't like it
It's alright, I don't care why
It's one thing on my mind
All day, all night
Only going to the top
Never, never gonna stop
And I won't look down
No one can hold me back
Not even worth my time
Hope you're on top of yours
'Cause I'm on top of mine
Nothing can hold me back
I'll be the first in line
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
No one can hold me back
Not even worth my time
Hope you're on top of yours
'Cause I'm on top of mine
Nothing can hold me back
I'll be the first in line
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Hey now, hey now, hey now
Come on, come on
Kacey frowns as she stops singing. I have to convince Zander that I'm Dreaming Cinderella! UGH! I don't know the song though!
"But wait..." Kacey says, looking toward the direction of her night-stand. The mask... she smirks. All I need is the mask!
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"Zander!" Kacey cries, walking up to him, her arms behind her back. He's just stepping out of his car, and as he gets out, he turns to face his ex-girlfriend.
"What is it, Kacey?" he asks, a slight edge to his tone. "Baby—Zander, I know we had a fall out not long ago... but we were okay the other night, weren't we?" she asks, giving him a hopeful look. Zander raises his eyebrows giving her a confused look.
"At the Prom?" Kacey says, hoping to jog his memory.
Zander rolls his eyes and gives Kacey a stern look. Sure, maybe he's being a bit too edgy, but Kacey had pushed him around for the last time. "Either tell me what you mean, or go away," he snaps.
Kacey sighs, somewhat hurt.
"Maybe this will ring a bell," she says, moving her arms from behind her back. There in her left hand is the mask. His jaw drops as he stares at it. "Y-You're Dreaming Cinderella?" he asks, running his blistered—playing the ukulele does that—fingers over the face of the mask. "That's impossible," he says, looking Kacey in the eyes.
Her eyes give nothing away. She looks as innocent as a child asking for candy.
"Everything was so different with her... the dance, the kiss..." he says, mostly to himself. Kacey keeps her face calm as her mind screams KISS?! WHAT KISS?!
"It all didn't feel different to me... well, maybe more magical," she says, smiling at him. Zander doesn't smile back. He isn't really sure what to say. Kacey can't be my Cinderella... everything was so different! he thinks.
Zander shakes his head.
"Kacey... it just can't be..." he says, running his fingers through his hair. "It is, Zander. I wanted to get you back so badly! I... I miss you," she says, frowning. Zander can't exactly deny that he's missed her too. "Please, baby... you have to believe me!" Kacey frowns.
He takes the mask from her hands and looks at it. "You're Dreaming Cinderella... my Cinderella," he smiles. Kacey smiles back and wraps her arms aroundd his neck, hugging him tightly. He presses his lips to her forehead gently. "Yes, Kacey. You're my Cinderella."
A/N: AND SO CONCLUDES CHAPTER 14! Let me know what you thought? :D Thanks darlings! OH! So, some people on twitter want me to show them what I look like... but I'm only doing it for 10 RTs ;) haha. So, if you wanna see what I look like, AND you have a twitter, go and RT here
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