A/N: Hey sorry this took so long to get up, been crazy busy with things, life, people, performing, and being in a really off mood for the basically the entire last month…But now that I'm feeling better I only have one excuse…a very serious problem that goes by the name of *cue dramatic music* Candy Crush Saga. Anyways thanks everyone for reading and special thanks to Maknatuna, Guest, mrsmarshallmathers1, and Larkafree for leaving me reviews!

D.I.D. (Damsel In Distress)

The next day was just as sunny as the last. I got to school with only a few minutes to spare and my heart did that stupid sinking thing again when I seen no sign of Castiel's obnoxiously yellow car. As they day progressed the stupid thing just kept sinking as Cass didn't show up in the cafeteria at lunch and as I sat through Biology Cassless.

After the last bell rang my day finally brightened when I found out that although she'd been invited, Lisa couldn't make it to Port Angeles with us. Once she'd updated me, Becky followed me home to drop of the Impala and then we headed to Channing's house.

The drive to Port Angeles passed by quickly with Becky talking nearly nonstop about how well her date with Chuck had gone and how she hoped that they would progress to their first-kiss stage by Saturday. And as Becky talked, I vowed to myself that I would stay in a good mood for the rest of the night, even if it was just for my friends' sakes.

As soon as we got to the city Becky took us to the biggest department store, hoping that they would have employees to tell us exactly what 'semi-formal' meant. Of course as soon as we found out the definition and were walking through the store the conversation turned to me.

"You've really never been to a dance?" Channing asked.

"No," I answered honestly, desperately wanting to switch the subject back to – and God help me for this one – Becky and Chuck's relationship.

"Didn't you ever go with you know…a boyfriend or something?" Becky pressed.

I bit my lip trying to come up with something to tell them that wasn't, I'm the only gay man alive who can't fucking dance, now drop it! "Well I never really had a boyfriend," I shrugged, "I didn't even go out that much."

"Well why not? I mean, you're hot!" Becky exclaimed.

"I never really felt the urge to ask anyone out and no one ever really asked me out," I replied honestly.

"People ask you out here," Becky reminded me as she looked through a rack labeled 'semi-formal', "And you tell them no."

"Well, you know, except for Lisa," Channing added almost inaudibly.

"What?" I asked, whipping my head around to look at her.

"I told you it wasn't true!" Channing half-whispered half-hissed in Becky's direction.

"What's not true?" I demanded, starting to get frustrated.

"Well…" Becky trailed off, "Lisa sorta told everyone that the two of you were going to prom together."

"That bitch said what?" I hissed.

Becky and Channing just nodded.

My shock quickly turned to irritation, and all I wanted to do was plot how I was going to mutilate her body, but we'd made it too dress rack and I had work to do. "Okay…Fuck Lisa; let's just focus on the friggin dresses."

Becky nodded excitedly and her and Channing began looking through the store's midsized dress selection.

I sighed and sat down in a squishy chair next to the department's three-way mirror and tried to look like I wasn't pouting – because I seriously wasn't goddammit!

Becky pretty much instantly became torn between two dresses: one a long jet-black strapless that she was sure Chuck would love and the other a knee-high blue one with accents at the top that Becky insisted "made her boobs look good." I chuckled and told her to go with the blue one because it complimented her eyes.

Shortly after that Channing found a pale pink dress that we all voted fit her frame perfectly.

Then finally both the girls made 'double sure' that they had found the perfect dress I helped them put back the rejects and we moved onto shoes and accessories. But naturally the "Girl's Night" high couldn't last forever and pretty soon all of the enigma that was Cass came creeping back into me – and not in a sexy way! – bringing all the gloom and uncertainty I was feeling towards him back with it.

"Channing?" I started hesitantly while she was trying on shoes and Becky was a safe distance away in Jewelry.

"Yeah?" She smiled, looking up from the pink shoes that matched the color of her dress perfectly.

My chest tightened and I chickened out at the last minute, "Those are nice shoes; you should get them."

"You think?" She asked, her eyes sparkling as her smile widened. "I mean, even though they'll never match anything other than this one dress?"

"Why not?" I grinned, "I mean they're on sale and everything, girl." I cringed at my last statement, because Jesus! Could I have sounded a little more gay?!

Channing just smiled and slid the lids back on the boxes she wasn't getting.

I cleared my throat and tried again, "Um…Channing?"

"Yeah?" She smiled curiously.

"Is it normal for the Cullens, you know Cass-" I moved my eyes to the ground and quickly added the rest of his name, "-tiel's family to, you know, miss a lot of school?"

The smiled that she gave me instantly told me that I had failed miserably at my attempt to sound nonchalant. "Yes, when the weather's clear and dry they go backpacking or camping up in the mountains, even Dr. Cullen." Then she looked back to her shoes without so much as one of the million questions that Becky would have been firing at me if I'd asked her.

I was really starting to like hanging out with Channing…

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After the girls had gotten everything they needed and the three of us had put all of their bags in the car, Becky brought up the idea of us taking a walk down by the bay before dinner.

"I'm good," I told her, "I think I'm gonna go try and find a record store."

"Oh, well we could just go with you," Channing suggested, "There's one right down the street."

"No, that's fine; we can just meet up at the restaurant in an hour or so." I smiled.

"Alright," Becky nodded, "Be careful."

"I will," I chuckled, "You guys have fun." I waved and headed in the direction Channing had gestured in.

I found the record store easily enough, but after a quick glance at its crystal and dream catcher filled windows I decided to avoid the embarrassment of going in asking the gray haired Indian woman behind the counter where the classic rock section was. I shook my head and began walking in the other direction in hopes of finding a normal record store.

As I wandered towards what I hoped was downtown I got lost in my head with my seemingly endless battle not to think about him, what Channing had said about him, and more than anything: trying to beat my hopes down for Saturday. Naturally as soon as I had succeeded I looked up and there was a yellow Mustang parked on the curb.

I groaned and stomped around the corner towards two more stores that I hoped where what I was looking for, but turned out to be a Real Estate office and a rundown repair shop. I sighed and looked down at my watch, seeing that it was still way too early to go back and find the girls. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times and took a deep breath in hopes of calming myself before continuing down the street and around another corner.

After a few more minutes of walking south I realized that I was walking in the wrong direction of downtown and that the only other people I seen on the streets were headed north. I sighed again for what felt like the millionth time and turned around what felt like the millionth corner to head east this time towards yet another corner that would take me back north, where I would hopefully find a record store.

As I got closer to the corner a group of four guys rounded it, walking my way as they laughed, joked and shoved each other around. I watched them carefully out of the corner of my eye as they got closer and noticed that they weren't much older than me, but definitely taller with much more muscular builds.

I swallowed nervously as they continued to get closer and scooted as close to the wall as possible so that they would have plenty of room to pass me.

"Hey there!" One of them called as they passed.

"Hi," I mumbled on reflex, glancing up to see that two of them had paused and the other two were slowing down. The one closest to me – a heavyset dark haired man, wearing an open grey flannel shirt, cut-off jeans, and sandals – looked to be the one who had spoken. He shifted towards me and I quickly looked away, walking faster down the street towards the next corner as their laughter filled the street.

"Hey, baby, wait up!" One of them called after me.

I ignored them, keeping my eyes down as my heart tried to pound its way out of my chest and turned the corner onto a strip of sidewalk running along the back of what looked like several old warehouses. Fucking great, just what I needed: A dark blank street to get raped on.

And as if I wasn't already feeling like a complete and utter D.I.D. the sky picked that moment to fill with clouds and nearly block out the setting sun. Fucking perfect.

A/N#2: So I hope you like and the next chapter should be up soon as I'm finally starting to be in a good mood again P.S. Please leave me reviews, they make my days brighter!

Oh and incase you were wondering I got the abbreviation for damsel in distress from the Disney film Hercules, I friggin love that movie like Dean loves pie!