AN - The normal apologies for being so slow to update. Can't promise how soon the next one will be out, either.
Dedication - Victory Thru Tears, for encouraging me, inspiring me, and because I owe you a dedication, my big sister! ~-^

The rather odd sounds from the previous chapter came from an alleged Dean Portman's resting-place. Indeed, he was not out in search of himself, as Adam might have believed.

"Porty…" Fulton mused at the sign on the door once they were done disturbing the peace.

"Huh? What?" A mindless ouff replied. In truth, he wasn't as dense as everyone thought him…he simply thought that daydreaming was far better than real-life. The content of his daydreams is something I will exclude from this portion of the story, but you will see the 'out in space' Portman again… I assure you.

He had his hair in "Tom Felton" style…straightened and slicked back. In other words, minus the bleach. He sported a ragged black muscle shirt, and torn up jeans.

Fulton was not much better. His hair was disgraceful - flipped and damp with perspiration.

He grinned at Portman, who was lilting a low, bass note that crackled and faltered now and then.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. -"

"Portman, dear… please. You can tell me how you feel anytime…just…don't…sing."

"Wh-why? You don't like it?" He whimpered, casting an infamous puppy-dog-eye-look. Fulton sighed.

"Okay! You can sing!" Portman grinned happily, and bounced around the room like a kangaroo on caffeine. However, he did not sing again.

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Adam darted through the dorms, in search of some one who could help him. He was unsuccessful, and incredibly close to giving up altogether. Just then, Connie rounded the corner.

"Connie!" He shrieked hopefully, with a platinum smile pasted on his face.

"Oh…hi Adam." She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Will you please help me?" His tone was needy, as he contemplated whether or not to get down on his knees and beg.

"I'm kind of busy…" He immediately fell to the ground.

"Please? Please! Oh, Please Connie… Cons… Pretty please!" She giggled, and rolled her eyes.

"What kind of help?" He stood up, cursing himself, for now his knees were sore.

"Well…I need a makeover."

"I'll say -" He cut her off.

"No..no. It's for a date." He explained with a blush.

"Ooh! Who's the lucky girl, then?"

"Well…uhm. You see…" He was completely flushed now.

"Oh!" She squeaked. "So Charlie finally got what he wanted, eh?" She added with a chuckle.

Adam looked bewildered, but said nothing. He was looking at Connie expectantly.

"Okay! Okay! I'll help you." She smiled, and Adam began to jump up and down.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Meanwhile…

"Who can I get to help me?" Charlie muttered under his breath. He knew that Adam would look beautiful no matter what he wore, or how he wore it.

But me, on the other hand…I could stop a freight train some days. I need as much help as I can get.

(Frankly, I agree…some days.)

He ran down the halls, knocking a few absent-minded ducks onto their rears. Averman happened to be one of them.

"Hey! You just squished my tail feathers!" Averman screeched, making a crack about being a duck.

"Sorry!" Charlie yelled back, while speeding around a corridor and bumping into Julie.

"Julie, yes! You have to help me!" She stepped back, raising her eyebrows.

"I do?" She seemed amused by Charlie's desperate tone of voice.

"Yes…I'm going out with Adam tonight. You have to help me." His eyes were pleading, and Julie smiled.

"Well, okay. I think we both know that Connie will have Adam looking incredibly glamorous…so we'll have a lot to do. Get ready."

"Wait…Connie's helping Adam?" He swallowed nervously.

"Yeah, I just came from her room. Trust me, we have a lot to do." Her tone held purpose.

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"Fultooooooooon!" Portman whined.

"What, Portman?" He replied, a bit exasperated.

"Um… I."

"You what?"

"I…uh…I." Fulton leaned forward expectantly.

"You what?"

"Umm… I…I forgot." Portman grinned sheepishly, and Fulton groaned.

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"Connie…" Adam whined.

"Shut up, Adam." She snapped.

"Connie!" He shrieked.

"Be quiet!"

"Owwieee…." He fussed.

"For the last time, shut your mouth!" She growled.

Connie could be very ferocious when it came to fashion.

"But Connie -"

"No buts! Beauty is pain, Adam! Lots of pain…" She snorted, turning around and muttering something along the lines of 'And that was just his eyebrows'.

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"Okay, ducky…what's the style you're going for?" Julie inquired with a yawn.

Charlie shrugged.

"Well, there are lots…but in your case, most of them would look… bad, to say the least."

"Hey!" Charlie scowled, looking offended.

"It's true, so shh. You could go for a simple appeal." He nodded, and she continued, "You could have dumpy," She motioned to what he was wearing, "You could have preppy, or, of course, work off a casual sex appeal."

He nodded vigorously at the last option, and Julie walked to her closet, digging for a moment. With a flourish, she pulled out a black article of clothing, to a squeal from Charlie.

"Julie, I am not wearing that!"

"Yes, you are." She advanced, as he backed away.

"You can't make me!" He cowered in the corner.

"Oh yeah? We'll just see about that."

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AN - Ok! This was written while I was watching Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me. While in a fifteen-passenger van with six hyper baton twirlers, four spirited mothers, and more luggage than people! =) At the moment I was writing this AN, they were all asleep, or silent. It was excellent for me concentration. So, forgive me if the chapter is incredibly cheesy.