AN: Welcome to story two. Hopefully you can remember some of the names for a while, as this one won't use too many. This story is true for what I can recall, besides, it's from my point of view, so it doesn't matter what my friends say here, it's my story. (So sorry if a few minor details are left out)

Once again, I've altered the names of the people in this story so that they would allow me to post this.

"Hey, hey you. It's time to get up. Hey you, it's time to get up." This is what Gloves heard that morning when he woke up. Suddenly, a siren blared from the corner of his dresser.

"HEY!! GET YOUR FAT, LAZY (BEEP) OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!!!"

"Ugh, I can't believe how loud that thing is..." thought Gloves as he slammed his hand on the sleep button to his alarm clock. He rose slowly from his bed and blinked a bit. After he realized that it was still before 6:00, he immediately became mad at himself for setting his alarm that early.

"Why in the world would I do that?" he pondered as he turned off his alarm clock. "Oh yeah, I need to get my things ready for today. I guess I'd better shower first and wake myself up a bit..." Gloves dictated this to whomever he was talking. He did that a lot, especially when he was tired.

Gloves entered the shower and began to think some more about why he was even awake at this hour. After a minute or two, his mind finally decided to work a little and allow him to think about what it was that was so important today.

"Hmm. I know I'm going to school today, that means I get to see Lynette, which is always something to be excited for, but it's not that, I'm sure." Gloves ran options through his head quickly. He wasn't exactly sure whether he was thinking out loud or not, he was just that lost in thought. "Ah ha! It's homecoming today. That's got to be it. Wait, that means that the band performance is tonight. Just great. Okay, this means I go to school, which will suck; then I can't leave at 2:50, because I need to be there by 4:00, and it'd be a lot easier for everyone in my family if I just stayed. Okay, so I march in the parade, then I get to eat dinner. But I can't go home yet, there's still the halftime show to perform. *sigh* Oh well, at least I'll be able to chat with my friends in between."

Gloves stepped out of the shower, and got ready for school. While on the bus, he noted how much there was a lack of enthusiasm to be alive from all of his friends on the bus that were also in the high school marching band.

"So, today's Friday. Happy homecoming!" announced Gloves. The rest of the group just gave him an evil glare. "Okay, sorry. I didn't know you all were that out of it today"

After a few awkward minutes, Squeaky began with her jabber, "So anyway, I told him... *blah, blah, blah*." For Gloves, this was an amazing spectacle to behold. He'd never known a person who could make any story, like eating an apple, a great gossip story. He could make a funny story from an apple, but not a gossip story. "Wait, did you guys all remember to wear your band shirts?"

"NO!" boomed Gloves. "I'm a senior. I'm wearing my senior shirt. Just you wait, Burns'll be wearing his also."

"Yeah. I'm wearing my tennis shirt anyway." added Lynette.

"Your tennis shirt? Wait, hasn't that been over for a while?" questioned Gloves. Lynette explained the situation to Gloves, and as it turned out, he noticed that she either kept it covered, or changed out of it after a short amount of time. But he couldn't blame her, that thing was small, thin, and white. Not a very good thing to be wearing on a cool day.

Gloves's day went by pretty uneventfully, until the pep rally, or funfest as the school staff called it. Here, the four grades (freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior) were split up into four group in the gym. The funfest consisted of a bunch of competitions. After all the games were added, the seniors came out the victors, of course. The competition that gave Gloves the most pleasure was the "school spirit" competition. This was where each grade had to give the shout for their football team "Go Jaguars, Go Go!!!" as loud as they could. It was a pretty lame cheer, but it got fun after a while. To let you know how the grades sounded, let me liken each grade to a type of animal. The freshmen sounded like a rabbit trying to scream; the sophomores sounded like a group of confused monkeys, loud, but not organized; while the juniors and senior sounded like two lions roaring at each other.

Strangely enough, the part Gloves liked the least were the parts that the pompom squad, and the cheerleaders did their routines.

"I really don't like this part, Burns. I mean, you and I know what the pompom routine will look like. I didn't watch them much before, but I'm not sure I'm even going to look at all this time"

"I know what you mean, Gloves. Their dances just don't seem school appropriate."

"Besides! I don't think Pinky or Lynette would like it that much if you did watch!"

"Quiet McFool. Anyway, I'm not going to," Gloves quickly replied. The show seemed to drag on for Gloves, after all, if he wasn't watching the clock, he was trying to see what Lynette was doing (pathetic huh?). To try to pass some of the time, he and Burns turned away slightly and began to chat about what they would do after school that day.

After the funfest, Gloves headed to the band room to wait for all of his friends. Eventually, some of his friends filed in (Squeaky, Burns, Pinky, and Lynette) and they all began to converse. After a short while, everyone began to get thirsty, so they went to the vending machines to get a soda.

"Another opportunity for me to do something for Lynette," thought Gloves. Unfortunately, when he checked his wallet, he only had a twenty.

Lynette saw this and said, "Don't worry, I'll get you something."

"No, that's all right. I'll just get some water." A small argument began to develop, but was quickly ended with this phrase from Lynette:

"Hey. I know you want some."

Gloves smiled a bit as he thought of the connotations of what his girlfriend just said. "All right, I guess I'll take one."

"Good," stated Lynette as she pulled out an extra dollar.

As they chatted in near the main entrance to the school, Gloves kept thinking, "Dang, this sure is refreshing. I guess it's not so bad being treated every now and then." Everyone else was chatting at this time, and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Nothing really interesting happened at this time, except for the fact that Gloves almost choked on his drink.

After a short time passed, it was time for the parade. Since everyone there was in the marching band, all were able to stay and chat. Well, it was a bit more complicated than that, as Lynette needed to put her uniform on in the bathroom, Burns and a few others put their uniforms on in the uniform room (since they were on the "uniform crew"), and Gloves was in the middle of a "T" shaped hall. But it's safe to say that they tried to talk after they changed...

Out of everyone in the band, it's safe to say that Gloves had one of the strangest habits of all. He wore his jeans under the uniforms pants, but this can be justified as the band pants were too big, and he likes the extra warmth.

After the parade, the band performed a half-time show for the football spectators. This consisted of playing boring songs, while doing a lame routine. It must be said that they tried to do something for pre-game, but with their drum major, who didn't seem like one, they didn't do anything productive for pre-game.

They got back to the high school, and returned their uniforms. Gloves took especially long to put his uniform away, as he had a lapse in memory and couldn't remember his locker combination. Fortunately for him, Lynette took a long time to put up her uniform, period, so those two were able to stand in the "line" and blab. The "line", as they called it, was really a mass of people, who were all pushing to get to a door, or pushing to get away from the door. At this point, Gloves began to get very warm, for a few reasons: he was in a huge mass of people, which slowly filtered into a line, he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, with an undershirt, in a heated building, and he was carrying he uniform bag, which wasn't that bad, but given all the other conditions, this just made things a little worse.

After their uniforms were put away, Lynette and Gloves began to make plans for later that night. Basically, it was along the lines of whether they were too tired to do anything at all. Deciding the rest of the group was needed for this decision, Lynette and Gloves had a well needed chat. It was different from the chat in the line because there was nobody around, and it wasn't about how long the line was.

The group arrived, and it was decided that they all just went home. Since Lynette had no ride home, she called her parents to pick them up. (Please note that Gloves isn't bum that wouldn't offer his girlfriend a ride home, he just doesn't have a car.) Knowing that fact, it's easy to see why Gloves accepted Lynette's invitation for a ride home. As the two of them stood outside in the cool Autumn air, the two of them continued to chat about whatever came into their heads.

Out of exhaustion, Gloves sat down, only to freeze his rear on the cold pavement. Not letting his face change to the cold, and think this was a god time for a joke, he invited Lynette to sit as well.

"No thanks, if I sit down, I won't be able to get up."

"I can help you up"

"I'd just rather not..."

"All right."

"Oh my gosh!"

"What?"

"I forgot, I'm supposed to be helping out with the yearbooks. I'd better go check that. Please watch my stuff for me."

"All right, I'll just wait here."

When Lynette returned, Gloves noted how tired she looked.

"Are you alright?" asked Gloves.

"Yeah, I'm just tired." And she wasn't kidding there. From the look in her eyes, Gloves thought for sure that if he left her alone, she might just pass out from exhaustion. He noted that her shoulders sagged far more than they would from a day that would just make her tired, and she swayed a bit when she stood. Plus, she didn't lift her head much.

"Are you sure? Here, why don't we sit down. When your mom gets here, I'll help you up" suggested Gloves.

"No, I'm fine" replied Lynette as she put her hands to her head.

"What's wrong?"

"My head just hurts." This made Gloves even more nervous. He remembered that one day, when he Lynette, and a few of their friends, were at a school event, that he had similar things. He was tired, his head ached, and he just looked like a wreck. That night, after he thought everyone had left, he steeped outside for some fresh air, and he nearly passed out in front of the school.

"Alright, if you say so..." Gloves replied as he put he arm around her, which eventually faded to just holding her hand, to letting her stand on her own again. A few more minutes passed as the two continued to chat.

Lynette's mother showed up, and Gloves was dropped off at home. Nothing really interesting happened here, but Gloves was sure glad that Lynette's mom showed up.

That night, Gloves lay in bed and thought about that day. He thought about the look in Lynette's eyes as she assured him that she was fine, and how he disbelieved every word of it. But those thoughts didn't last. He had the homecoming dance to look forward to the next night...