"Oh, but why not?" he laughed.

"Because I said so." I replied.

"I have no problem with your pajamas. I'm just simply stating my opinion. I like Care Bears more than frogs." he smiled.

I noticed a twinkle in his eyes. Weird.

"And I happen to like my frogs." I replied.

"I didn't know you had frogs."

"Ok, now you're just getting annoying." I said.

"Good."

"Ok, I'm back." Ken said.

Finally. I don't think I could stand much more of him alone.

"I got root beer for you, Laura. But no going psycho (Sound familiar, Kathy? Well, except instead of Orange Soda?). I don't think I could put up with that again." he continued.

"At least we aren't on a plane, this time." I said.

"Do I want to know?" Adam asked.

"Probably not." I replied.

We sat and talked for about an hour before Ken had to rush off to practice, since he was already 10 minutes late.

"Did you know there's a dance coming up?" Adam asked.

"Nope. I didn't have a clue." I replied, looking around for my CD case.

"It's a formal dance. All the girl are going crazy wondering whose going to ask them, and what they're going to wear to it." he continued.

"See, I don't worry about those things. Because I don't go to dances, well, actually, I've never been asked to one. And I loathe and despise all dresses. Skirts are fine, but I hate dresses. I have no idea why."

"Would you go to this dance if someone asked you?" he asked.

"Depends on who asked me. It would have to be the right person. The first and last dance I went to, I ended up walking home, because my date was drunk, and didn't want to call his parents to come get us. I was 12."

"Would you go if the monkey asked you?" he mumbled.

"What?!" I cried.

"I asked if you'd go if I asked you?"

I smiled. "Yes. I would."

"Then will you go with me?"

"Yes. I will."

"Aw, crap, I have practice in 20 minutes, I'll see you later." he kissed my cheek and ran off.

"That was weird. And what the hell is it with him and my pajamas!?!"

I was just sitting down to do some homework, when someone knocked on the door.

"You can just come in." I called.

"Hi." a girl peeked her head.

She had purple hair, and by the looks of it, her normal color was brown. She was wearing a soccer uniform, too.

"Hi." I replied.

"I'm Jennifer. I take it you the new girl."

"I've been going to school here for at least a month."

"I meant in the dorm." she replied.

Something tells me this girl lives for gossip.

Why me?!

"Yes. As a matter of fact I am the new girl. And if you don't mind, I'm going to read my book and listen to my music at full blast until I decide I want to sleep. Then I will find a way to turn it up higher." I responded.

"You don't need to be so rude. I was just wondering." she said, getting huffy.

"I don't care. The last thing I need right now is the world's biggest gossiper in my face asking questions that I don't particularly want to answer."

"So, is it true that you quit hockey?"

"Like that!" I screamed, slamming the door.

"Normal schools favor football. But not this one. They favor hockey. And anything that happens to one of the players suddenly becomes everyone's business. Why me? Why couldn't I have just gone to a normal school? One that favors football, and where the football players think they rule the school? But no! Not me. I have to go to Eden Hall. That's it. I'm renaming this sorry excuse for a school. Eden Hell."

Knock, knock.

"What?" I screamed.

"Uh, hi. I'm Maya. Your new roommate." a girl poked her head inside. She had long golden blonde hair. I tend to look at hair colors. You can tell a lot about a person by they're hair color and smile. Or at least that's what I've been told. I don't know what you can tell by them, though.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Nice pj's." she smiled.

"So I've been told. Although, I prefer your opinion over his."

"Boyfriend troubles?"

"I wish. No, just a guy that always catches me at the worst times. When I'm wearing pajamas. Whether they be Care Bears or frogs."

"Ok."

"Don't mind me. I like to babble."

"Ok."

The next morning, I wasn't alone at my table in the back of the cafeteria. Maya sat with me. And then, of all people, Adam joined us.

"I'm beginning to think you look a lot better in your pajamas." he said, sitting down.

"Maya, this is Adam. Adam, this is my new room mate, Maya. And as I said before, you're not allowed to see my pajamas anymore." I said, staring intently at my orange.

"It's not going to get up and walk away." Maya said.

"Huh?" I looked up.

"You were staring intently at the orange. Just thought you might like to know that it won't get up and walk away."

"Oh." I said.

"Are you going to the dance?" Adam asked Maya.

"Yeah. Somebody already asked me. Kinda freaky, considering I just got here yesterday." Maya smiled.

"Wanna go look at dresses with me after school, then?" I asked her.

"Sure. I haven't anything better to do."

Adam walked away after that. Something about not wanting to get into a 'girly' conversation. Guys, go figure.

Classes went well. Most of the Varsity players were avoiding me like the black plague. Which suits me just fine. I have somebody to talk to in class, now, too.

Maya's in all but 2 of my classes. Spanish and math. She has to take Algebra, she's failed 3 times now. I looked at her book to help her, because I took the class last year, got a straight D- average. But one look at the book, which resembles the evil book I threw out a window only months before, and had to take some aspirin. Maya laughed for an hour after that.

"Who are you going to the dance with?" she asked me on the way to a dress shop. We were going to a bridal shop. Don't ask why, I'm not quite sure of that myself, but Maya kinda scares me.

"Adam. You met him this morning at breakfast." I replied.

"The guy who doesn't like girly conversations?"

"Yeah, that's the guy."

"Oh, cool."

"Who are you going with?"

"Fulton Reed."

"He's kinda scary."

"Yeah. I've known him since I was three. He asked me this morning. All the hockey players have to go, with dates. Something about some award."

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Here. We're going in this shop. Not a bridal shop, and please don't hit me again."

3 hours, 42 dress shops, 179 dresses and 342 pairs of shoes later, we had found our dresses and were on our way to our dorm. Hers is a light blue spaghetti strap dress that flows out at the waist and she found a pair of white strappy dress shoes. I almost killed myself when I tried her shoes on.

Mine's is a shimmering purple (if you can't tell, that's my favorite color), no straps, since it was the only dress that fit me, it flows out a little at the waist, but not so much as Maya's does. Besides, that kind of thing looks good on her, not on me. And I found silver strappy shoes. Maya's in love with them.

"I'm mad at you." Maya told me as we walked past a group of girls laughing.

"It's not entirely my fault, you know." I responded.

"I'm still mad at you."

"Ok. It's not my fault we got kicked out of 4 shops because I went a little nuts seeing the little girl dresses. I have a soft spot for them."

"So do I. But I'm not the one who bought 5 of them."

"They're Christmas presents for Kaylee."

"Who's Kaylee?"

"My daughter. She's three."

"Oh. Cool."

"Hey, Maya, Laura!" Fulton yelled.

He ran over, followed by Adam and Portman.

"Did you guys find dresses?" Fulton asked.

"Yes. And got kicked out of 4 shops in the process." Maya replied, glaring at me.

"That cloud looks almost exactly like Cap' in Crunch." I said, staring at the sky.

"She also bought 3 little girl dresses."

"For Kaylee."

By now, almost the entire school knows about Kaylee. Not surprising since Riley and Cole posted fliers about the entire school telling about her. They even had a picture of her.

"The clouds look nice today, or something, Laura?" Portman asked.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, they look downright lovely. You should look at them, too."