A/N: All of my poetry is gone. I finally realized that it really sucked so I'm moving on. I'm going to try and finish this fic since it's been hanging in the back of my mind. So here goes. We'll see how long it takes to finish this thing. Also, I re-read the whole fic up to this point and parts are sort of bad...oh well. Chapter 8 was pretty good. Some of my charming wit peaked through. Anyways, the show must go on!

October 12

The day.

The dance is today.

I'm so screwed.

I don't think I'll be able to get through the night without totally losing control of myself and just dropping down and proclaiming my love for Mia.

That would cause some excitement. It would also be totally pathetic and pointless.

But I would never do anything to embarrass Mia.

Never.

October 12 (later)

School went by soooooo slowly. I could hardly stand it. I kept fidgeting, and in G&T I kept glancing at Mia. Pete saw me once and raised is eyebrows at me. I shrugged and went back to my work (which I unfortunately had to do since Mia didn't have any Algebra homework).

The dance is in four hours.

October 12 (later)

Three hours.

October 12 (later)

Two hours.

October 12 (later)

One hour.

October 12 (later)

Showtime.

A/N: Hope this was slightly enjoyable. Please please please please please review!