Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Animorphs. Do I really have to repeat it for you people?

"So," I mumbled.

"So. . ." echoed Fionna.

"Um, do you, well, um, you know - do you want to come over tonight?" I looked down. It seemed as if time had stopped. People were walking around us in the hallway as students gathered their books and bags to go home. But it was all muffled, somehow - as if we shared some weird private bubble or something.

"Marco, I -"

"Of course you don't have to!"

"But Marco - "

"I mean, I'm sure you've made other plans or something. . ."

"MARCO!" Fionna shouted, forcing me to look up at her instead of the rather interesting mud spot on my sneaker. She giggled.

"Marco, I'd love to come over tonight. . ." She blushed faintly, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

"Ohh. . . Well, okay then!" I said a little too enthusiastically.

Fionna giggled again. "When do you want me to come over?"

"Anytime is fine. My dad'll be making dinner, and he's a pretty good cook. You could come over this afternoon if you'd like. . ." the last part of my sentence was barely audible. I prayed she heard me. I didn't want to try to repeat my sentences.

"That would be great!" She said sweetly. "We could get an early start on our project for Lit. . . . and you could show me the way to your house." She blushed again.

So we walked over to the pay phone so Fionna could call home, and then we walked to the bus that would take us to my neighborhood.

Author's Note: Okay, well, I'm back again, everyone! After studying, testing, catching up on sleep, or in other words, an altogether unintended hiatus, I'm hear to post more chapters to my stories! Okay, so read and REVIEW, REVEW, REVIEW! I'll be back soon with another chapter! Ja ne! - Starmoon