Goldberg paced back and fourth across his bedroom fiddling with his tie. There was twenty minutes until the dance started and he couldn't knot the damn thing. He'd only worn a tie twice in his life, his bar mitzvah and Grandfather's funeral, those had both been a clip ons. He was nervous and stressed and that wasn't helping his chubby, fumbling fingers do their job. Finally he gave up and went in search of reinforcements.
He tapped on the door to the room right next to his and it opened to reveal both Guy and Banks.
"Guys one of you have to help me here, before I choke myself."
The door swung open again and Charlie bobbed in.
"Great minds think alike, Goldie."
Guy and Adam looked at each other and rolled their eyes, shaking their heads in amusement. You'd think after going to Eden Hall for over a year Charlie and Goldberg would've learned to tie a tie, but no. It was pretty comical actually to see the two of them struggling like buffoons with the thin slivers of material.
"You take Charlie, I'll get Goldberg." Guy said with a snort.
"Yeah." Banks nodded with a smile and headed toward Charlie.
"So, are you nervous?" Guy asked his friend as he tied his tie neatly.
Goldberg shook his head.
"No, not at all, I'm merely so terrified I'm about to wet myself."
"Well do it out in the hall, Banksie just bought a new carpet for in here."
"I can feel the love Guy, it's overwhelming."
"Uh huh, don't be so cynical. Did you buy her a corsage?"
"No, should I have?" Goldberg shook his head.
"Duh, yeah." Guy rolled his eyes again. "Girls' love getting flowers."
"Crap."
Guy walked over to his desk and picked up the clear plastic box that was sitting on top of it. Inside was a delicate orchid wristlet.
"Here, take the one I bought Connie."
"Connie will kill you if you show up without her flower Germaine."
"Nah, I'll just pick her a rose from the bush in front of our dorm, it'll be alright. Besides, if she gets mad, I'll tell her what really happened to hers."
"Thanks Guy, you're a real pal."
"Damn straight, I'm willing to face the wrath of my angry violent girlfriend for you."
"Okay, Beeves, Butthead, let's get going." Charlie called from where he was standing with his hand on the doorknob. And Goldie was off to meet the girl of his dreams.
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Kate sighed as she stood in front of the mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection. She hated being short, even with heals on her dress was still brushing the floor. She couldn't seem to find the right style for her soft brown hair and her hands were shaking so badly she'd smudged her eyeliner. Kate Simpson was heading for a breakdown.
"Lizzie, would you be really mad if I just skipped the dance all together?" The petite brunette plopped one the edge of her bed with a frown.
"Kate, I'd throttle you. Now get up before you wrinkle your dress." Her roommate replied, latching a exquisite strand of pearls around her neck.
"Why bother? I look like a ten year old little girl, walking around in her mother's clothes."
Elizabeth stopped applying her shimmering lip gloss and looked over to her friend.
"Now that's not true, you look adorable, that dress is perfect for you."
Kate had bought a dazzling golden silk gown that looked fantastic with her medium complexion and dark eyes and hair. Subconsciously she knew her appearance was flawless but she was searching for some excuse to get out of going to the dance. Thoughts had been running through her head all night, things like 'What if he doesn't line me?' and 'What if it turns out to be Greg that I'm meeting?' that would either be the most perfect coincidence in the world or an awful one. There's no one on the planet that doesn't wish their lover were their best friend, except her. To Kate their friendship was far to valuable to her, to waste on a romance that could fizzle out as fast as it started.
Portman's girlfriend stood up from her vanity and crossed the room, tacking her brush with her. In a second she had Kate's soft coffee locks piled on the top of her head, with a few tendrils framing her face. It took her little effort and Kate could've easily done it herself, had she relaxed and got to business rather then spending the time trying to think of an escape.
"I wish I looked like you." Kate wined as Lizzie twirled in front of the mirror.
Liz smiled, her blonde curls were cascading dramatically down her back and her pink and tangerine taffeta gown fit like a glove. It was no wonder her dark haired comrade envied her.
"Maybe I'm born with it, maybe it's Mabeline."
"Right, come one Cover Girl, I better just get this over with."
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Reagan stood by the huge vase in the foyer in front of the auditorium wringing her hand anxiously. Her actions not coinciding with her 40's Hollywood glamour look, in the black strapless satin dress, with white elbow length gloves and her hair twisted elegantly up on to her head. She looked sophisticated, like some Blonde Hollywood Bombshell at a movie premiere, that night Reagan Lambert could've easily been Grace Kelley. Yet at that moment she had little poise and composure, her nerves were frazzled and her blood pressure was high. Even being as popular as she was, she was scared and fearful of the potential rejection she faced.
There was always the chance that her date, known on the website as 'Brown Eyed Bandit' could meet her and be totally turned off. What if he didn't like blondes, or athletes? What if he was one of her many Eden Hall exs, what if he was Luis? That would be a completely unbearable situation. Reagan exhaled hard and rubbed her temples, if her date didn't get there soon she was going to pass out from stress, or at the very least ware down the heal of her shoes. She was always early and had arrived in the foyer fifteen minutes before she was suppose to just to be on time, for those entire fifteen minutes she'd been pacing.
She leaned over and took a deep whiff of the delicate flowers, sitting in the vase behind her. The petals bend up toward her nose and the scent swirled up into her nostrils. The gently essence of the blossoms calming her. Sometimes simple things like a smell could ease her mind, sometimes she wasn't only about the most expensive things or the most extravagant. Inside her model trim body, beneath her crystal eyes, beat the heart of normal girl.
"You can do this Lambert, pull yourself together." She scolded herself out loud. "You've been on dates before, just relax."
There was a wonderful antique chair with velvet padding sitting by the door to the auditorium, where the chaperone assigned to check tickets was suppose to sit in. Reagan decided she was going to lose it if she didn't chill out, so with a sigh she sat gingerly on the chair to wait.
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Luis ran his fingers through his wavy dark hair and smoothed out his clothes as he jumped off the last step in front of the boy's dormitory. He went against trend and decided not to wear a sport coat and tie and gone with a perfectly pressed white oxford shirt and a black vest with small pinstripes in his date's favorite color. Still, he was nervous. Nervous! Luis never got nervous over a girl before, he was a smooth operator, with gorgeous long lashes, a magnetic smile and a charming personality. In the past he'd known the girl before he asked her out, he knew exactly how to woo her but right then he was unarmed and entirely unprepared.
Armed with a bouquet rather then the traditional corsage, he started his journey toward the auditorium. Even the flowers were in his dates favorite color, he wanted everything to go right. He just hoped this girl was even half as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside, if she was he was certain to love her. For the first time in his life a relationship he was involved in, wasn't being baste on a physical attraction. And the anticipation off looking into her eyes was practically leveling him.
When he climbed the stairs to the auditorium he saw her, Reagan sitting on the chair by the door. Luis's heart sank.
"Reagan."
"Luis." Her voice was bland and you could tell by the look in her eyes she was not excited to see him.
"You're not…" He swallowed apprehensively "are you Itty Bitty Pretty One?"
The cute blond smiled and shook her head.
"No, I'm not."
"I am…" A small voice called from behind them.
When the boy turned to see her, his face almost split with delight.
"Kate!"
"Hello Luis. Or can I call you 'Brown eyed Bandit'?"
"You can call me anything you want. You look so amazing Kate." He out stretch his arm to offer the flowers, lavender Gerber Daisies, Irises and white tulips.
The tiny girl accepted them with a shaking hand and brought them to her rose. She blushed licking her lips.
"Thank you, they're breath taking."
"You're breath taking, they're just flowers."
"They're purple, so are the stripes on your vest."
"It's you favorite color right?"
The girl couldn't believe he remembered that. She couldn't believe that the boy she fell for without seeing his face, was the same boy that had been pursuing her for weeks. She couldn't believe any of it, but she liked it.
"I hate to break up this romance movie scene and all, but do either of you know who 'Dark Haired Wonder' is?"
"That would be me." Goldberg climbed the stairs, the corsage Guy gave him in hand.
"Uh, Luis, let's go in." Kate grabbed her date by the wrist and pulled him into the dance, giving her best friend some time alone with the girl of his dreams.
"Ooh, I love it when you're pushy." Luis laughed allowing her to tug away.
Goldie took a deep breath and released it, holding out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Greg, Greg Goldberg."
"I know who you are, you're on the hockey team." Reagan's lips raised into a small smirk
"Oh, right, forgot that for a second there. Um, here this is for you." He held out the corsage.
"Thanks, it wonderful." The blonde belle extended her arm so the orchid could be easily slipped onto her wrist. "Do you want to get in there?"
"Definitely."
Portman and Fulton had gotten a hold of the DJ prior to the dance, (mostly because the disk jockey was Fulton's older cousin Joey) and had made arrangements for a special song to be played when Goldberg entered with his date. As their plump pal walked in with his princess on his arm the music stopped and the room silenced.
"This next song is for two special guys out there, on a special date with special girls. So next up for Greg Goldberg, Luis Mendoza and all the rest of you young lovers here is Savage Garden with 'I knew I loved you'."
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Luis wrapped his arms tightly around Kate's waist and held her tightly. She sighed blissfully and rested her head against his chest. The two knew they had found their soul mates, there was no doubt about it. Even with her tiny frame Kate felt like she fit just right in Luis's arms and the smell of his cologne was hypnotic.
"Maybe it's intuition, some things you don't question, like in your eyes I see my future in an instant." The Latin speedster sung in her ear.
Kate had known Luis had a great voice from the play, but nothing compared to the way he sound when singing to her. She felt like she was walking on air, like this was some sort of fairy tale.
"I'm really glad it was you tonight." She whispered.
"I feel the same way." Luis leaned down and kissed her forehead, then kicked her up, spun in a slow circle and let her down.
Liz and Portman were dancing near by and Liz flashed her roommate a light bulb bright smile, not only had her sight succeeded in finding love for her two friends, but it had found them love with each other.
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As Goldberg and Reagan walked onto the dance floor, the crowd seemed to separate, like they were royalty. The spotlight seemed to be following them to the center of the floor. It was like the scene from some cheesy TV sitcom, where the class geek winds up with the most popular girl in school at the big dance. Where they dance to some obscure slow song that will wind up on some cheep Love Ballad Of The 80's CD.
Goldie and Reagan looked odd together, he was a few inched shorter then her and she had to lean to hold onto him as they danced. Her skin was soft as cashmere and she was so lovely, but as Goldberg circled the floor with her, he realized there was no spark. That his infatuation with her and his feeling for 'Sweet As Candy' would never come together. 'Candy' was perfect for 'Wonder', they had lots of things in common but that was online. In real life, Greg Goldberg and Reagan Lambert were from two different worlds.
The night didn't end for him the way it was suppose to, there was no passionate kiss at the end of the song. Neither let a tear fall from their eyes knowing this was a love never ending. But Greg realized there was a girl in his life that was the right one for him. The only problem was, would Kate ever figure it out?
~* I left this with the possibility of a sequel, if you want one let me know.*~
He tapped on the door to the room right next to his and it opened to reveal both Guy and Banks.
"Guys one of you have to help me here, before I choke myself."
The door swung open again and Charlie bobbed in.
"Great minds think alike, Goldie."
Guy and Adam looked at each other and rolled their eyes, shaking their heads in amusement. You'd think after going to Eden Hall for over a year Charlie and Goldberg would've learned to tie a tie, but no. It was pretty comical actually to see the two of them struggling like buffoons with the thin slivers of material.
"You take Charlie, I'll get Goldberg." Guy said with a snort.
"Yeah." Banks nodded with a smile and headed toward Charlie.
"So, are you nervous?" Guy asked his friend as he tied his tie neatly.
Goldberg shook his head.
"No, not at all, I'm merely so terrified I'm about to wet myself."
"Well do it out in the hall, Banksie just bought a new carpet for in here."
"I can feel the love Guy, it's overwhelming."
"Uh huh, don't be so cynical. Did you buy her a corsage?"
"No, should I have?" Goldberg shook his head.
"Duh, yeah." Guy rolled his eyes again. "Girls' love getting flowers."
"Crap."
Guy walked over to his desk and picked up the clear plastic box that was sitting on top of it. Inside was a delicate orchid wristlet.
"Here, take the one I bought Connie."
"Connie will kill you if you show up without her flower Germaine."
"Nah, I'll just pick her a rose from the bush in front of our dorm, it'll be alright. Besides, if she gets mad, I'll tell her what really happened to hers."
"Thanks Guy, you're a real pal."
"Damn straight, I'm willing to face the wrath of my angry violent girlfriend for you."
"Okay, Beeves, Butthead, let's get going." Charlie called from where he was standing with his hand on the doorknob. And Goldie was off to meet the girl of his dreams.
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Kate sighed as she stood in front of the mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection. She hated being short, even with heals on her dress was still brushing the floor. She couldn't seem to find the right style for her soft brown hair and her hands were shaking so badly she'd smudged her eyeliner. Kate Simpson was heading for a breakdown.
"Lizzie, would you be really mad if I just skipped the dance all together?" The petite brunette plopped one the edge of her bed with a frown.
"Kate, I'd throttle you. Now get up before you wrinkle your dress." Her roommate replied, latching a exquisite strand of pearls around her neck.
"Why bother? I look like a ten year old little girl, walking around in her mother's clothes."
Elizabeth stopped applying her shimmering lip gloss and looked over to her friend.
"Now that's not true, you look adorable, that dress is perfect for you."
Kate had bought a dazzling golden silk gown that looked fantastic with her medium complexion and dark eyes and hair. Subconsciously she knew her appearance was flawless but she was searching for some excuse to get out of going to the dance. Thoughts had been running through her head all night, things like 'What if he doesn't line me?' and 'What if it turns out to be Greg that I'm meeting?' that would either be the most perfect coincidence in the world or an awful one. There's no one on the planet that doesn't wish their lover were their best friend, except her. To Kate their friendship was far to valuable to her, to waste on a romance that could fizzle out as fast as it started.
Portman's girlfriend stood up from her vanity and crossed the room, tacking her brush with her. In a second she had Kate's soft coffee locks piled on the top of her head, with a few tendrils framing her face. It took her little effort and Kate could've easily done it herself, had she relaxed and got to business rather then spending the time trying to think of an escape.
"I wish I looked like you." Kate wined as Lizzie twirled in front of the mirror.
Liz smiled, her blonde curls were cascading dramatically down her back and her pink and tangerine taffeta gown fit like a glove. It was no wonder her dark haired comrade envied her.
"Maybe I'm born with it, maybe it's Mabeline."
"Right, come one Cover Girl, I better just get this over with."
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Reagan stood by the huge vase in the foyer in front of the auditorium wringing her hand anxiously. Her actions not coinciding with her 40's Hollywood glamour look, in the black strapless satin dress, with white elbow length gloves and her hair twisted elegantly up on to her head. She looked sophisticated, like some Blonde Hollywood Bombshell at a movie premiere, that night Reagan Lambert could've easily been Grace Kelley. Yet at that moment she had little poise and composure, her nerves were frazzled and her blood pressure was high. Even being as popular as she was, she was scared and fearful of the potential rejection she faced.
There was always the chance that her date, known on the website as 'Brown Eyed Bandit' could meet her and be totally turned off. What if he didn't like blondes, or athletes? What if he was one of her many Eden Hall exs, what if he was Luis? That would be a completely unbearable situation. Reagan exhaled hard and rubbed her temples, if her date didn't get there soon she was going to pass out from stress, or at the very least ware down the heal of her shoes. She was always early and had arrived in the foyer fifteen minutes before she was suppose to just to be on time, for those entire fifteen minutes she'd been pacing.
She leaned over and took a deep whiff of the delicate flowers, sitting in the vase behind her. The petals bend up toward her nose and the scent swirled up into her nostrils. The gently essence of the blossoms calming her. Sometimes simple things like a smell could ease her mind, sometimes she wasn't only about the most expensive things or the most extravagant. Inside her model trim body, beneath her crystal eyes, beat the heart of normal girl.
"You can do this Lambert, pull yourself together." She scolded herself out loud. "You've been on dates before, just relax."
There was a wonderful antique chair with velvet padding sitting by the door to the auditorium, where the chaperone assigned to check tickets was suppose to sit in. Reagan decided she was going to lose it if she didn't chill out, so with a sigh she sat gingerly on the chair to wait.
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Luis ran his fingers through his wavy dark hair and smoothed out his clothes as he jumped off the last step in front of the boy's dormitory. He went against trend and decided not to wear a sport coat and tie and gone with a perfectly pressed white oxford shirt and a black vest with small pinstripes in his date's favorite color. Still, he was nervous. Nervous! Luis never got nervous over a girl before, he was a smooth operator, with gorgeous long lashes, a magnetic smile and a charming personality. In the past he'd known the girl before he asked her out, he knew exactly how to woo her but right then he was unarmed and entirely unprepared.
Armed with a bouquet rather then the traditional corsage, he started his journey toward the auditorium. Even the flowers were in his dates favorite color, he wanted everything to go right. He just hoped this girl was even half as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside, if she was he was certain to love her. For the first time in his life a relationship he was involved in, wasn't being baste on a physical attraction. And the anticipation off looking into her eyes was practically leveling him.
When he climbed the stairs to the auditorium he saw her, Reagan sitting on the chair by the door. Luis's heart sank.
"Reagan."
"Luis." Her voice was bland and you could tell by the look in her eyes she was not excited to see him.
"You're not…" He swallowed apprehensively "are you Itty Bitty Pretty One?"
The cute blond smiled and shook her head.
"No, I'm not."
"I am…" A small voice called from behind them.
When the boy turned to see her, his face almost split with delight.
"Kate!"
"Hello Luis. Or can I call you 'Brown eyed Bandit'?"
"You can call me anything you want. You look so amazing Kate." He out stretch his arm to offer the flowers, lavender Gerber Daisies, Irises and white tulips.
The tiny girl accepted them with a shaking hand and brought them to her rose. She blushed licking her lips.
"Thank you, they're breath taking."
"You're breath taking, they're just flowers."
"They're purple, so are the stripes on your vest."
"It's you favorite color right?"
The girl couldn't believe he remembered that. She couldn't believe that the boy she fell for without seeing his face, was the same boy that had been pursuing her for weeks. She couldn't believe any of it, but she liked it.
"I hate to break up this romance movie scene and all, but do either of you know who 'Dark Haired Wonder' is?"
"That would be me." Goldberg climbed the stairs, the corsage Guy gave him in hand.
"Uh, Luis, let's go in." Kate grabbed her date by the wrist and pulled him into the dance, giving her best friend some time alone with the girl of his dreams.
"Ooh, I love it when you're pushy." Luis laughed allowing her to tug away.
Goldie took a deep breath and released it, holding out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Greg, Greg Goldberg."
"I know who you are, you're on the hockey team." Reagan's lips raised into a small smirk
"Oh, right, forgot that for a second there. Um, here this is for you." He held out the corsage.
"Thanks, it wonderful." The blonde belle extended her arm so the orchid could be easily slipped onto her wrist. "Do you want to get in there?"
"Definitely."
Portman and Fulton had gotten a hold of the DJ prior to the dance, (mostly because the disk jockey was Fulton's older cousin Joey) and had made arrangements for a special song to be played when Goldberg entered with his date. As their plump pal walked in with his princess on his arm the music stopped and the room silenced.
"This next song is for two special guys out there, on a special date with special girls. So next up for Greg Goldberg, Luis Mendoza and all the rest of you young lovers here is Savage Garden with 'I knew I loved you'."
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Luis wrapped his arms tightly around Kate's waist and held her tightly. She sighed blissfully and rested her head against his chest. The two knew they had found their soul mates, there was no doubt about it. Even with her tiny frame Kate felt like she fit just right in Luis's arms and the smell of his cologne was hypnotic.
"Maybe it's intuition, some things you don't question, like in your eyes I see my future in an instant." The Latin speedster sung in her ear.
Kate had known Luis had a great voice from the play, but nothing compared to the way he sound when singing to her. She felt like she was walking on air, like this was some sort of fairy tale.
"I'm really glad it was you tonight." She whispered.
"I feel the same way." Luis leaned down and kissed her forehead, then kicked her up, spun in a slow circle and let her down.
Liz and Portman were dancing near by and Liz flashed her roommate a light bulb bright smile, not only had her sight succeeded in finding love for her two friends, but it had found them love with each other.
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As Goldberg and Reagan walked onto the dance floor, the crowd seemed to separate, like they were royalty. The spotlight seemed to be following them to the center of the floor. It was like the scene from some cheesy TV sitcom, where the class geek winds up with the most popular girl in school at the big dance. Where they dance to some obscure slow song that will wind up on some cheep Love Ballad Of The 80's CD.
Goldie and Reagan looked odd together, he was a few inched shorter then her and she had to lean to hold onto him as they danced. Her skin was soft as cashmere and she was so lovely, but as Goldberg circled the floor with her, he realized there was no spark. That his infatuation with her and his feeling for 'Sweet As Candy' would never come together. 'Candy' was perfect for 'Wonder', they had lots of things in common but that was online. In real life, Greg Goldberg and Reagan Lambert were from two different worlds.
The night didn't end for him the way it was suppose to, there was no passionate kiss at the end of the song. Neither let a tear fall from their eyes knowing this was a love never ending. But Greg realized there was a girl in his life that was the right one for him. The only problem was, would Kate ever figure it out?
~* I left this with the possibility of a sequel, if you want one let me know.*~