Notes: Is it possible to like a guy too much? Cause he's being way too nice to me. Seriously, he's giving me compliments on things he's never seen or heard me do before, like singing. My friends were starting to drive me crazy during school. They wanted to know all the details of my outfit, like it's the biggest news they've ever heard. In a way, I think it is. After all, I'm the girl who always said that she'd never have a boyfriend or get asked out by a boy. Oh yeah, the dress I describe for my character is the same as the one I picked for Snowball.
By the way, Snowball was great. I barely even noticed the three hours go by. A lot of good things happened during the dance. It was a lot of fun. I was so nervous for a few hours before he arrived that I couldn't think of what to write for this chapter. Or else I would have updated yesterday instead. My mind just went blank on what to write. I did try to work on it though.
No shout-outs this time. There are a lot of reviews that I never receive to my e-mail. So, if you e-mailed me any time in the past few days, I probably didn't receive it. I'm not even getting chapter alerts. I'm having to use my dad or bro's computers in order to even get on the Internet or save files to html format. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. If you did e-mail me, please review with the information or you can try to e-mail it to me again. Thanks.
When You're Falling Behind
"So, what did he say," Snow asked as we got ready for rehearsal, getting into our dresses. Believe me, after what just happened, wearing a dress is not going to put me in a better mood. I glanced over at her.
"Not much," I answered, trying not to sound too angry, "He was about to tell me something when you showed up."
"Sorry," Snow told me, sounding like she really meant it.
"It's okay," I sighed, "I just have the feeling that he was going to tell me something important. You didn't know. Besides, I forgot all about our promise to Medda." We exited the dressing room in our outfits. Medda was waiting for us outside the door. She wanted to see what the dresses looked like.
Snow's dress was a dark midnight blue that ended a little above the knee and had thin straps. Mine was a lighter blue with silver flowers arranged in a pattern and also had thin straps. The front of the dress was about knee level, gradually sloping to the back, which ended around the ankles.
"You two look gorgeous," Medda exclaimed. I rolled my eyes when she wasn't looking. I knew very well that I didn't look as good as Medda said. Still, I followed her to the stage area for rehearsal. I hoped this wouldn't last too long.
After running through the number a few times, Medda allowed us to take a short break. The rest of the girls arrived back during this time. Dreamer was the first to speak.
"The guys are coming to the show tonight," she said casually, "We invited them backstage after the show is over. Medda told us last night that it was okay."
"At least our show's not until next week," I said to myself.
"Didn't Medda tell you," Jaws spoke up, "The show has been moved to Friday. That's two days from today. Every month, she puts on a show for everyone on the last Friday."
"No," I answered quickly, "I had no idea. Doesn't anyone tell me what goes on around here?"
"I just did," Jaws said quietly.
"I'm not talking about that," I told her, "I'm talking about the moment they happen."
"I forgot," Snow said, "I'm used to the shows being changed. It wasn't a big deal to me." I nodded that I understood and wasn't mad at her.
"Come on," I said suddenly, "Let's rehearse some more. We want this to be perfect for Friday." After telling the girls that we'd meet them later, we started rehearsing once again.
"Ok," Jack announced, "We now know that Alaska is probably the girl from a few nights ago." He glanced around at the bunkroom of guys, "The question is, how do we get her to confess it?" Every eye traveled over to Mush.
"Don't look at me," he said, "There's no way I'm going to ask her."
"But Mush, you're the only way we can find out," Ears commented.
"You have to do it," Sparks finished.
"No," Mush replied, "Why does it matter anyway who owns it? If we know that the locket is hers, isn't that enough?"
"Of course not," Blink told him, "Come on Mush, everyone wants to know. Talk to her."
Mush glanced around at everyone, noticing the glances sent his way in hopes that he would agree. Knowing that he'd never win an argument against everyone, he reluctantly nodded.
"Great," Jack exclaimed, "Thanks Mush. Why don't you go talk to her right now?"
"Who wants to play poker," Race called out and a group gathered around to play. Seeing that Jack was still watching, Mush slowly walked towards the bunkroom door.
He exited quietly, silently closing the door behind him.
He went down the stairs, taking his time. Mush was definitely not looking forward to this meeting. Kloppman looked up as he passed by. Mush's eyes were fixed on the ground in hopes that something would happen to prevent his going. The older man, however, didn't say a word as the teenager went on his way, even though Mush was practically begging in his mind for Kloppman to say something.
He stepped outside the door and into the street, heading in the direction of Medda's and hoping that she wouldn't be there.
I practically rushed to the dressing room once rehearsal was over. I would be more than happy to change out of the dress I was wearing. Tomorrow and Friday morning would be dedicated to perfecting the act in time for Friday night. That meant, I wouldn't be leaving Medda's for a while, except maybe for meals and short breaks. I highly doubted that Medda would let us leave the building though.
When a knocking came from the door, I paused to go answer it, expecting Snow or maybe Medda. Seeing Mush behind it, I shut it quickly. Medda had told us not to let anybody know about the act. She wanted it to be a surprise.
"Just a minute," I called out, rushing to get dressed back into normal clothes. Locating my normal clothes, I changed quickly. Hanging the dress back up and trying to act like nothing was wrong, I went to open the door for Mush again, "Can I help you?"
"Hi," he greeted me. Still, I could tell he didn't really want to be here, "What are you doing?"
"Uh…organizing the dresses," I answered quickly. I glanced back at the many colorful dresses, hoping that he wouldn't which ones had lace and which were frillier than others.
"That's nice," he said, acting like he really didn't care. I knew now that he was here for a different reason than seeing what I was doing. I mean, who cares if the dresses are organized correctly? Medda wouldn't be able to find half the dresses if they were organized. It was a mess and she knew exactly where to find everything.
"Do you need something," I asked him, reluctantly breaking the silence. I didn't want to bring up the subject, but knew that somebody had to. He looked up as if he had been thinking about something.
"Uh, yeah," he replied, "Do you wanna…go out sometime? I mean, as friends or something?" I gave him a surprised glance. I was glad he had finally told me, but couldn't help feeling that there was something else to his visit.
"Sure," I answered after a moment. He smiled at me, looking like he didn't know what to say.
"How about Friday," he asked, "during the party here?" I looked away, knowing that it probably wouldn't work. I had to perform that night He didn't know about the show though, it wasn't his fault I couldn't tell anyone.
"I'll see you here," I said. At least I wasn't lying to him. I would see him, just on stage rather than in the audience, "I might be a little late though." He nodded in agreement and turned around to leave. I watched him go. He lingered out in the hallway for a second as if wondering if he should say something else. I waited for him to say something, but could only observe as he continued on his way back to the lodging house without saying another word.
