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Author's Note: Okay, now, this is just plain addicting. I love this stuff! It's fun! Sorry about that. I am just on a sugar hype, I guess. Anyway, here is Chapter Two, featuring, you guessed it, more of my little group! I hope that you enjoy it!

"C'mon, Jack!" Nevin urges, throwing the older man a bit of a scowl. "Just get on the damned thing!"

Jack twists his face. "What is this bloody thing, anyhow?" he asks, looking down at the oblong shaped piece of wood.

Nevin sighs. "It's called a skateboard, for the twelfth time!" He kicks the skateboard over to Jack, with his right foot, and smiles. "Just hop on!"

Jack, who looks completely baffeled by the task at hand, shrugs. "Alright, then." With one swift motion, Jack does just what he was told, and hops on to the skatboard. The wheels under the board slide to the left, a little, and, eventually, right out from underneath Jack's feet, leaving him in a heap in Nevin's driveway.

"I didn't mean literally!" Nevin shouts. He walks over to his left, where the skateboard landed, and picks it up. "Here. Let me show you how to do it."

"No, thanks," Jack assures Nevin, as he gets up, and off of the pavement. He rubs his hand across his lower back. "I don't think I was meant to be on one of them things. Ye' keep at it. I'm fine."

Nevin rolls his eyes, as he mounts the skateboard, again. "Whatever, man."

"Didn't yer' friend want us to be doin' sumthin'?" Jack asks, still rubbing his back.

Nevin shrugs. "Probably. I mean, there was that bloody dance..." He pauses. "Great. Now, I'm talking like you!"

"Is that a problem?"

With a sigh, Nevin starts up the driveway, still on his skateboard. "Maybe. I dunno'. I guess not."

"Make up yer' mind, son." Jack says, sarcastically. He sees Nevin speed up, and picks up his own pace, a little, in order to catch up with him. "'Eh, where are ye' going?"

"Inside," Nevin calls, over his shoulder. "We've got to get ready for that lovely little dance that Michelle is forcing us to go to." He puts his right foot down, stopping his skateboard, and steps off of it, completely. As he begins to head inside, he turns back, toward Jack, who has since stopped, and is now standing by the garage door. "You can come inside with me, you know."

"Right, then," Jack says, without a moment's hesitation. "Let's go!"

"Elizabeth?" I call, from the hallway. "How's it coming?"

"You know," comes Elizabeth's voice. "You sound exactly like my father."

I let out a small, barely audible sigh. "Seriously, though, how is it going in there?" I can't believe that it has taken her this long to change her clothes. Then again, I would probably take a long time changing, too, if I were forced to wear a corset and gown. "Wait. I did wear one just last week, to Elizabeth's birthday party." I shake the thought from my head; nothing like that needs to be locked away in my subconscious, let alone remembered, and easily accessable.

"I'm not really sure," she says, and I notice that her voice is getting somewhat louder, from behind the bathroom door. I hear a the door unlatch, and, in no time at all, Elizabeth appears in the doorway, holding her corset and dress, wearing a light blue tank top, and a pair of low rise, flare legged, denim jeans. She looks up at me, and cringes, a little. "Do I look alright?"

My jaw almost drops at the question. "Alright?" I ask, my voice lined with laughter. "Hun, you look fantastic!"

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth asks, with a smile. I nod, in confirmation. "Really? I really look fantastic?"

I nod again. "When Will sees you, his jaw will drop!"

Elizabeth blushes, and locks her hands behind her back. She stares at the floor, and I can't help but smile.

"Thank you," she says, her face still flushed.

"Hey, you can't help the truth, now can you?" I smile, again, and look toward my room. "Uh, why don't you go in to my room, and wait for me, while I get ready," I suggest. "I won't be long. Five minutes, tops."

Elizabeth nods. "Alright."

"When I get out, we can deal with the rest of our outfits."

Elizabeth just blinks. "What could there be left to do?" she asked, bewildered.

"Oh, believe me," I say, with a laugh. "There is plently left to do." When Elizabeth plasters a look of confusion on her face, I feel compelled to explain what I mean. "We can do our hair, nails, make up, jewelry, whatever you like!" I pause, and look back, toward the bathroom. "Just as soon as I get dressed." With that, I motion for Elizabeth to head to my room, and I disappear, in to the bathroom, to change in to my choice of attire for the evening.

Author's Note: Wow. Two chapters, in one night! I hope that you enjoyed reading it! I know that I enjoyed writing it! Yeah, Nevin is my little skater punk. (That's just a nickname, not a personal view on skateboarders). I love the idea of Jack on skateboard. I can see it, now! Anyway, there will be one or two more chapters on the dance preparation, and, then, on to the school dance! (Sorry, but, we were supposed to have out Homecoming Dance tonight, but, after already having been delayed a week, it was cancelled, with no rescheduling. Hence why I am writing about a school dance, tonight). Thanks for reading! As always, I look forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...