FASH: And the day of the dance is here! Tyson and Claude haven't asked each other to go yet though, maybe it's because Claude's getting glomped to much.

C: It's your fault I've been getting glomped in the first place.

T: But you like being glomped by me, right? (Puppy dog eyes.)

C: Of course, you're so adorable!

FASH: And you two together are adorable, now then, let's hit the keyboard! (Laughs evilly.)

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Tyson and Claude stood bravely in front of the class, they were presenting their project, and since I don't want to go look up more facts on Gods from google.ca, you're just going to have to use your imagination's to know what they're talking about.

It had been an interesting week, Claude was constantly 'attacked' he was really being glomped, fondled and molested, but that counted as attacking, and girl were swarming him, asking if he would go to the dance with them. The female half of the student body had even created a list of when he would dance with someone, there was approximately one and a half minutes for each girl if he anted to dance with every girl in the school. Claude often wondered to himself, why the hell there was a dance at the beginning of the year, instead of some normal time like Halloween or Christmas.

Hilary was up next and hers, was really, how do I put this, bad, it seemed like an all nighter to everyone in the class, including our beloved teacher, Mrs. DeSousa.

"Hilary, I'm surprised at you, I hope you do better with your other school projects." Mrs. DeSousa said as she already began mentally dropping Hilary's mark. 'She should have worked harder on such an important project.'

Anyways, now it was lunch time, and Tyson was happily inhaling his food, yum.

"Have you ever had a stomach ache from your eating habits?" Claude asked with his eyebrows raised, Tyson sure had a unique way of eating, kind of like Serena form Sailor Moon, or Miaka from Fushigi Yuugi.

"Oh yea, I've had stomach aches lots of times, but the sooner you finish eating, the fast you can get to other stuff." Tyson said as he paused his little frenzy, Claude just chuckled to himself. "You're a cute kid Tyson." Tyson blushed. "Hey! I'm in the same grade as you!" "Yep, that may be so, but maturity wise, I'm your senior by many years." Tyson pouted. "Well, if that's how you feel, I'll never talk to you again, and you can go have some intelligent conversation with Hilary." Claude sweat dropped and he visibly flinched at the thought of talking to Hilary, who knew what kind of cooties could be transmitted through the air? "Oh, come on Tyson, you know I was kidding."

"Kidding about what?" Guess who just walked up, that's right, Hilary, NO! Run! Hide! Shelter! We need shelter! (Cough.) Anyways, now that that's out of my system, Hilary was there, fluttering her eyelashes? What the hell was she trying to pull?

"Claude, I was wondering..." She trailed off and blushed, trying to get some kind of, innocent virgin affect. (Can I say that in a PG13 fic?) "If you would like to go to the dance with me?"

The world stopped moving, a passing crow flew right into a tree, knocking itself out, a bear stopped in mid swing as its' paw stopped inches away from the bee hive, a cricket started chirping and a horde of fan girls stop in mid 'We Love Claude' sign making.

Claude and Tyson stared, and stared, and stared, before Claude finally uttered out. "No."

Hilary, self proclaimed God's gift to the world blanched. "What?" She ground out, eye narrowing, teeth grinding, and Tyson was sure he could she flames starting to appear around her. "I. Don't. Want. To. Go. With. You." Claude said, as if he was speaking to a child, and Hilary growled some more. "Why not?" Her voice sounded sickeningly sweet and Tyson flinched, he knew what that tone meant. "Because I don't like you."

If the world stopped moving before, the whole universe was on a stand still now, even the little green men from the Andromeda Galaxy stopped.

"Hey Bob." Said little green man number one. "I think something's happened." "Harry, I don't care, now, if we are going to rule the universe, we need to find out what this 'yaoi' and 'yuri' stuff is." "But Bob, I feel a disturbance if the force." "Harry, the force field is fine, now go get another tank of carbon monoxide, all of this oxygen is getting to you."

Hilary angrily stomped away, Claude just watched her leave in amusement. 'Good riddance to bad rubbish.' "Well, that was an interesting turn of events." He turned to Tyson, who seemed to be shocked. "What?" "Hilary didn't kill you, she just, walked away, this isn't good!" "Nonsense, maybe she just realized that she stands no chance against you." Tyson chuckled. "Hilary think she's better than me, much better." "Well, we can always prove she's not." "How."

Claude went eye to eye with Tyson. "Will you go to the dance with me?" He asked, eyes hopeful, Tyson sat there for a moment, before. "YES!" He flung his arms around him ad Claude happily hugged him back, before gently capturing Tyson's lips with his, and Tyson eagerly kissed back.

FASH: And that's the end of that chapter.

C: Little green aliens named Bob and Harry? What are you on you stoner?

T: It's sugar, I saw her eating ice cream from Licks today, it was the Bear Claw one.

FASH: Yep! It's really chocolaty and makes me high! Like Diet Coke!

C: I want to see you drunk, or drugged.

FASH: My friends say that to!

T: Well, since a doubt those two are going to get to it, please review!