FASH: Sorry I was a bit late in my update, I had a sleepover at my friends last night and couldn't get to my computer! -.- Today is that day, er, night of the dance! And soon this fic will be over, I think I might do one more chapter after this!

C: Well, it's been nice knowing you, I hope you find some other obsession to keep you occupied.

T: You don't really mean that, you love FASH like a sister!

FASH: And you love Tyson like a lover!

C: I hate Barthez, he's a man whore.

FASH: That's a given, a little off topic though.

T: I thought Miguel was the one who hated Barthez.

FASH: Well, who could like that guy, he's evil old and ugly, and you can't forget creepy!

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Tyson was putting some thought into what he was going to wear, he didn't own much nice looking clothes, he like his comfortable baggy stuff thank-you-very-much. "Well, let's see, black pants? When the hell did I get these?!" Tyson looked through his closet some more. "And when the hell did I get a button up shirt?!" Tyson looked at the articles of clothing, memory beginning to work. "Oh yea, a present from Aunt Jenny on my last birthday. Well, I guess I found my outfit."

Tyson was now dressed, his grandpa said he looked 'snazzy' so he was now officially scared. "I wonder if I should wear my hat?" Tyson loved his hat, it used to be Jin's, then his brother had given it to him. "I guess, I can't look very formal if I have a hat." He removed the hat, and looked at his reflecting, his hair looked even wilder without it. "Oh well, I guess this makes me look....... Feminine, very feminine." Tyson suddenly decided to put his hat back on, and his manliness was then suddenly restored.

"Yo dawg, your lil hommie is here ya dig?" Tyson nodded. 'Well, here I go.'

Hilary was acting, very stoned, and drunk, all at the same time. She was writing in a book with the shiny letters of 'Diary' printed on it. She was randomly giggling a drooling, what is in this book, you might ask, well, if you read it all, you'd frankly be scarred for life, but here's a little bit.

Tonight is the night, Claude ill be mine, to have and to hold forever, and ever, and ever, till the end of time, all I need to do is get rid of that pest Tyson, and that won't be to hard, not to hard at all. A little spill of punch here, a little slip there, and soon enough he'll be taken care of and Claude will be comforted by none other then moi! It's perfect! Now, time to get dressed in my special outfit.'

Claude dressed like he normally dressed, like he would get in a bunch of formal type clothing so that the girls at school could drool over him even more! No way in hell! He knocked on the door, and it was opened by Tyson's (Crazy.) grandfather. "Uh, hi?" "I'll get the lil dude, just wait here dawg." Claude waited and soon enough Tyson was standing in front of him, looking really hot! "Wow, you look gorgeous." Tyson blushed, making him look even more beautiful. "Thanks, you look as great as ever." Claude smiled. "Well, let's get going." And they left for the dance, hand in hand.

The school council had really done up the gym good, there were black lights, strobe lights, seizure lights, and there was even a DJ! There were many people swarming over the dance floor, but once Claude and Tyson entered, the girls swarmed around them, squealing once they saw the attachment of their hands.

"Oh my GOD!" "Are you gay?!" "This is so HOT!" "How CUTE! KAWAII!"

Claude and Tyson sweat dropped, yaoi fan girls, the weirdest fan girls of all, also the most obsessive. (Take from a yaoi fan girl, we are so infatuated.)

Claude and Tyson were dancing the night away, unaware of Hilary and her 'evil' plot. 'I shall have Claude as my own!' She had a cup of punch in her hand, and was ready to make a nice slippery spot on the floor. 'And then, the next time Tyson twirls, he's down for the count.' She 'accidentally' spilled the drink, like anyone was watching anyways. 'Here we go!'

Tyson was going to twirl, but decided to be a goof and do the moonwalk instead, Hilary watched with wide eyes as he slipped, but instead of falling and cracking his head open, he fell forward and into the arms of Claude, who happily hugged the boy in his arms. "You okay?" "Yea, the floor was pretty slippery, I wonder why?"

Hilary glared and stomped forward, but slipped on her own punch and fell back, her skirt flying up, showing her pink underwear. (AHH! The HORROR!)

Everyone turned to see the girl sprawled on the floor, and began laughing, Hilary growled as she got up, glaring at Tyson, she ran forward to punch him, but slipped again and fell flat on her face. This caused the laughing to become even louder and with a flourish of curses, Hilary ran out of the gym.

"Well, I think that that was my emotional fulfillment for the night." Claude said happily as he wrapped one arm around Tyson's shoulder, who nodded and nuzzled into Claude's neck. "I agree, that was amusing." The fan girls around the two were whipping out disposable cameras from Only-God-Knows-Where and rapidly taking pictures, then they started chanting.

"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss! Kiss! KISS!" Not wanting to disappoint the crowd, the two let their lips meet in a sweet, passionate kiss.

It was the last dance of the night, all the couples were out on the floor, slowly dancing, arms around each other, Claude smiled and rest his chin on Tyson's head. 'I never want this to end, I can't believe that my dragon and I are finally together, I hope this lasts forever.'

FASH: One more chapter and this fics done like dinner!

C: You made me sound, so, sentimental.

T: Aren't you?

C: I think we all know that that answer is no.

FASH: Am I to cruel to Hilary? ...Nah! She deserves it!

T: I think you're sweet Claude, you gave me a flower. (Holds out wilting daisy.)

C: That was during chapter six, FASH was to preoccupied with the fic to notice.

FASH: WHAT! There was a sweet exchange and I missed it! &! #!

C & T: ... Okay then...

FASH: Review while you still can!