He could just hear it now. 'I have the most wonderful idea.' It was either that or, 'How can I operate under such strenuous conditions?' Marco could just hear Liberty's predictable response ringing in his head way before he even talked to her. He figured that there would be safety in numbers, so he chose lunch. The crowded cafeteria, he thought, was sure to keep Liberty from going completely wacky.

Marco made his way over to the table where Liberty sat with JT. She looked up at him and Marco put on an innocent childish smile. "Did you do something?" Liberty asked. "I can not bring myself to cover for a criminal act or anything that might be damaging to the reputation of Degrassi..."

"Good" Marco said. "Because what you would be doing is saving Degrassi and the 'good name of the institution'." Marco paused. "We ran out of money in the prom fund."

Marco braced himself for the proverbial melt down. "How can we have no money?" she said. "Do you have any idea how much the treasury had saved?"

"I didn't vote to put Paige in charge of decorations." Marco said honestly. "Now... we have balloons and streamers galore and no room to fill with them."

Liberty took a deep breath. "OK" she said "OK, there is a very... simple solution to all of this."

Marco raised his eyebrows, shrugging. "Which is..."

"We have the prom here. At Degrassi."

"I don't know if that's gonna go over to well."

"Why not." Liberty said. "We can have the prom committee decorate the gymnasium perfectly. It can be exquisite. Paige purchased the decorations. Ticket will be less expensive. I think it's brilliant. Brilliant, Marco."

"Brilliant," Marco gave her an unsure smile. He sighed. "Brilliant."

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Paige finished primping her hair at her locker mirror, dabbing her eyeshadow lightly to create the perfect amount of fade, finishing everything off with a tiny contented squeak and a kiss towards the mirror before she shut her locker. She saw Spinner coming down the hall.

"Just the person I was hoping to see." Paige smiled. "What are you wearing?"

Spinner stopped, flustered, looking down at his attire. "Black shirt... jeans.... plaid boxers...."

"Not now" Paige said. "To the prom. I want to make sure my dress doesn't clash with your vest."

Spinner laughed. "The prom?" he said "You mean you actually want to go to that crazy thing."

"It's something I've been waiting years for, honeybee." Paige remained calm. "Why wouldn't I want to go?"

"You never said anything." Spinner began walking once again, heading towards the cafeteria. "How was I supposed to know that you wanted to go."

"You're supposed to know these things," Paige was beginning to lose it just slightly. She paused. "That's OK. It's not too late. You can get a nice suit. We can buy tickets...."

"Paige" Spinner said. "I'm not going."

"What? What do you mean you're not going?"

"I mean I'm not going. I'm working that night anyway. Besides, I'm not into those big social things where people all dance around and look like fools."

"Right, Spin," Paige said, disgusted, before starting to walk away from him. "You're just into looking like a fool all the time."