You asked for a new chapter, and, well, your wish is my command… When I feel like it. I'll probably be updating more this week, though I dunno if I'll have all the chapters up before I go on Spring Break… On second thought, I probably won't, 'cause I rewrote the ending like twelve times… And I kept adding, dividing, and rearranging chapters… So if anything's a little screwy or off ahead, that's prolly what it is…

I don't own Recess or Don't Speak by No Doubt. I mean, hello, No Doubt owns the song. And Paulie and Joey own Recess. I love No Doubt though, seriously. This is another one of those song-fic-y chapters, but they're at the prom, so there's music. Don't worry, there's only one more song-fic-y chapter, I promise! And, actually, I think that's the next one… But that's okay.

I just love the next image of T.J. throwing his punch and hitting Randall with it… Sorry, lol… It's just funny to imagine. Anyways… There is a point to all my ramblings… And I'll let you know when I find out just what that is…

The cords of a very familiar song play from the DJ's section. I find T.J. by the refreshment table, drinking punch. I think he's kinda drunk. When he sees me, he tosses the drink behind him, hitting Randall in the face. I smirk at him and he walks over to me.

"Dance?"

You and me

We used to be together

Every day together always

I used to play this song all the time. I was pretty depressed in fifth and sixth grade. It was supposedly the ultimate break-up song. Not that I broke up with anyone, but I did lose a lot of my friends. So I nod at the slightly drunk (but who here isn't?… And that includes me) T.J., grabbing his hand.

I really feel

I'm losing my best friend

I can't believe

This could be the end

This is really ironic, actually. I didn't picture myself here, of all places, ever. At a prom, dancing with T.J. Not the future I'd ever really pictured for myself. But here I am.

It looks as though you're letting go

And if it's real,

Well I don't want to know

Then it hits me. I remember why I was even looking for him in the first place, panic flooding me. T.J. notices my panic, as I become stiffer than a board in his arms. He shoots me a, concerned (?), look, perhaps.

I shrug, wondering how to put this. I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger over my lips.

"Don't speak."

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

The irony is gonna kill me.

I can't move. Seriously. It's strange. I feel a tap on my shoulder.

Our memories

They can be inviting

But some are altogether

Mighty frightening

It's Jared, who's smiling.

"May I cut in, T.J.?"

T.J. looks rather sad for a minute, but nods, stepping out of the way. Jared grabs unto me and T.J. slinks back towards the wall. We sway to the depressing music.

As we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands

I sit and cry

"Look, Spinelli, I have to tell you something," Jared begins.

This can't be good. No way. But I nod anyways.

"Okay," I mutter.

He looks down nervously.

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

He sighs sadly.

"I wish that I didn't have to say this, but I do. You deserve to know," He mutters pessimistically.

I'm not going to like this. I can tell. I exhale deeply.

"Lay it on me, Jared," I reply calmly.

My eyes focus straight ahead, a calm façade over my tangled emotions. Jared looks down, perhaps feeling guilt.

"Okay, Spinelli, well, the thing is… I just found out that the president needs me again. I have to go away. I'm sorry," He apologizes.

It's all ending

I gotta stop pretending who we are…

You and me

I can see us dying…are we?

How can he not say something about that earlier? As if this dance wasn't bad enough. Oh well, I didn't even really know him so well, right? Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm going to miss him. I hug him goodbye.

"I guess you have to go now," I mumble softly.

He nods, leaving, and I walk towards T.J. at the back wall.

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

"So, T.J., why didn't you tell Ashley A.?"

T.J. looks away from me.

"I don't have to explain myself to you."

I exhale softly, the ending cords of the song almost entirely faded away.

"I wish you would."

Loren ;

Someone should seriously do an actual songfic to Don't Speak. It'd be awesome.

Okay, who was glad that Jared left? Lol… Everyone? Me too… He only served as a nice plot distraction for a bit…

Ah, this fic is drawing nearer and nearer to its quasi-resolved (a rarity for me… I tend to be fond of cliffhangers and curve-ball twists and unhappy endings… But then again, life imitates art imitates life… No, seriously, in like a really old fic, I was gonna end it with the main character dangling off a cliff, literally… And there were killer bees, a cloud of poison, vicious dogs, terrorists going down the side of the cliff, a guy with a gun, throwing stars, a sharp, pointy drop… Man, I forgot how fun that was… Never finished it though. C'est dommage!) ending (Phew, that was a long ramble… And here I go again…). Anyways, it's somewhat happy… And I'm gonna shut up now like the chapter says before I tell you how it ends…

Rock on! Keep on doing your math homework!

Well, actually, I could care less about math homework. But hey, it's how I get to stay up late… I really don't wanna know what my math grade's like shudders. So, whenever you're doing something that you're not supposed to be doing, just say: "But I'm doing my math homework! You wouldn't want me to flunk, would you? You obviously don't realize that if you don't do the homework, then that almost ensures an F, you lousy saboteur! Now, if you excuse me, I have to be getting back to my math homework, because I'm slow with numbers and I haven't even finished two problems yet, and, hello, look at the time! Now go away, you're disrupting my concentration! Dangit, where was I? Now I have to start all over again… 3.14-something-something-something-times-infinity-equals-pi… Grr…"

Lol… Anyways… Stay tuned… Next time you might get a rant on Gym… Blech, gym.