Author's Note: Yay, it's December now! That's about all… they're still in eighth grade.

Catherine and Nancy walked to the bus in the falling snow. She pulled her coat black coat tighter around her, keeping out the chilly breeze. She adjusted her black ski cap as she climbed onto the bus full of kids bundled up in winter clothes. She saw Gil's black baseball cap and walked toward it. Nancy climbed into a seat with her friend in the front row.

"Snow? In Vegas? What do we all think this is, December?" Catherine asked as she sat down on the seat.

"Hmm judging by the fact that most people have their Christmas lights up, I think it is December." Gil said back and she laughed. The bus started.

"You goin' to the winter dance?" Catherine asked.

"Do you wanna go?" He asked back. I am so bad at this, he thought.

"Oh, no. I hate dancing." Catherine said and turned away.

"Cath." He said and glared at the back of her head. She turned and met his eyes. "Do you wanna go?"

"Are you asking me to go to the dance?" Catherine asked innocently and batted her eyelashes. Gil smacked her arm with his gloved hand.

"Fine." He sighed. "Yes, m'lady, I am asking thee to go to the dance."

"I'm flattered!" Catherine exclaimed in a high pitch voice and placed a hand over her open mouth. He hit her arm again. "Ok, ok. Are you sure you wanna go?"

"If you want." He replied.

"Ok. But you get to come to the mall with me after school now." She smiled sweetly at him.

"What did I do to deserve this punishment? Didn't I just ask you to a dance!"

"Well, when you go to a dance, you have to get a new outfit!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"You…do?"

"Yes!" Catherine grabbed his hand. "Now come on! We have to go endure more stupid teachers harassing us!"

…

Catherine walked into the mall with Gil following far behind.

"Ok, so first I was-" Catherine turned to find that she was talking to air. She saw Gil trudging his feet through the snow slowly outside the glass doors. She groaned and rolled her eyes, then pushed open the set of doors. She ran over to him.

"Gil! Mall! Forward! Go!" Catherine yelled in his ear.

"But I hate shopping!" He yelled back.

"Oh quit your whining! I'm not your mother; I'm your best friend!"

"But-"

"Will you do it… for me?" She walked up until her face was centimeters away. She had him, and she knew it. His eyes grew wide.

"Ok." She stepped back and grabbed his arm.

"Then let's go!" She shouted as he groaned at what just happened….

Gil stared at all the dress shirts with a puzzled look on his face. Catherine had left him and ran off to the dresses. He sighed and picked up a black shirt. No, can't wear that. She'll kill you! He set it back down and picked up a navy blue shirt. Better. He picked up a pair of black pants and walked off to find Catherine.

…

Catherine walked around the dress department. She flipped through a rack of bright dresses. No, no, no, no. No, no… oh hell no! No… no… yeah! She picked up a midnight blue halter-top dress with light blue layers at the bottom. She ran to the escalator and hopped on to go find Gil. She looked at the up escalator as she went down and saw a figure waving at her. She looked closer to see Gil, waving and grinning, as he went up. She groaned and ran down the escalator, got on the other one, and ran back up….

Catherine threw her shirt over the top of the dressing room. Gil looked at it curiously from the room next door.

"Don't touch that." She said over the wall and he grinned to himself in the mirror.

"Fine." He said and he heard her laugh. He buttoned up his shirt and she pulled up her dress.

"This looks… so stupid with gym shoes." He said and laughed.

"You're telling me. I'm wearing pink Converse!" She said over the wall as she looked in the mirror.

"You done?"

"Yeah." She heard his door unlock and swung hers open. She took a look at him and swore her jaw dropped to the floor.

"You look…" She trailed off. He glanced at her and his eyes grew wide.

"You look…" Hot! He thought. GAHH! DON'T THINK THAT! "Amazing!"

"So un-Gil-ish!" He glared at her. "No, really! You look really different…. I kinda like it."

"Thanks… I think. You look different, too."

"You are so buying that." She said, looking at his blue shirt.

"You are so buying that!" He said back and she blushed. They stood there for a minute.

"Uh… ok. I guess we should pay." He said.

"Yeah. Ok." She replied and walked back into her room…

Author's other note: Hah my friends and I do what Catherine did earlier out in the snow whenever our guy friends don't wanna do anything… I swear it works xD.