A/N: Hello this is me, being bored again. So, when I started writing this story I though I should probably give it to you in chronological order, since that would be the logical, sensible, and normal way to do it. However, I am not logical, sensible, or normal, and I don't really care. Therefore, this story is being posted out of order. I apologize for any confusion this may cause.

Klaus sat stirring his Shirley Temple; Isadora had to go to the bathroom again. This time, however, she was taking about an hour. He sincerely hoped she did not fall in.

For awhile, he was content to watch Sunny play tag with the Emerson boys. Ever since last month there had only been flirting and Emerson's in her head. However, this got dull fast, as thirteen year old love often did. He was just about to go knock on the lady's bathroom door (and possibly save Isadora from toilet death) when he heard a great gasp come over the entire ballroom.

When he looked up at the great stairway to see what the great commotion was, Klaus saw the most magnificent creature his eyes had ever had the privilege to behold. The lady was wearing a short pink dress, which complimented every perfect curve of her body. Her smooth blonde curls fell gracefully onto her porcelain skin, and her lips turned up just slightly on the sides. She was a goddess, like no other woman he had ever seen, yet something about her seemed oddly familiar. Like, maybe he had seen her before…

Forgetting about Isadora completely, he boldly went up to the mystery girl and asked her to dance. Taking her hand in his, he led her to the dance floor.

Usually, Klaus was as awkward as Sunny with her feet cut off, but it the arms of this beauty he waltzed and glided as smooth as a prince. The situation was so much like the fairy tale Cinderella that Klaus found himself glancing at the clock every so often to check how much time it was until midnight. And just like in Cinderella, he took the lady out onto the balcony. Stuff happened, but Klaus is a good boy and does not kiss and tell.

After a few more dances, Klaus led the lady to the refreshment table/

"My, you are such a good dancer!" She exclaimed.

"Oh," said Klaus, suddenly shy, "You're much better."

She looked him over.

"My, my," she murmured, "How you've grown!"

"Um, pardon me?" Klaus asked awkwardly.

"Oh, nothing. I was just noticing what a fine and…" she placed her hand on Klaus' knee, "handsome man you've become."

"Forgive me miss, but I'm afraid I don't understand. Become?"

"Oh yes," her look of confusion quickly changed to a look of hurt as she said, "Oh, Klaus! Don't you remember me?"

Klaus looked closely at the lady.

"Holy shit!" He cried.

"Klaus wait…."

"Holy god damn fucking shit!"

"No, please….." she sounded desperate.

Klaus quickly ran to the men's bathroom. Using soap and water, he thoroughly washed out his mouth until he could hardly remember the fateful event on the balcony.

Because no matter how beautiful she had grown up to be, Klaus wanted no evidence that he had ever kissed Carmelita Spats.